As I was driving to pick up my daughter at preschool after having an early morning meeting with my son’s speech teacher before I came home to homeschool them, followed by a 30-minute jog, I heard on my favorite “oldies” station, Styx singing about Too Much Time on My Hands. You have too much time on your hands? The lyrics rubbed salt into my wounds. That was when I reached down and jerked the radio out of the dashboard and threw it out the mini-van window.
Okay, well I would have if I’d had a screwdriver to dig that stupid thing out.
I know. I know! I’d have more time if I weren’t watching Breaking Bad for two hours every night and taking six separate trips to the freezer to break off yet another chunk of salted coconut bark. I’d be able to get some other stuff done. I should just take the whole giant chunk into my bed – that would be way more efficient.
I’m trying to do it all. Homeschool, write a book, blog, promote my blog, read other’s blogs, exercise, tweet, catch up on Breaking Bad, make my kids happy, feed my family healthy unprocessed meals, shower more than twice a week, grieve the death of my father-in-law, garden, clean my house, keep up with real-life friends and family, keep up with blog friends, all while eating copious amounts of chocolate.
While I’m trying to do all of that the voices in my head are saying things like this:
Your kids are being neglected because you homeschool
Your kids should love homeschool. If they don’t then you’re doing it wrong.
Your kids aren’t in enough activities.
Your kids are in too many activities.
You should read the blogs of everyone that reads your blog.
You didn’t have a single funny tweet today; you’ll never be funny again.
Your house is a pig sty; you’re neglecting your family.
You’re wasting your life away watching garbage on Netflix.
You’re looking fatter because of all that chocolate you’re eating.
You’re a BAD FREAKING PERSON!
And then I hear a whisper:
That’s what I need to do. Ignore the voices, slow down and rest.
This post is part of Finish the Sentence Friday.