Procrastinating Mom + Stress = No Dinner?
I am the worst procrastinator in the entire world!
Oh well, maybe not. But that is how things start to feel when I get like this. It is like everything around me is blown up to an exagerated size of how it really is. I look at the mess on the counters left over from dinner last night and immediate start to get after myself for leaving it until today. Which then reminds of the baskets of laundry waiting to be folded in the living room. So, I get after myself for having not gotten those done. Which then leads into every single chore that has yet to be done this week. I end up feeling like a horrible mother and an awful housekeeper and so I sit and feel overwhelmed. So then I must be the worst procrastinator in the entire world. lol
But, I'm not. If that were truly the case, there would have been no dinner last night to leave those messy dishes and counters. There would be no laundry washed waiting to be folded and there would not be two content little boys taking a nap right now. It can be so difficult to make it to this second point of view sometimes though. The past couple of weeks have been rather stressful and I have a sneaky suspition that they have been so tough because of my distorted point-of-view.
I miss going to work. Work was easy compared to this stay at home mom stuff. At work there were distinct completetion points along the way. I would manage to get to the bottom of the stack before going home and suddenly I felt accomlished and good at what I was doing. Rarely, is there a bottom to the stack of things I do now. And if I get behind here at home, it becomes the chaos I submit my family to. Part of the craziness I suppose is that I became a stay at home mom after my last two children were born (14 mo apart). Adding two babies does make this tougher, all the reason I am home to do it.
Ok, self therapy is starting to work. I think I can go tackle the kitchen and the laundry now. And if I really start to feel better, I might actually get some studying for my Spanish Midterm and some writing done for that Creative Writing course done. I am taking the classes to give my life more than the satisfaction of housework and changing diapers. So, I suppose I haven't completely given up on the idea of being proud of myself for getting to the bottom of the stack of work. I just now do most of that type of work after midnight.
Oh well, maybe not. But that is how things start to feel when I get like this. It is like everything around me is blown up to an exagerated size of how it really is. I look at the mess on the counters left over from dinner last night and immediate start to get after myself for leaving it until today. Which then reminds of the baskets of laundry waiting to be folded in the living room. So, I get after myself for having not gotten those done. Which then leads into every single chore that has yet to be done this week. I end up feeling like a horrible mother and an awful housekeeper and so I sit and feel overwhelmed. So then I must be the worst procrastinator in the entire world. lol
But, I'm not. If that were truly the case, there would have been no dinner last night to leave those messy dishes and counters. There would be no laundry washed waiting to be folded and there would not be two content little boys taking a nap right now. It can be so difficult to make it to this second point of view sometimes though. The past couple of weeks have been rather stressful and I have a sneaky suspition that they have been so tough because of my distorted point-of-view.
I miss going to work. Work was easy compared to this stay at home mom stuff. At work there were distinct completetion points along the way. I would manage to get to the bottom of the stack before going home and suddenly I felt accomlished and good at what I was doing. Rarely, is there a bottom to the stack of things I do now. And if I get behind here at home, it becomes the chaos I submit my family to. Part of the craziness I suppose is that I became a stay at home mom after my last two children were born (14 mo apart). Adding two babies does make this tougher, all the reason I am home to do it.
Ok, self therapy is starting to work. I think I can go tackle the kitchen and the laundry now. And if I really start to feel better, I might actually get some studying for my Spanish Midterm and some writing done for that Creative Writing course done. I am taking the classes to give my life more than the satisfaction of housework and changing diapers. So, I suppose I haven't completely given up on the idea of being proud of myself for getting to the bottom of the stack of work. I just now do most of that type of work after midnight.
3 Comments:
You nailed it my dear. Being a stay at home mom is the toughest job in the world, for exactly the reasons stated. No beginning, no end, thankless domestic work that must constently be repeated. No boss to praise you, no paycheques, no coffee and lunch breaks. Little adult conversation and stimulation.
The reward? described in your last post. Happy healthy well developed children. You are doing a great job.
Excellent post! It is ALL how we look at it, isn't it!
Spanish class, eh? Si quieres escribir en espanol...digame!
Buenos Noches!
Thank you so much for your encouraging comments. Both my baby boys ended up puking tonight. No fevers which is good. I hope they get better quick. I now know why they were napping so peacefully LOL.
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