Overextended…

Okay.  Confession time.  I may be a little overextended lately.

You might be thinking, “Well, you’re a mom.  I don’t know any moms who aren’t overextended.” And I would agree.  But in addition to being a mom and a wife, I’m also working four part-time jobs that have me driving all over hell and half of Georgia.  I practically live in my car these days, and I am not above reclining the driver’s seat and catching a few zzz’s in the parking lot between gigs when I get a chance.

So, yeah.  I might be a little overextended these days.

I offer this for two reasons: first, as a means for explaining why my blog posts have been sporadic lately.  I had great dreams of posting on the blog at least two to three times a week.  Ha. I’m lucky to average once a week.  There’s obviously room to improve. Please accept my apologies for the not-so-frequent posts.  Second, to call attention to the fact that I’m not the only mom who is overextended in some way or another.  Maybe we don’t all have four jobs on top of our responsibilities at home, but I digress.  I have friends who have three, four, and even five kids!  How do you get it all done in one day?!  I have friends who are single parents and have to do it all alone.  When do you rest?!  I have friends who work shifts opposite those of their spouses.  How do you connect with one another when you never see each other?!  

You get the picture.

It is therefore understandable that I am seeing more and more friends of mine post links to articles like this one on social media sites.  We are increasingly trapped in busyness these days.  In some ways, it sort of feels good.  At the end of the day, you’re exhausted from all the busyness.  As you look back on your day at everything you accomplished, you feel a sense of satisfaction. On the other hand, all this busyness means sacrifice.  At the end of the day, you are so tired that even a solid night’s sleep with no (or few–hey, I’ll settle) interruptions isn’t enough to make you feel even remotely human the next day.  And, even though you accomplished a lot in the day, there were a lot of other things you never got around to because you were so busy doing all of the other things you had to do.  And then being busy doesn’t feel so good any more.  You’re on edge because you’re not rested.  You feel disconnected from your family because you never see them. and you begin to ask yourself if the busyness is worth what you have to give up in order to be busy.

I won’t lie.  I’d give anything these days for a whole day where I don’t have to get out of my pajamas, or barring that, at least not have to put on pants with a button waistband.  I’d love to have a day where all of the family is home together, even if it means watching Frozen on an endless loop, fishing Play-Doh out of my one-year-old’s mouth because her older sister left it out where she could reach it, or fielding request upon request from the kids for more to eat (because you know we never feed our children… *sigh*). It would be a day where I had plenty to give without borrowing energy from sources outside of myself (have I mentioned my “thing” for Coke Zero?), in which I was neither “extended” nor “overextended.”  And it would be glorious.

That day is not today, however. There are things to be done, jobs to be worked, oh, and did I mention it’s Holy Week? So I’ll continue to be overextended like so many other people, not because I want to be, but because it’s sort of par for the course I’m on right now.  Maybe one day soon that course will change, time will free up, and I’ll have more to give.  Until that happens, I ask you to join me in praying for my family and so many like us who burn the candle at both ends in order to make ends meet.  I ask for your prayers for those who struggle to find and keep employment that pays them a fair living wage.  I ask for your prayers for those who are lonely and discouraged, weak and weary.

We need it.

 

 

 

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