Life has been a little bit crazy lately.
Unmanageable.
Not because of the holidays but because I’ve just had too many plates spinning at the same time.
Tonight was the banquet for the girls’ high school swim team.
I went from boys’ high school practice to the banquet.
I have so much to get done before I leave for a 3-day swim meet in Pennsylvania on Thursday, and I did not leave myself enough time to take a shower before I left for practice.
I threw on a t-shirt and some leggings and then shoved an outfit for the banquet in a bag along with some make up and my hair straightener and some dry shampoo and rushed out the door to get to the pool for practice.
I haven’t worn a skirt in December in a long time.
I realized I had no tights.
It was chilly here in CT today and I was not going bare-legged to the banquet.
Plus I haven’t shaved my legs since sometime in August and it looks like I haven’t moisturized them since then either.
After practice I ran into the grocery store and bought a pair of tights.
Then I changed into my banquet clothes in the Stop&Shop parking lot.
I plugged my hair straightener into the outlet in my car, smoothed my hair out, put on some mascara, concealer and blush and sprayed some dry shampoo into my hair in the half dark.
It was while I was struggling to pull up my newly purchased tights outside in the dark in the freezing cold grocery store parking lot while cars were pulling in and shining their headlights directly on me and I didn’t even give a crap that I realized this is not how I want to be functioning and this is not a pace I can sustain.
It’s also not a pace I want to sustain.
There’s a saying in golf…
There are no pictures on the scorecard.
Meaning, it doesn’t matter how you get the job done as long as you get it done.
If you slice the crap out of your tee shot and the ball is headed straight into the woods but then you catch a lucky break and the ball hits the tree at the perfect angle and ricochets out into the middle of the fairway so you have a straight, clean shot to the green, nobody knows the difference.
I took a picture of my outfit when I got home.
My hair is looking a little rough, but even still you would probably never know what I did to get to this point.
But I know.
I know I can’t maintain this pace. And I know I don’t want to maintain this pace.
So it’s time to make a couple changes.
Your a super busy mom. I remember those days.
You still look put together and very pretty.
You look amazing! Give yourself a little grace. Slow down a little, you can’t do it all, all the time. I’m not really one to give advice, in your heart you already know what to do. Wishing you and the kids a very Merry Christmas and a Healthy New Year.