How about tip to start out with…to better manage a busy family, create a “command central.” Putting on my best Pinteresty self, I used chalkboard paint to create a space where we can display our week for all to see.
Do you know how many times a week I answer a question with “please see the board”?
When is Max’s soccer game?
See the board.
Do you have anything on Wednesday?
I don’t know. See the board.
What jobs do I have on Friday?
Please. See. The. Board.
We, like everyone else in America have a lot going on. Compared to our friends we aren’t nearly as overscheduled either. We made a decision that 1 activity at a time per kid. Just a sanity saver for us parents, really.
But I really can’t deal with it most weeks.
I often say to Jason, “Can we please sell everything we own and be self sufficient mango farmers in Costa Rica?”
I’d do it.
I mean, what’s not to love about mango?
Do they even grow mango in Costa Rica?
I don’t really care. I’m there.
Anyway, we have so many people in so many directions, I really think that if this whole teaching thing doesn’t work out for me, I’d be a great program and activities director at a nursing home.
But I have a love/hate relationship with my command central.
Every Sunday, with a clean slate before me, I pull out my calendar and start writing. Once I get to the upcoming Saturday, I take a step back and with a slight sigh of defeat, I whisper a prayer to the Lord thanking Him for our health and ability to do all this and confess that I don’t know how we are going to be in 3 different places on Thursday and He whispers back to me,
Jill, just get through today. I’ll take care of Thursday. When it gets here. Just enjoy today.
Do you know how awesome it feels for something to get cancelled? I mean praise the God of little league when it starts to lightening…
I heard Luci Swindoll say at a Women of Faith conference recently that you only have 3 things to spend in your life: time, money and energy.
“When I was young I had time and energy but no money.
When I was middle aged I had money and energy but no time.
When I was old I had money and time but no energy.”
And when I start to feel overwhelmed because week 3 passes of me trying to have a conversation with Jason about adjusting our budget, I definitely think that “time” is the resource that I beg to have more of. Especially since I have to look back on pictures to even remember Reagan being little.
I think my friends would agree too.
When birthdays roll around I see InstaCollages of a baby picture next to a current picture with the caption:
My baby isn’t a baby anymore.
When Back to School happened I saw SO many 1st day of school pictures captioned
1st Day of School!! Where did the time go! 🙁
When graduation happens in May moms all over America will be hot mess puddles as they post split pictures of their 5 year old baby at preschool graduation next to their grown up 18 year old in a bigger cap and gown.
Begging for someone to tell them Where. Did. My. Baby. Go?
As I get to the end of the same week, standing before command central, I almost get sentimental as I go to wipe the board clean for a new week. I reflect on the soccer game won, and the horseback riding lesson that was filled with laughter, the baseball practice that brought home a happy, dirty boy, the pressure washing jobs that ended with a hard working, wet, and worn out man, and the faculty meeting that was more fun than work.
I again whisper a prayer thanking God that He once again provided.
The health, the sanity, the manpower to pull off a week that was good.
A week that hopefully gave glory to Him.