I wake, and already we’re enemies.

Still under blankets, I snuggle two little people, their sleepy breathing lulling me back into their dreamworld.

Eyes closed, The List for the day running through my head.

I curse the list, the length of it, knowing there is likely more list than there is day.

And so it starts.

Me versus Time.

We eat, dress, play, clean.

There are dishes and laundry and smudgy fingerprints and toys.

All is interspersed with a bit of bickering, many hugs, bumped heads, sometimes some whining, and much teaching.

I catch glimpses of the clock as I carry a laundry basket. I stop to bend over The List with hands full of Hot Wheels.

They mock me.

Again, it’s

Me versus Time.

The story continues, one of two ways.

Overwhelmed. Realizing Time and his comrade, The List, will always win. Giving Up. Deciding it can all be completed… tomorrow.

And then… guilty while I “do nothing” the rest of the day.

Or.

I go crazy.

Doing. Doing. Doing.

Frenzied.

Fighting against The List. The Time.

Never stopping until all is completed. No time for slowing, for laughing, for book reading, for cuddling.

Either way, I always lose.

It’s no rest, or it’s guilty rest.

A wise friend of ours often says that one must plan relaxation. Otherwise it happens irresponsibly and guiltily or it doesn’t happen at all.

That’s me. Both ends of the spectrum.

(Especially after the past two months around here. I think it’ll take another month to actually. catch. up. A fact which is only breeding more exhaustion.)

So this week, after several days of frenzied Time-fighting, followed by collapsing on the couch in a heap of tuckered-out, overwhelmed self-condemnation, I made a point to plan some rest.

And today? I was able to actually tackle that list and still have time to chill.

I didn’t even feel guilty.

It wasn’t

Me versus Time.

It was

Me and Time.

~*~

Have you made time to rest?

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