It is a stressful time, end-of-school-year and all. Still, that does not excuse the hysteric fit I had yesterday, that by the way, would have made most three-year-old’s very proud of me. This time of year, brings with it a million functions; the end-of-year parties at school, child-parent activity at swim club, choir- and piano concert, and breakdance recital as well as all the food to bring to these functions; the cake to bake, the watermelon to cut, the popcorn to pop and the list goes on and on. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and everything they do and am happy to support with all that is needed. But when it all comes crashing down at one time, it can get a little much.
Just yesterday morning, I was feeling optimistic and on top of it all. I even thought about writing a post about time management and priorities, clearly it was good that I didn’t… I don’t know if it was the hour-long drive in each direction to bring three very sweet but very chatty 10-year-olds to the last rehearsal before the concert (and the thought that I have to do it all over again today) or the guilt of all the actual work I didn’t get to do because of all these activities or something entirely different. In any case, I lost it and I am not proud of it.
As much as I like to see myself as some sort of Super (Wonder?) woman, I am not. No one is really is and we probably shouldn’t beat ourselves when things don’t go the way we wanted them to. Yes, we should strive to do; to do good, to do much, to get better, to make that change. But sometimes we can’t and that is also ok. So we take a break and know that tomorrow is always a new day, to start over, to get at it again, to be more patient (and less hysteric). So yes, the house is not that clean and some work will have to wait a day or two, but at least we are all healthy and more or less happy!