I read a quote last night that stuck with me: “If you’re always racing to the next moment, what happens to the one you’re in?”
Wow, is that ever my life right now.
List-maker, do-er, chief domestic engineer. Full-time staffer, Mom, wife, Nana, cousin, sister, friend.
The weekend was just here, right?
We had a full day Saturday so Sunday was my cook-a-bunch of stuff/get the laundry done/talk to my Mom and such kinda day … then came Monday, and it started all over again.
Somewhere in there is room for me, right?
I think the reason that quote hits me so hard is that we just had 10 days off — 10 glorious days over Christmas to enjoy — 10 days we spent … s i c k.
I’m glad we had the time off to rest … but those best laid plans of fireside chats and trying new restaurants and sleeping in … were replaced by extra blankets, Vicks Vapo-rub and soup.
Now, we’re back in the trenches. Back in the guts and the glory without the time off we worked all year to get.
Anyone else need a “do over” button?