I have been a bit of a psycopath lately. In the last few weeks, I could have written a classic guide on how NOT to overextend yourself because I have done just that. I think I have handled it with relative sanity but I am ready to pull back on the reigns.
We just moved into the most beautiful house in New Jersey where my son has his own room, his own backyard, parks nearby, and more. It is a dream come true but it was a nightmare getting here. Our escrow closed 2 weeks late and required my full attention in the six weeks between our offer being accepted and our close date. Every day our lender needed something else that required digging, negotiating, re-signing documents. There were many tears of frustration.
Then came the move, which is stressful in and of itself. We still don't have our wireless router installed so I am writing this post using an AT&T Android phone as a wireless hotspot.
In those same six weeks that we were working on an escrow and moving, we traveled long distances four times. FOUR! I worked for Disney hosting travel videos on their cruise to Alaska, Clayton covered the Apple conference in June in San Francisco, we visited Clayton's family in Pennsylvania for a belated Father's Day celebration, and we went on an annual camping trip with my family in Northern California that was planned long before I knew we would be moving.
So to tabulate: that is four long-distance trips coupled with a move and an escrow from hell. And now that we are back and travel is wrapped up, I have Baby Mo's first birthday party staring me down the nose: 10 days to go and counting.
A more sane family might have said no to any of the above obligations to keep a little sanity but not us. We pride ourselves on being able to juggle a lot with baby in tow and our baby is VERY resilient as a result. He has been on 21 airplane rides in just 11 months and can adjust to any time zone in just one day. Plus, he gets to spend A LOT of time with both parents, which I can already tell is beneficial to him given the words and sounds he is speaking so early! (Proud mommy!)
But there are consequences. Mommy feels unsettled and overextended. Daddy does too. We have a house with beds and bathrooms but absolutely no where to sit down - no couches, chairs, kitchen table even. We long for stability and organization.
I recently listened to this podcast by Christane Nothrup about time management. She says that if you are constantly worried about not having enough time, you never will. She suggests re-framing your mindset about time so that your day can expand to fit the things you want to accomplish. I love that. She suggests a "time fast." This means that for one day or one week, you try to prohibit yourself from saying or thinking that you don't have time. I am going to try that. I don't want to spend precious play time with Baby Mo thinking, "Okay let's play but when you go down, I have to pay bills and return emails." Talk about a waste of time!
So I hereby put myself on a time fast. Care to join me?