“Ohmygosh, I am just sooo swamped this week. The kids have so much going on, the house is a disaster, and I’m just exhausted!”
I feel like everywhere I turn, everyone is talking about justhowdarnbusy they are.
And the thing is, usually I don’t feel that way.
Sure, I work, and sure, the house can always use some sort of cleaning, and sure I have my moments of overload, but in general, I don’t consider myself an above-average “busy” person.
I find myself wondering just what makes up the “busy” in so many people’s lives–is it work? Is it the cooking? The cleaning? The kids’ activities?
Isn’t that stuff kind of just life?
I don’t think we need to dwell on “busyness,” or wear it like a badge of honor. I think that moms especially have a tendency to think we need to proclaim our busyness to validate our worth. Like if people actually knew that I spent the majority of my days sans-bra, cleaning fingerprints off of walls (white was a bad choice), browsing Facebook, or reading book after book to my kids, they would be pretty appalled.
I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but I don’t see the need to constantly dwell on how busy and packed our lives are. I know from experience that it’s not always fun to just drift aimlessly around the house with small children–structure and some sort of out-of-the-house activities keep us all sane. I’ve definitely had the days when I’ve woken up and thought, “Ok, now what?”
Sometimes it feels like those days stretch endlessly ahead of me, filled with bored and whining children, just waiting for me to come with activities to entertain them with.
I find that, in general, the more busy I am (to an extent, of course), generally, the better I feel. It’s the stagnation, the isolation, the lonely, empty days that make me feel awful, and in turn, turn me into an impatient and grumpy mother.
So I guess what I’m saying, maybe busy is not always a bad thing.
What do you think? Do you consider yourself busy? Do you wish your life was less busy?