Today I had the luxury of time…wait, did I say time? Hahahaaahhaa. Ok, really it was 15 minutes to steal away and watch a gorgeous sunset on Santa Monica beach solo. It was the first 15 minutes I’ve had to myself all week and I was like a kid in a candy store. No one should be this giddy about having one quarter of an hour of uninterrupted ME time all week. Mind you, this was after a business meeting before heading to the grocery store to then go home and clean the kitchen and cook dinner. So why did it feel sooooo good but at the same time soooo bad? In the face of the 12 million things I had to do, all I wanted to do was watch the sunset; but I couldn’t even be present enough to enjoy it.
My thoughts instantly snapped back to a recent article I read on MommyTracked titled News Flash: Working Moms Have 30 Hours of Leisure Time A Week! (I remember reading the title and thinking HA!!! what a crock.) I bet if I had 30 hours a week I would be enjoying this sunset right now, rather than thinking of all the crap that needs to be done! The MommyTracked article links through to another Washington Post article that grounds the statement in research done by some scientist who you know is NOT a woman or a mother, or that poppycock would never have come out of his mouth! Let’s get real here people, I am lucky to have 30 minutes to myself between my full time job as a mommy, wife and housekeeper, part time jobs bookkeeping and property managing, not to mention the volunteer work that I do and launching this new business!
After dismissing the notion of having 30 hours a week for myself, I began to wonder why not? Why does my time feel like it is no longer mine? And to make things worse, why is it that I feel guilty about making time to take care of myself? If we don’t preserve ourselves then who will? I have this growing feeling that things are amiss here my friends. This busy urban lifestyle that most of us choose to live is comparable to a daily beat down. Why do we work so hard on things that don’t really matter and refuse to make time for things that do, like our wellbeing or our families? I’m talking about mundane, time consuming non-fulfilling things like, say cleaning the house 24-7! I love a clean house, but for real, if I had my own sitcom it would be titled “Cleaning… The never ending storyyyy ahhh ahhh ahhh” (you 80’s kids feel me). I start a new job this week, and I know I can’t keep up the same pace, or something or someone (ME) will suffer. One of my Feinds (best friends for over 20 years) sent me this blog post on Self Preservation and boy is it spot on. Being open to help is OK and taking care of ourselves is a-ok!
Today I made a choice to reclaim MY time; to be the captain of my schedule and hand choose every activity that I commit to. I am clear on that, but I am left with the how? I need to create a new practice in time management that will facilitate balancing my responsibilities with ME time. I know I am not the only one who feels like the clock is on fast forward most days – community I am talking to you now! Do you feel me? What do you super mama’s and papa’s do to fit in what needs to get done for daily survival + the things that make life swell, like our kiddos + ME time? Holler at me through the comment box below.