As a young woman, I was raised to go to college and prepare to take the world by storm. My mother led by example, going back to school in her 30's and getting the education that hadn't been available to her right after high school. My Dad always made it clear that I was to go to college, and to pursue a career. My mother juggled school, work, and motherhood, and seemed content with her choices. In my heart of hearts, I could always see a future full of children for myself. I did want that college education, and I pursued my career with verve, but the moment I met my spouse, my priorities started to morph almost instantaneously. I worked full time until my third child was born. I worked hard, learned from mentors, became a pretty decent leader, and was rewarded at work, but I always had a self imposed limitation. I maintained certain boundries at work, that allowed me to be the kind of wife and mother I desired to be. While my VP, Terri, was incredibly supportive of me, I couldn't have asked for a better mentor, she did acknowledge and forced me to do so as well, that these self imposed limitations were going to get in my way of achieving the highest levels of success at our company. It became clear that I would have to make a choice. Sound familiar? To be continued.......
I am swirling in chaos! Our little remodeling projects, ie: painting the boys rooms, have resulted in a whirl of mess, mess, mess. My husband has been diligently painting walls, repurposing furniture, meanwhile all of the clothing, shoes, toys, junk, furniture we are no longer using, etc... is lining the hallways and rooms of my house! We have tried to engage the boys in this project, but it has somehow eluded them that they have any responsibility for putting the house back together, so it it a painful exercise of command and whine. Today, we must put it back, we cannot start the week in madness. So my day, is going to be interesting. They need to help, a lot. I need to figure out how to motivate them to help, without them feeling like they are being tortured. Wish me luck, at 10:30, video games, and NFL TV go off, and cleaning commences. I'd better have another cup of coffee, and pray for the next half hour, I'm gonna need it.
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