I joked recently that grocery shopping exhausts me. I buy all these healthy ingredients, yet I want to order pizza by the time I pay the cashier. I rarely clean my home since we hired a maid to fill in while I recover from knee surgery. I feel like a prissy little princess, as my inner self whines about not wanting to make dinner. I find myself exhausted, yet my sleep and eat are amazingly healthy. What is wrong with me?! I don’t even have an excuse of kids yet- how did my mom do it thirty years ago???
I talked with my mom about it over the last holiday weekend, and we discussed how life in my thirties is different than life in her thirties. I am being pulled in numerous directions and my life is bombarded with distractions. She didn’t have to check e-mail back in the day. Now, I wake up to dozens of e-mails in my inbox. Some are legit and need addressed, but others are spam and sales. Didn’t I unsubscribe from you already? Oh, good, a list of questions to answer as I go through the process of unsubscribing. Great- it isn’t processing. Or, it will take two to three weeks. Sarcastic yay.
I have a cell phone that rarely leaves my side, too. I don’t have just interrupting calls though; I also have interrupting texts. Hi, hello, and FYI. There are pictures that are cute that demand a reply of “how cute” or “how sweet.” Precious fills the inbox. Beyond that are the group text responses. Oh, goody, so glad I am in on it. My witty response is no longer the only one at the party ’cause more keep coming! Heaven for bid I turn off my phone, right? I mean, the whole reason we sign up for cell phones, as a whole, was “in case of emergency.” Texting me at midnight to see what ingredients were in our famed Bauer waffles is not an emergency. Yes, true story. (Thankfully, my ringer was off, yet I felt a twinge of guilt that we weren’t to the rescue in the middle of the night.)
Have you been on Facebook lately? I think I have too many friends. I love my friends, I do. Of course, I do. I want to keep up on their lives and their children. I love photos of puppies, babies, and vacation. I love giving them my validation of “Likes” and comments- uplifting, loving, or charmingly witty. But not everyone went to etiquette class for social media. The hundreds of vacation photos and beyond detailed child sickness posts. I want the highlights from your trip, not your five hour slideshow. Please, don’t tell us the size, consistency, color, or frequency of your child’s bowel movements. Get a doctor… and some boundaries. Please, don’t make me sad for you for the dozens of selfies you post weekly. Focus on your home, marriage, and children. I love the cute comments your kid says and the precious moments you share. Is it necessary to post them every hour on the hour though?
Thank goodness I am not on Twitter. I have a handle, sure, but I don’t know how to be a twit that tweets. Let me figure out how to use my steam cleaner first. I cannot forget when I try to check the weather or current events quickly. My pop-up blocker is annoyed and overwhelmed. I wanted relevant and important news, not Jennifer Aniston’s new haircut pics (sorry, Jen). Or to see ten things that are trending and decide I MUST read about five of them immediately.
That’s what I have done the last couple of weeks. I have closed my Netflix mid-show after breakfast- I can finish up over lunch. I have signed into FB to only briefly see the news. So-and-so is having a girl. Yay! Another kid is turning five. And, a couple celebrated their seven anniversary. Sweet. My nephew learned to climb out of his crib. Mercy. And prayers. Log out.
Quick ruthless check of e-mail and delete as much as possible. Turn off the computer and clean house. Oh, I enjoy taking pride in my wiped down counters and vacuumed family room. (My husband called yesterday afternoon and asked, “What are you doing?” “Vacuuming,” I answered. LONG PAUSE. Stunned, he questioned again, “What are you doing???” Our house is looking darn good since I stepped away from the laptop more!) I find myself in balance more. I check off more of my business to-do’s. I enjoy a morning Bible reading and a mid-afternoon catch up with a favorite book. I find myself enjoying days more than dreading them. Dinner becomes desirable again. Chores aren’t chores anymore. I have energy again by finding my priorities.
It’s funny how the act of subtraction has actually helped my find more balance. Hoping I can keep it up- being a housewife hasn’t before felt so good!
Happy Wednesday, Laura