Slowly but surely I’m learning.

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A couple days ago I had some sort of epiphany or something and finally recognized that I’m trying to do way too many things.

I really believe this is directly related to starting Whole30 (yes, I’m still doing it and I haven’t fallen off the wagon but that is a whole other post)  because it has made me more mindful not just with respect to what I’m eating, but in general.

And I had a small victory I wanted to share.

This weekend was Memorial Day Weekend and Number 3 had a baseball tournament.

On Saturday morning he had swim practice from 9 – 11. From there my parents took him to his first tournament game.

Number 6 also had a t -ball game at  10:30. My husband took him to that.

I had to coach swim practice from  11  –  11:45. I took the  girls with me, and from the pool we rushed up to Number  3’s game.

When that game was over, we had a couple hours to kill before the second game at 5:00.

It was 95 degrees out, and rather than wait around at the field, I drove the kids back home to go swimming.

When we got home, Number 7 puked all over the place, so she stayed home with my husband and after the kids were done swimming we headed back to the field.

After the game  was over,  some of the kids on the team were going out to dinner.

We had been on the go in 95 degrees for  10 hours, and I was trying to figure out how the hell I was going to get Number 3 to dinner with his friends.

And then it occurred to me.

What the hell are you doing? This is too much. Go home.

So we skipped the dinner.

That was a victory for me. I was so worried about Number 3 missing out on something when what I really need to be worried about is teaching my kids that  you just can’t do every thing.

The next morning we were heading back to the baseball field at 8:30 for the third game.

When that was done we were marching in the Memorial Day Parade.

And I was contemplating inviting the whole team over to our house after the parade to go swimming.

I mean, it was Memorial Day Weekend, so that’s what I should have done, right?

We  needed a party.

Yikes.

There I went again.

I pulled my head out of my ass and filed away the  party idea.

At game 3, I watched Number 3 pitch a great inning. When he went out to the mound for the second inning, he didn’t look quite right.

He had complained of being really tired when he woke up, but I thought it was just from the busy day before.

And even though he struck out two batters in the second inning, he was really struggling. I could see it.

He asked to be taken out of the game. That was not a good sign.

He got into the dugout and puked in the dirt about 2 seconds after he sat down.

Whoops.

My husband took him home, and I stayed and watched the rest of the game with the kids, and as I’m there sweating in the 90°  heat, I’m trying to figure out how to get everyone to the parade and how I’ll march with all of them and then it occurs to me.

Skip the fucking parade.

Again, I was so concerned about the kids missing out on an event that I was willing to go to ridiculous lengths to get them to it.

This overscheduling thing is a tough habit to break!

But we’ve marched in the parade every year for the past six years with the preschool, and this was going to be Number 7’s last year there. We had to march in it.

No we didn’t.

We had to go home.

And I had to teach my kids not that you participate in every single event you have the opportunity to attend at all costs, but rather that sometimes you just have to say no to some stuff.

And you have to take care of yourself.

So that’s what we did.

Slowly but surely, I’m learning.

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