I’ve been a bit busy the past few days, not doing anything in particular mind you, just the every day that always seems to need doing. Well there were a few extra things that I was working on that needed doing, but nothing so drastic that I didn’t have time to do the every day that needs doing. That’s when I started thinking. We, as mothers, seem to rush around every day doing what needs to be done … and can apparently do so for weeks at a time before our batteries are drained. Our families – the testosterone carriers particularly – seem to believe that we have been built with Energizer bunny-like capabilities – and heaping additional must do this items onto our already full plates without a care in the world.
Granted, yes, there are days when I don’t do jack-diddly-squat during the day while the testosterone carriers are at school and/or work. I sit on the computer, and I read my friends’ blogs, or play on Facebook and Twitter, and generally just travel the Internet reeking havoc on the world at large. Then there are other days when I am running errands, picking up medications, handling the scheduling of doctor appointments and school functions and other events and coordinating everything so that everyone is where they need to be when they need to be there. Throw in some house cleaning and laundry and dog walking, playing secretary to the head testosterone carrier, planning meals, shopping for meals, and then cooking the meals – and by the end of the day – I’m exhausted!
I’m going to ‘fess up’ for a moment and come clean. My organizational skills and time management skills just, well … SUCK. I get sidetracked by the slightest little thing – usually something on the computer – and there goes my well-planned scheduled day – right out the window. Throw in an unexpected something or other and I’m about ready to have a full-blown panic attack.
It’s something that I need to work on.