When Boatman and I first met, I was amazed at the amount of stuff he could fit into one day. Work, shopping, fishing, visiting friends and more. You name it, and he would schedule it in, completely oblivious to the fact that there are actually only 24 hours in one day.
I, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. As a single mum of a one year old, I was extremely uptight and rigid in our activities. Every moment of the day was scheduled, and as such, there were only a finite number of activities that could be pursued. The rest, simply didn’t happen.
To say that it was an adjustment for both of us is an understatement; he had to learn to cut back, and I had to learn to let go, and find a happy medium. Thankfully, it didn’t take us too long to get there.
The funny thing is, that 9 years on, not only has Boatman learnt to be more disciplined and realistic with the hours in his day, but I have turned into the exact opposite of what I was. It is now him, that says that I need to stop and realise, there probably isn’t enough time to do all things I want to.
Well whatever! I say there is, and let’s do it! ‘Aint nothing going to hold me back! 🙂 I am fairly certain, that there is not much I can’t fit into a day, much less a weekend. Who wouldn’t organise a book launch and collaborative birthday party for four children on the same weekend they were also scheduled to work, and go to a wedding?
Now in hind sight, (as in it is currently Monday night and I have spent the day catching up on a mountain of washing and ironing, and dealing with overtired, grumpy children), it possibly wasn’t the best idea. And as someone else mentioned, if I wasn’t medicated, I may have finished sunday night as a giant weeping mess. And evidently my body didn’t cope as well as my mind thought it could, and resulted in trying to knock me out with a migraine, but still I wouldn’t let it stop me. Iju
I just don’t have time to be anything less than crazy busy it seems.
So with all that in mind, I have composed a fool proof way to turn yourself into a crazy person in one weekend.
If, on the very odd chance, you are normal to begin with.
Have a baby.
Have more babies. As many as needed to make each day seem like a mammoth crazy effort.
Write a book. Because with all your offspring, you will need time out, and also have plenty to say. Not to mention oodles of spare time.
Publish the book, and then forgetting that you are complately paranoid about speaking in public, plan a book launch where everyone will look at you.
Because the book launch is not enough pressure, organise a combined birthday party for all your children, who, if you have done the math right, will have their birthdays within 54 days of each other. (And before anyone asks what’s nine months before, it’s September, and our wedding anniversary :))
Pretend that neither even is happening, and forget to do anything in preparation until approximately 15 hours before the event.
Throw the book launch. At the last minute beg your awesome friend to take pictures, because you hadn’t thought of that previously.
Leave book launch and head to Coles to buy party preparations. Stop in at work to chat to friends, and then sit outside with one of them whilst she has a D and M.
Attend a wedding.
See your nephew as a surprise.
Come home and clean the bathroom. Because by this point you are so busy you have forgotton what it is to just sit and do nothing.
Attend wedding reception and dance the night away. Go home and feel the miraine coming on.
Drag yourself out f bed, twenty minutes before church starts, hopped up on pain killers, so that you don’t miss the sunday mornig service. Because church is awesome, and you really can’t miss that.
Come home, collapse on the couch, inadvertently fall asleep, then wake up in a panic because you haven’t made the fairy bread yet.
Make fairy bread. Try not to get butter (which you HATE) underneath the ridiculous fake nails that are driving you nuts (and that make it almost impossible to type.)
Throw kick arse birthday party for all your kids, utitlising left over cupcakes from your book launch.
Come home and discuss with your husband the greater meaning of life, and how you can change the world. (yes seriously!!!)
Wake up the next next morning, exhausted but so alive. This is what it’s meant to be like. Living every minute to the max, and running around like a crazy person, having ball doing it. :
Thank God you married a man who gets exactly who you are meant to be.
Authentic. Hopeful. And completely Crazy 🙂
When was the last time your life was so exhausting, but you wouldn’t change a minute of it?