Fall is my busiest time at work, and I had worried that I would find this fall exceptionally slow being away. It turns out, fall with a pre-schooler is pretty busy too. Sure, she’s only in preschool two days a week, but we also have Stroller Bootcamp two days a week. Add in library trips, grocery shopping, playdates, and all the fall birthdays, and I am hard pressed to find time to get everything done.
So something has to go.
Every time this happens, it’s the same things that go. Sure, we fall a bit behind on cleaning (my daughter’s smoothie cup is still on the table from breakfast and it’s 2:46 pm). We order out more than I’d like. In the grand scheme of things, those small things don’t matter. But one big thing always gets dropped. Every single time.
I hate the term self-care. I really do. Back in the day, these were called “Hobbies” or “interests” or “relaxation” but it does make it seem much more important by labelling it “self-care”. And it should be important. I swear there is more pressure these days to fill up every waking hour that if we don’t actually schedule our interests, we never get to experience them.
Running? Haven’t been in over a week.
Blogging? Barely scraping together one post a week.
Knitting/crocheting/sewing? Well over a year ago, I’m sure.
If it wasn’t for the lie I tell myself that I do stroller bootcamp “for the girls,” my days are busy doing stuff for everyone else. So I’m making me a priority. I’m putting me on the schedule. And I’m not going to feel guilty about it. When the girls’ naps line up, I’m going to let myself take the first 30-45 minutes to write out some blog posts. I’m going set aside one evening to work on a yarn or sewing project. And I’m going to figure out how to fit running in now that it’s dark out so early (any advice anyone?)
Sure, it’s going to make my schedule look all the more busy, but until I’ve established this habit, it’s important to make sure I’ve taken time for me.