I was talking to a friend the other day and was able to identify a period of about 5 months in my life where I was organized and felt on top of things.
It was in 1987; from the time we moved into our West Jordan house until Robbie was born. I had a cleaning schedule that I stuck to like glue. Aaron and Amy were small and would "help" me each morning. I had beautiful plants that we would water and trim on a regular basis. I had a meal schedule that I used to create my weekly grocery list and it seems that I rarely had food that was wasted. We went for walks and planted flowers. We played on the swings...
I find myself often trying to recreate those 5 months. I have only two children home now who are older and more self sufficient... it seems like it should be a no brainer yet I struggle.
I put together a cleaning schedule for myself. Determined to get my laundry going early this morning I came down with my sheets and full hamper to find a full washing machine and this note:
Hmmmm this would put me behind schedule... but complain about a 17 year old doing his own laundry... I think not. (Well, mostly doing his own laundry).
Just when I feel like I've got a good routine down things change:
-Running with Jenn when she has to miss x-country because of piano lessons = skipping aerobics and reshuffling the morning.
-Eating dinners later in the evening so family members can take advantage of the last few weeks of warm evening light.
-Running around trying to get all the stuff put together so we can rent the house we just bought in St. George.
-Contemplating the changes Marks' new calling at the MTC (branch presidency) will mean for our family (I am not officially called but it is requested that I attend with him as often as possible (Sundays, Tuesday evenings and possibly Thursday evenings) hoping all the time that I can still serve with the Young Women Sunday and Wednesdays...
Honestly I wouldn't change any of these things.
I feel so blessed by all of them.
I just seem to always have a nagging feeling that there is a host of things I'm letting slide that I shouldn't... and then there's always trying to figure out what's for dinner...
Some how I thought it would be easier when my children got older, or when I finished school, or ... well, I don't know what. When will I have time to write... or read books for pleasure... I keep feeling that if I just got better organized I could make time for these things. Maybe things will settle down in a few weeks.
But then again... maybe not.