I’m not perfect. I do not pretend to be. I am certainly not Super Woman, Super Girl? Wonder Woman? Which is the right name? Either way, I am not it. Sometimes I like to pretend I am. Sometimes I actually succeed. Sometimes. For like an hour, maybe a day.
There are days when I can write out a page long To-Do List and accomplish it all. There are days that I really rock this whole adult thing. I could really win Mom and Wife of the day award.
And sometimes I get a reality check, and come crashing down. Maybe it is the worlds way of reminding me to stay grounded? To focus on one thing at a time?
Or maybe it is much simpler than that, maybe I just suck at multi-tasking.
Yesterday I reached my limit with multi-tasking. In a grand form if I do say so myself. Go big or go home right?
Yesterday I thought I could do it all. I was channeling my inner Super Woman (Girl??), and I was totally rocking it. But I flew too close to the sun, and my wings gave way. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say I filled my glass to much and it over flowed.
I can’t do it all. I sometimes wish I could. But I can’t, at least not all at the same time.
Yesterday I was making my daughters lunch, making my own lunch, prepping dinner for that night, cleaning the kitchen, doing dishes, playing with a balloon with my daughter and trying to text 3 people, all while singing Christmas songs.
Something had to give right? A ball had to drop. Or rather the water had to over flow.
I flooded the kitchen. I totally forgot that I had put the plug in the sink and turned on the water. I didn’t notice till my foot got wet, standing in the middle of the kitchen, nowhere near the sink. There was so much water the counter was covered and the drawers were full!
It may not be a big deal, thankfully there wasn’t any damage, besides my ego. But it really hit me. It was so symbolic of my life right now and how I have been feeling lately. I’ve been trying to do too much, and I’m starting to feel like I am sinking.
It was more than just water overflowing from my sink. It was me, my feelings, my emotions, my stress level overflowing. It took me a minute to really register what was happening, as I looked it, the mess, I saw myself.
After I cleaned it up, I sat in a pile of wet towels and cried. Cried for the mess, cried for feeling so stupid to let this happen, cried for myself, and cried for the sake of crying. Sometimes you just need a good cry.
All of this reminded me of something very important, I am not Super Woman. I may not even be Super Mom. And that is ok. I am still pretty kick ass if I do say so myself. I don’t have to do everything in one day, or one hour. Things can wait, dishes can wait, the mess can wait. The amount of things I get done in one day doesn’t determine how good of a Mom I am. And honestly my kids don’t even notice if the kitchen sink is empty every day. But my kids do notice when I am there for them and with them, that is the important thing.
When all this was happening, when I was trying to do all of this, I was playing with my daughter and her ballon, but I wasn’t really there. I didn’t give her 100% of me, I wasn’t even giving her 50% to be honest, and my kids deserve better than that.
They don’t need me overflowing with the stress, with things to do that I think are important. They just need me there, playing with them and their balloon.
The good news out of all of this? My kitchen is now super clean, and I didn’t have to cook dinner last night. The sliver lining, it’s always there if you know where to look.