I can't believe that my life is back to the 'plan day by the hour' ness. A little over a year ago when I was working full time I had to plan my day by the hour just to keep up with everything. Now somehow I've managed to get myself back to that. I am really enjoying it, at least that's what I'm telling myself. I mean don't get me wrong I do enjoy it but some days I just have to wonder. Right now I'm working on 3 bride's maid's dresses that have to be finished before the 1st of May, so that is my full project for this week. Next week I'm all over the Relief Society March party which is going to take up most of my week. The week after I'm off to my mom's so I have to get a bunch of stuff organized here so that I can go there. But I guess that does calculate into a 2 week vacation for me... even if it is taking care of my mom.
I'm a Perfectionist and it's killing me. But the first step to solving a problem is admitting that you have one. That being said, it's not actually killing me but there are moments when it feels like it is. What can I say, I like order, I like it to be done promptly and without deviating from how I want it. (My kids just don't seem to get it) Being the mother of 3 older daughters and then a son, I thought I had the 'terrible twos' figured out. I DON'T! Boys are so different from girls. Now I don't need you to shake your head at me and roll your eyes and say 'DUH' but really they are so different. It started about 2 weeks ago when Gage started getting into mischief when I was nursing the baby. O.K. whatever, but it's only escalating and I know that the biggest reason for it is Archer (the baby) but what can I do about it. When I'm tied up nursing the baby I'm nursing the baby I can't be chasing a 2 year old. Yesterday was a prime...
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