Posted by Lisa Lickel on October 10, 2012
On behalf of April:
Me (in a whiny voice) “Honey, why don’t you hold me much?”
Hubs (with a shrug) “You don’t slow down enough for me to catch you.”
I laughed, because it wasn’t the answer I expected. And because he was right.
I’ve been thinking lately about how many hours of work I put in every day. If we’re talking writing-related work, about nine. If we’re talking cleaning, cooking, caring for the kids, homework, shopping, yard work (and the list goes on), we’re getting closer to…every hour I’m not sleeping.
From the moment I wake up at 5:30 to the time I go to bed 10:30, I don’t stop working in one form or another. When I do stop, I crash—out like a light as soon as I sit down.
Two Sundays ago, I woke up and knew I needed a day off—one of those rare “disconnect” days. I wasn’t burned out, but I sensed it coming. First thing that morning, I told my 8 year-old that I wasn’t going to turn on my phone or my computer all day.
Her eyes lit up, and she gave one of her “you’re the best mommy in the world” hugs. I was a little stunned by her enthusiastic response and was happy she was on board with the idea.
An hour later, while I was combing her hair for church, she exclaimed, “This is going to be the best day EVER!”
My mind ran through what we had planned for the day, but came up blank on activities. No children’s choir, no eating out (leftovers again), no one was coming over to play. It was going to be a rather uneventful day, as far as Sundays went.
“What’s so special about today?” I asked, thinking surely I was forgetting something we had on the calendar. Was I supposed to bring a covered dish for an after service fellowship? (Those are her favorite.)
She splayed her hands, palms up, and looked at me at out of the tops of her eyes. “You’re not going to be working!” Then she proceeded to tell me everything she and I were going to do that afternoon.
- Sit on my bed and watch a girly movie
- Do our nails
- Make moccasins for her Fall Festival Native American costume
- Go to Goodwill and look for accessories for the same costume
We did them all.
I don’t FEEL like I work too much. I hardly talk on the phone, and when I do, it’s usually while the kids are in school. But what I think I do and how my family perceives the same things are two different monsters.
The family doesn’t complain about me working too much, but I can recognize a warning bell when I see one.
Now, I’m scheduling “disconnect days” on my calendar.
Have warning bells been going off in your home? Are you acting on them? Making adjustments? Making time for those who matter most?
You might be surprised at the enthusiastic reception you get if you do!
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