Somewhere in the craziness of pulling long hours for the sake of home renovation this last week, I realized something.
I've been thinking, If I can just get these rooms painted, the flooring in, furniture moved in, family settled - then I can focus on what's important again.
There isn't much I can do about my canine buddy Jasper sleeping alone outside in my parents' shed right now. I can't even say I'd love to have him indoors with us; I'd be too paranoid that something would happen - it's not our house, after all.
Spending time with Nathan and Trent, though, that's a different story. All too often this week I've tried to push through the task at hand with Nathan - c'mon... eat faster! - or put him down for naps early, get him up later. I'm trying to get through this list of tasks at hand so I can get back to living my life.
That's my problem. There will always be tasks. There is always something else begging to be done, to take priority over what I tell myself is most important to me. Every moment like this that I have is an opportunity to set aside the task and live my life.
Nathan won't always be eager to spend time with me.
1 comment:
Hi friend! Just wanted you to know that I'm one of your faithful readers! And as a fellow list- maker and task-tackler, I so understand your plight (just recently painted the walls and trim of our guest bedroom with Sammy in toe as an almost 5 mo. old attention grabber!)! It's all a delicate balancing act!
Hang in there! Miss you...
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