… and you have a new job and the NEW dishwasher is broken and kiddo lost his lunchbox while you were gone and mom, we’re out of laundry detergent and dad only has one clean pair of pants left and you have eight hours of on-boarding scheduled for today and the toilet paper roll was left empty again and the calendar on the fridge needs to be filled in with all the sports and carpools and parties for December and the girls need to get their concert-attending for choir assignment done by Monday and the boys have two different parties on Saturday night and mom and dad have two different parties we’re never going to make it to on Saturday night and I’m hosting a cookie exchange tomorrow afternoon and the cookies aren’t made and I’m meeting my new colleague for lunch today and the bills need to be paid and the mail from last week needs to be sorted and I need to download everything onto my new work tablet and sign up for benefits and I forgot to put medicine on kiddo’s rash this morning – the rash that got worse because they all forgot to put medicine on it twice a day while I was gone, and the church event I signed up to run isn’t coming together and OH BY THE WAY CHRISTMAS IS COMING…
So you see.
Panic. Literal waves of nausea come over me…
And then I stop, and close my eyes, and pray.
Because I need God right now. I need peace and perspective. Hi, God. Oh, please be here. Pause. Sigh. Breathe.
And then I laugh at myself. Because I have to. And I realize everything is going to be okay.
Which brings me to you ladies. Because I know if I felt this crazed this morning, I’m probably not the only one.
Okay. One step at a time. After my prayer reset, I pick the top three most urgent things (sign up for benefits, get programs downloaded onto the new work tablet, and fill in the fridge calendar so that everyone knows where they need to be) and I am going to get those done. Then I’ll pick the next three and so on throughout the day.
There is NO WAY it will all get done today.
And that’s okay.
The important stuff will get done. And a lack of clean laundry never killed anyone.
I love you ladies. Thanks for being here for me to panic to.
I’m better now.
Let’s get to it, shall we?