It’s Monday and I’m Already Behind

It is Monday and I already feel like I am chasing the week instead of living it.

My calendar is full, my brain is fuller, and somehow I am still expected to remember what we need from the supermarket. I have been here before — watching the clock, chasing the list and somehow believing I can squeeze just one more thing into the day.

Well, somewhere between all those things running through my mind, my brain suddenly went blank. I think it simply decided it was done dealing with my stress and shut itself down, leaving my body to handle the panic instead. Stress has a funny way of reminding me that my mind and body are not separate machines.

What can I say?

Monday is always full of work and surprises, but today was on another level. A level invented by someone who apparently wanted to test the limits of a mother trying to work with her mother-in-law while on her period, deal with phone calls, buy last-minute things for the seaside (and no, I am not going there to take a break), and prepare all the luggage.

Oh, did I mention that my little boy asks me every other minute if we are heading to the seaside yet?

Wouldn’t it be fantastic if I could swap places with somebody else for just an hour or two?

Preferably someone lying on a beach.

No, wait. The period.

Okay. A hammock. My book. A nice breeze and a cold drink. That will do.

Since this is not happening, I am going to take everything we absolutely do not need out of the car, including all the rocks and sticks we — and by we, I mean my little one — have apparently collected as super essential travel items.

I will continue packing and pray for my soul that tomorrow will be a better day.

I might help that happen by turning off my phone.

Anyway, underneath all this ridiculous Monday chaos, there is also the part that is not funny at all.

I am going back to my hometown, and unfortunately this trip includes medical tests, doctor appointments and even surgery.

Chin up. We can do this!

(I guess “we” means all the personalities I apparently respond to now. This is new. My therapist will be thrilled! Just kidding — my OCD is already enough.)

So I am leaving the perfectionist aside and making room for the messy mind that somehow always finds a solution.

I don’t really need perfect.

I need enough to feel good.

Maybe that is something I am still learning every time my battery gets dangerously close to empty.

I am focusing on the finish line, taking things one at a time, and choosing to believe that everything will turn out okay.

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This week, my version of “messy” looks like phone calls, luggage, appointments, work, motherhood and trying very hard not to lose my mind somewhere in between.

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