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Letting go.

As a parent, you quickly realize you can’t do it all. Well, most of us can’t. So you pick your battles, your decide what is important. Going to the Christmas Concert is probably more important that washing the floors. Me being who I am, tends to go in the extreme. So I let a lot go, and go and go.

Not too long ago, I was pretty obsessive about the way I did my laundry. And please, do not even try to fold the clothes, you can’t do it the way I want it done and I will just have to do it over. And I will be upset about it.

Then Gail got sick again. I got a twitch in my eye. It only stopped when I slept. I knew I needed help. The doctor prescribed effexor, an anti-depressant and anti-anxiety medicine. Sometimes I think it has done too good of a job with anxiety. I just don’t seem to care enough about the little stuff. Or is that the depression kicking? Either way, I feel like I am letting go a bit too much. Time to take back the reins so to speak.

Hanging on

Where do I start? I am overwhelmed by all that needs to be done so I put my blinders on and ignore what I can. (What’s with the horse metaphors?) Last Monday, I signed up on a whim for Controlling the Clutter online class. I got my assignment for week 1 but have yet to do anything. Lots of excuses, as always.

I did come to the conclusion that I have to rework my schedule during the summer. The boys love schedules, so we plan to go swimming on Mondays and Thursdays. I have decided that these will be my “days off” from work. I worked yesterday and today now I don’t have to worry so much about tomorrow. And maybe if I can then use my days off and work around the house like any regular working person, I might get some things accomplished, such as clearing the clutter.

As they say is AA,

progress, not perfection