Jenga

This is a very big week in the Beasley household. Within these 7 days, we will celebrate, one 6 year anniversary,  one 3-year-old boy’s birthday and Thanksgiving. I love this week. I do. But no matter how much advance preparation I do for the aforementioned occasions, I inevitably face the tension of being stressed out over all that has to be done to make this week special on top of just normal life stuff. And then, just give you a tiny window into my neuroses, whenever there is an exceptionally stress-filled situation at hand, I tend to tack on more of the impossible. Like, oh, I don’t know, how ’bout we throw in a 10k, a never-before-attempted sewing project, a new house-hunt, and volunteering at a homeless shelter just for kicks. Chronic-overachievement is not a good look on me and yet, I’ve been this way as long as I can remember. And for what? So that last night while Mia is sitting in her high chair covered in buttered noodles making me FORTY FIVE minutes late for an appointment, I proceed to take out my frustration on life with my husband and my birthday boy all because of an unfinished budget, an unthawed turkey, and a few unanswered emails? Salem was still chewing his last bite of hotdog when we dashed out the door to make a 5 minute appearance at said appointment. And as I was busy explaining my tardiness, I found myself comparing our life to a game of Jenga. I hated Jenga. I still do. Whoever invented the game clearly has no sympathy for the walking anxiety-ridden. But our life has sort of become this intricate layering of schedules and menus and meetings, and for crying out loud, I have designated days for washing my hair {Wednesdays and Weekends…. Wash starts with “W”…. It’s an alliteration thing. Don’t look now, but I just blew that “tiny window” open wide with something gale force}. But that’s what I’m talking about….. I am so structured that when a gloriously “unstructured” opportunity comes along like a holiday or a special occasion, it tends to tap just the right block out of place and then my whole stack comes crashing down leaving me in a puddle of Jenga pieces moaning about what a failure I am because I haven’t started Salem’s college fund.

And so this morning, I am reminded once again…

Let’s all say it together…. “I CAN NOT do IT ALL

Who are we kidding. On days like yesterday, I can’t even do it a little. I trust a few of you Jenga-haters out there can relate.
This Thanksgiving, I am eternally thankful for friends and family who love me despite my failed attempts, my momentary melt-downs, and my seriously out-of-control alliteration fetish that one day someone will make pills for, appear on Dr. Oz, and rake in a fortune!

{Tune in next time for some more dignified thoughts on cupcake toppers and cranberry sauce.}

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Lady Lullabuy’s 200th Blog Post!!

What a week. Not only did I celebrate my 31st 27th birthday, but I have officially published 200 blog posts since this madness all began. I have enjoyed our little inspiration journey over the last 11 months. Can you believe it has been that long? How about a trip down memory lane. According my trusty reader stats, here are Lady Lullabuy’s Top Ten Blog Posts.

#10-Asian Inspired

#9-Taking the Plunge

#8-Valentine’s Day Julie & Julia Style

#7-Messy French Bun

#6-La Vie En Rosesttes

#5-The Academy Award Goes To…

#4-Brighton Cheery

#3-I Cannot Do it All

#2-“Wonder” Wall

And the #1 Lady Lullabuy blog post….

Why Not Wine Corks?

 What do you say we take a vote? Do you have favorite?

Thanks again to all my lovely readers {a.k.a. my web-community}. You’ve already made this quite the memorable journey.

I Can Not Do It All

image via Jones Design Company

I stumbled on this print a few days ago, and I think I need to have this framed in a couple of different locations around my house. How about you?

I did a little personal inventory of my priorities this morning, and it wasn’t pretty. When you add up all of my outside activities, not including blogging, the occasional dinner with friends, or the everyday things that need tending to around the house (budgeting, cooking, laundry, market runs, etc) it adds up to 39 hours a week. 39 hours a week?! I thought I was a stay at home mom! Apparently, just because I don’t wear heels and sit in a cubicle anymore, doesn’t mean that the work load has gotten any lighter. I know what you must be thinking. We’re all busy, right? Well, for me personally, this reveals a need for some major adjustment.

I was reading a parenting magazine article a few months back. It suggested that when a mother works more than 20 hours a week outside the home, the rest of the family begins to feel the affects of it. I believe the affects for each family are different, so excuse me for being so vague, but I took that so much to heart. I may not have to report to an office, but those things outside of my home are weighing rather heavy on the scale lately, and requiring more of my attention than I can afford to give. I don’t have to punch a time clock to be considered unavailable at home.

I am speaking entirely from personal conviction, and in no way do I judge women who work outside their homes. But for me, reading, singing, and dancing to Salem’s favorite Bible songs CD are priorities to me. Today, Mia was having “Tummy Time” while I was clipping coupons. I looked over and her entire mouth was blue. After a little search and rescue maneuver, I uncovered a spit- covered mass that once was a coupon. It was incredibly cute albeit disgusting, but my point is this. No activity is worth my time or my contribution at their expense. Only I can look into their eyes and see my hurried lifestyle. Their little instincts can tell when mommy is reading “A Lovely Day for Amelia Goose”, but really she is thinking about making calls, placing orders, and getting to the post office before it closes. No one can convince me otherwise.

So, it is time to recalibrate. Today, I simply acknowledge that I CAN NOT DO IT ALL.

It’s a start, right?