One Balanced Life

A couple of things happened this week that forced me to realize I need to come up with a schedule and some organization for my life.

Oh yes, there have been whispers along that way that I needed to do so. Too many days in a row of cereal mixed with water, the lawn going to seed, unread emails, etc. But the whispers got louder as I sat with a client (going over the schedule I helped her to create so she would have the time to focus on her writing) and thought "Wow maybe I need to do this?"

But really the final straw was when the nanny showed up on Tuesday at the perfect time (I hadn't been entirely clear about her hours) and laughed at the state I was in. I couldn't even answer when she asked what could she help with - must have been the unpacked luggage, a pile of laundry in every room, and sink full of dishes that gave it away. Or perhaps it was the neatly typed up instruction/information the other mom provided her and thought as I read through it "why can't I be that kind of mom."

She has been with boys since they were little and knows me well enough to give me crap and I deserve it. A few minutes after arriving she checked in to see it was okay if the boys take bricks out of the "temporary" sidewalk laid down three years ago and I said yes. She yelled back in the house "You are so laid back"  the whisper became a scream "I AM THE CAUSE OF ALL OF THIS CHAOS."

I crave spontaneity and will change my plans for the day at the drop of a hat...and do most days. But is clear I need to let that go for a bit. Managing a house, kids, helping my parents, training for the tri season, running a business, starting a new one, and figuring out a nanny share will not allow it anymore. Dang. So I sit here staring at a piece of paper with 1/2 hour increments attempting to create a schedule for myself and the boys. And although I am not entirely enthusiastic about this I know it will be a good thing. If not I can always throw it all out the window and try something else. Right?

P.S. Came home to find a schedule all written up by the nanny along with a empty sink and a clean kitchen floor. Think this is the start of a beautiful summer! Of course the little one was wearing his older brother's underwear and shorts because...well you get it.