I sometimes find myself running around like crazy to clean the house and do the wash…now in the middle of that I have a soon to be 2-year-old following me around saying “up mommy up” or should I say more like screaming “UP MOMMY UP!” In the next room I have a 6-year-old just making a complete mess of everything I just cleaned up. Books, toys, and clothes everywhere. The 6-year-old has just changed into her 8th outfit of the day. Now she is wearing her workout clothes, in hopes I will be going to the gym soon.
Oh right the gym (CRAP! I yell to myself)…that $55 a month membership I pay to workout and feel better about myself. I have been really trying to make time for myself to go to the gym. So I get dressed and out the door I go. I feel so good after and happy I did.
Then comes the rest of the day of one thing after another. So and so called out of work. There is nothing in the house for dinner need to make a stop. The 6-year-old needs to get to karate. Wait it isn’t Tuesday, Thursday, or Friday…thank goodness I didn’t have a clean uniform for her to wear anyway. Ok get your homework done. Honey I need work clothes for tomorrow. The next thing I know it is midnight and I realize I haven’t showered after the gym.
As I sit there and think about my day, I often wonder how did it all get done, why do we push ourselves to do so much, and why does it matter? I walk in my daughter’s room and it hits me. Them! I give them each a kiss fix their blanket and go to bed. I lay there as I drift off to sleep and think they are the reason why. They are ones that keep me going crazy. They are the reasons everything gets done, why I push myself so much, and why it matters.