I Can’t Manage

I Can’t Manage
Years ago, I was an accomplished person. I made highest marks in bio chemistry and graduated Cum Laude. I’ve traveled the world, been the head of organizations, planned conferences and spoke in front of thousands of people…but I CANNOT manage my household of five children.  They totally have the upper-hand.
They are zoo animals who escaped and took up reside in my home. It’s as peaceful as baboons and lions living together.  Throw in a rhinoceros and we are getting close to the chaos level. They stamped through the house, turn the furniture upside down, break everything and fight with each other non-stop. Last night, I caught my son pounding a screw into a nice piece of furniture with a golf club. They are voracious consumers of food, leaving crackers, popcorn, gum and popsicle sticks all over the floor.  It’s sticky and crunchy everywhere you walk. These creatures are absolute tornados of destruction and there isn’t a moment of peace until they have passed out at night, usually about 5 minutes before my bedtime.
It’s the second day of school and it will take me a month, probably six weeks of cleaning all day to rectify the disaster left behind.
Every vehicle, bedroom, bathroom and corner of our yard has trash, broken toys, rotting food and clutter. Just today I found two slices of stiff, dry pepperoni pizza sitting in the backseat of my SUV. What??!!
Instead of holding the pizza box in route from Papa Johns to my house, someone decided to open it up, take out two slices and leave them sitting in the back seat. I don’t understand how their brains work. The pizza was discovered three DAYS later when I was looking for a missing shoe. I found the shoe, in fact, I found five shoes accompanied by an explosion of crackers, Taco Bell wrappers, water bottles, and the rhino must have had a cold because there were more tissues than a human could possibly use.
Yesterday, I entered the boy’s bathroom to discover they had decided it would be fun to pee in a bucket instead of the toilet.  The stench was unbearable. I ran out and slammed the door behind me. It’s still sitting there and being used by my four-year-old while I write this.
Of course, my cleaning productivity is at an all-time low. Instead of hustling around and cleaning up the aftermath, I make myself another cup of coffee and push the books and magnetic blocks to the side of the couch so I can sit down and wonder how my life has been reduced to this.

Downsizing

1.  Less pillows on my bed

2.  No preschool/ no double drop

3.  No bunny

4.  No lizards

5.  Good-bye chickens

6.  Less pillows on the couch

7.  Less cleaning- more mess

8.  Less toys

9.  Less clothes

10.  Less purchasing

I’m taking these intentional steps…and they are not all easy ones to take.  I’m saying yes to downsizing, knowing I’ll have a little time and a little space open up in my life.  Already, I can breath easier.

Hurry!

The more I rush, the meaner I am. The later I am, the more impatient and self-absorbed I am. When I’m in a rush, I focus more on myself & my agenda and people around blur out in to a ring of darkness. I don’t notice. I don’t see their emotions, their expressions and or their needs.
It’s hard to slow down. It’s difficult to do less.
I walked into the gym, and noticed an employee crying. Later, I had a few moments to spare and I asked her if she was ok. She was so thankful that I noticed and offered my concern. I was so thankful I put the rushing in hold, that I’ve taken deliberate steps to slow down and that I was able to be kind. Hurried Jenny would not have noticed. Hurried Jenny would not have said a thing.  I’m thankful I’m slowing down and this change is even blessing the people around me.