Jammies Day
One day last week I was complaining about the fact that we had been up and out the door every morning that week and that I was tired. I didn't get a whole lot of sympathy but it felt good for me to get the words out there. I am like that so often with words. They just have to go somewhere...and normally they just come strolling out of my mouth. :)
Yesterday marked 16 days IN A ROW that we had to be out of the house, which for some people is perfectly normal. For me it is not. I am a home body. I like to ease into a day with my pajamas on and many days I would be perfectly content to take a shower, put clean jammies back on and continue with my day.
And while some people equate jammies with pure laziness I find that I am most productive on pj days. I don't think twice about diving into a cleaning project, because I don't care about getting the clothes that I have on dirty. Whether my days are filled with cuddling and cartoons or knocking things off of my to-do list I am comfortable. Plus, it saves on laundry!
But some days, like today, a jammies day is pure NEED. After the marathon that I feel like we have been running the three of us girls NEED a jammies day. I honestly feel sick to my stomach at the thought of getting dressed and leaving the house. I know that I need to go to the bank, the post office and grab some groceries...and perhaps at some point today I will be able to handle those things...but right now? Not so much!
I have so many things that need doing. Laundry, dishes, floors, sorting mail, problem solving, creating, rearranging...and on and on the list goes. But I know me. And I know that none of those things can really happen until I have taken care of myself mentally. So I am blogging. And reading. And talking to my girls - one of whom is so incredibly creative in her story telling this morning!
And slowly, I am feeling like I could go start a load of laundry. Or take a walk. Or just be kind because I am not overwhelmed.
The thing is, this has taken me many years to embrace - resting in order to be productive - because trust me, I am no good to anyone when I am a stressed out, on the move mess. I run over and into things, I forget things, I say words that I really don't want to say. I am less patient with those I love. Rest is a good thing - and it's a very needed thing. The Bible teaches us to do it. On the seventh day God rested. Fields need a time of rest in order to produce. Plants and trees bear fruit only after a season of rest.
So, that's my day. And my thoughts.
Yesterday marked 16 days IN A ROW that we had to be out of the house, which for some people is perfectly normal. For me it is not. I am a home body. I like to ease into a day with my pajamas on and many days I would be perfectly content to take a shower, put clean jammies back on and continue with my day.
And while some people equate jammies with pure laziness I find that I am most productive on pj days. I don't think twice about diving into a cleaning project, because I don't care about getting the clothes that I have on dirty. Whether my days are filled with cuddling and cartoons or knocking things off of my to-do list I am comfortable. Plus, it saves on laundry!
But some days, like today, a jammies day is pure NEED. After the marathon that I feel like we have been running the three of us girls NEED a jammies day. I honestly feel sick to my stomach at the thought of getting dressed and leaving the house. I know that I need to go to the bank, the post office and grab some groceries...and perhaps at some point today I will be able to handle those things...but right now? Not so much!
I have so many things that need doing. Laundry, dishes, floors, sorting mail, problem solving, creating, rearranging...and on and on the list goes. But I know me. And I know that none of those things can really happen until I have taken care of myself mentally. So I am blogging. And reading. And talking to my girls - one of whom is so incredibly creative in her story telling this morning!
And slowly, I am feeling like I could go start a load of laundry. Or take a walk. Or just be kind because I am not overwhelmed.
The thing is, this has taken me many years to embrace - resting in order to be productive - because trust me, I am no good to anyone when I am a stressed out, on the move mess. I run over and into things, I forget things, I say words that I really don't want to say. I am less patient with those I love. Rest is a good thing - and it's a very needed thing. The Bible teaches us to do it. On the seventh day God rested. Fields need a time of rest in order to produce. Plants and trees bear fruit only after a season of rest.
So, that's my day. And my thoughts.
I totally get this. Some day I am so tired I just want to cry...but someone needs to go to preschool or it is Sunday morning, or there are ball games. Tired, tired, tired. Hang in there!
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