What To Do When The Going Gets Tough

The amount of time it should take to go from our bedroom to the laundry room is 2 minutes.  Why, then, does it feel like it takes a half an hour?

I’ll tell you why.  In my room, I’d gather all clothes and then I’ll have to strip the bed to gather the sheets.  I can use the small space left over in the laundry basket to fit toys and books found in our room.  I place the laundry basket at the top of the stairs and put the toys in the toy box.  While I’m doing laundry, I might as well grab the towels, so I head to the bathroom.  This brings me to the kitchen to grab the kitchen towels.  The sink towel needs to be washed, but first I need to wipe down the counter tops, and then the kitchen table.  Do you sense a pattern yet?

When time is not on your side, you want to hurry.  You try to use up every second wisely because you don’t know how much time you have left.  This thought doesn’t just apply to kids and household chores; it applies to life in general.  Living like this causes tension within yourself and others.  It’s hard to slow down though, isn’t it?  Right now my life is tense about work, family, and home, but later on in life it’ll be about other things.    Gosh, this post could get rather long if I try to address this thought.  How about you do this for me?  Leave me a comment about how you self-regulate after realizing you’re hurrying for no reason and how you relax.  Go ahead.  I’m listening.

It’s hard to take a breath when running around like this.  Lately, I’ve tried analyzing my surroundings to slow me down.  Looking at how short or long the kid’s hair is (which makes me want to get the camera, but I refrain).  Inspecting how tiny their fingers are and then remembering how tiny their fingers used to be.  Noticing how my hubby treats the children (always lovingly, even when they are aggravating him).  Looking out the front window and remembering how I used to do this often at the end of my first pregnancy.  It’s funny how when I do these things, I get a chance to… breathe.

It is an effort to cherish the little things and not let the anticipation to get to Point B stand in the way.

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Liz McGrory

Liz is a work/life sway strategist helping stressed out working mom better manage their quadruple workload of self, family, home and career. You can also check her out on TheSpurce.com as their working mom expert and on The Maven Clinic as one of their career coaches.

3 thoughts on “What To Do When The Going Gets Tough

  1. This is such a common theme among mothers. Why don’t fathers ever complain like this? Because the kids and household chores become a bigger responsiblity we take on. This is because our genetic make up that won’t allow us to give up the control to have a home run the way we want it too. I either wake up extra early to clean or workout or I wait til the kids are in bed and I keep going. I’ve recently been dividing chores – not easy for the person that wants it all done NOW! Vacuum and dust one day, a load of laundry to jumpstart the mountain and scrub the tub another day. And there’s no reason hubby and kids should not be involved either, they helped eat a supper, they can help pickup the kitchen!

  2. I am a NOW person as well. How do you fight that off? I was talking to my husband about Point A/Point B and he thinks like this, too, but in a different way. He says that when he has his ‘me’ time to work on the yard (raking, cleaning, stacking, wood, etc), he’s always rushing and wants to use time wisely. He can’t predict when I’ll open the slider and give him ‘the look’ (which means, get in here because I have things to do, too).

    There should be an energizer bunny mom icon, “keep going, and going and going”. I believe I just figured out my lizzymc.com icon. Stay tuned for this! 🙂

  3. Having raised 3 boys this was my mantra…….
    Come in, but don’t expect to find
    All dishes done and floors that shine.
    Observe the crumbs, cereal, and toys galore.
    The smudgy prints upon the windows and doors.
    The little ones we shelter here
    Don’t thrive on a spotless atmosphere.
    They’re more inclined to disarray
    And carefree messy play.
    Their needs are great and their patience small.
    All day I’m at there beck and call.
    It’s Mommy come! Mommy see!
    Mommy change the channel on TV.
    Wiggly worms and scraped knees.
    Painted pictures and blocks piled high.
    My floors and house a mess, the days go by.
    Some future day they’ll flee this nest,
    And I at last will have a rest!
    Now you tell me which matters more,
    A happy child or a polished floor?

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