I have a bit of a problem with over-extending myself. Perhaps you have noticed.
I get asked all the time how I do it all, and three times over the holidays I have seen aunts and uncles and other relation who tell me “I follow you on Facebook/your blog and you are BUSY!”
I never know what to say to that. Thank you?
I used to be proud to rattle off all the things I do: teach high school full-time, take two online class toward my next pay increase, teach a college course, blog, freelance, oh and I’m a mom and wife too.
I realized this month that when the third person (one of the members of our church) commented on how busy I am, I started to feel the blood rush to my cheeks in embarrassment. I know they were only making small-talk. It was a lead-in before telling me what nice job Eddie did in the Christmas program and before a comment on how cute it was when Charlie pointed and yelled “EDDIE!” during the program. This person was just showing interest in our family and being kind.
But I was embarrassed. Ashamed at how much time I spent on other things besides my family.
The day before Christmas break started, I had planned to give my students an in-class essay assignment so I would have two full weeks to get through grading the 120 of them. Nature had other plans. We got a wicked ice storm Thursday night, school was cancelled, and Christmas break started early.
I had zero work with me at home to do.
So I started reading a book.