when i can’t do it all.

As moms we like to think we have it all together, we can handle it all, and we can take care of everything.  And we have to.  We are moms, after all.  But we can’t do it all.

 

Life has been a heavy mix of busy and must-dos lately.  You know the kind where there isn’t really anything you can skip – it all has to get done sooner or later and usually sooner?  I spent the first while thinking I could do it all.  And I did, but then I had surgery so I had to take it easy.  Then life got harder.  And I realized I can’t do it all.

 

 

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I know I’m not alone in this.  My friends and I often talk about how the laundry is piled up, we can’t remember when we last dusted, or we drove through Chick-fil-A for the 3rd time in as many days because there isn’t time to fix dinner or we don’t have the groceries at home to make a meal.

 

My organized and somewhat obsessive personality isn’t ok with those things.  I want to do it all, always.  But as one of the busiest times of year approaches I find myself realizing that I just can’t do it all, and I need to be ok with that.

 

 

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So next time my husband has to do an early Saturday morning milk run because we’re out – again – I will remember to cut myself some slack.  I was never meant to do it all.  And looking around at the end of the day, realizing that we’re all here and ok, reminds me that getting “all the things” done isn’t what’s most important.

 

So here’s to giving up doing it all and settling in a nice place of mediocrity!

 

 

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Do you try to do it all too?  Ever have those moments where you realize you just can’t?  Tell me I’m not alone!

jack’s first haircut.

One of our biggest adventures yet.  I’ve been putting this off for so long.  I LOVE my son’s hair.  LOVE LOVE LOVE.
It’s soft, flowy, curly, and perfect.  But the time came where it looked out of control and it was bothering Jack some, so it had to get cut.

We tried to take him to a cute little kids salon where they only do kids hair.  There are none of those around here– crazy.  So we just took the plunge.

We went out to eat just before we went to get his hair cut.

Little man was loving the music, loving the whole evening.

It’s a fuzzy picture, but I kept trying to get one last picture of his amazing curls before they were gone.

Then we headed over for the big moment…

He wasn’t sure what to think, and he didn’t really like it.  But he did great!  He sat in his daddy’s lap the whole time and now looks like a little boy.

Then we went to visit my grandparents where Jack put on his usual entertainment show.  And it’s always precious.

Ohh that dimple.  Ohh that big boy hair.  Ohh my heart.