Life In The Fast Lane

I find myself overwhelmed by everything that's going on in my own life, the life of my husband and the lives of my kids. I'm sure I'm not alone. I'm thinking that, at some point, the world HAS to slow down, doesn't it? I mean, seriously. STOP!! Where's the damn 'pause' button?? 15 is in honors classes in high school, on the basketball team, in the marching band (marching in the Cherry Blossom Festival Parade in DC in April), in the symphonic band which (which is the WV Honor Band this year), performing a gig in town tomorrow night after performing in the jazz festival tomorrow afternoon. In just 2 more years, she'll graduate high school and be off to college. She's already being courted by colleges both far and wide. When the hell did that happen? Just last Thursday it seems as though she was sitting in her high chair falling asleep in her strained peas. No lie.

And don't even get me started on 13. Honors classes in middle school, jazz band, basketball team, traveling volleyball team, getting ready for track season. And the boys. OH GOD HELP ME the boys. Why can't that kid walk 10 feet without finding a cute by to gush about? "Mom can I got to Joe's to play basketball? Ed, Bobby and Jeff will be there too." Yes, the token girl, my young jock. A boy magnet. If the husband was home often enough to see this, he'd be on the porch with a Glock 9. But he's a busy boy himself. His day starts at 4:30 a.m. and with a 2 hour commute one way, he's home around 7:00 at night. So are you wondering yet why I'm feeling overwhelmed?

I know, I know, I'm not the first mother to ever feel this way and I won't be the last. But man, this is hard! And yes, I'd love a little cheese to go with my whine. So will I miss this when they are out of the house? People tell me yes, I will. People say I'll have empty nest syndrome. What will I do with myself when I don't have to leave work at 5, pick up one from basketball practice, come home, throw dinner at her before running back out to see the other one's jazz concert? As it stands now, my dogs don't know if we are occupants of the house or just house sitters. I thank my lucky stars everyday that I married a man who was cool with only having 2 children.

Will I turn 13's room into a sewing room when she goes off to college? Hell no, then I'd have to learn to sew! Maybe I'll turn it into a gym. Have my husband throw out his back lugging a treadmill and an elliptical up there. I can tell you one thing: my house will be SPOTLESS when my kids go away to college. (famous last words??) It won't be the pig stye it is now. GOD it's awful. The dust bunnies have multiplied and now outnumber the grains of sand on the beach at Waikiki. Who hell has time to clean their house? How do you give your house a good, deep cleaning when you have kids?? I don't think I was aware of that class if they taught it in college.

I run, I blog, I make time for family, I make time for friends, I make time for myself. My house takes a seat way in the back of the bus when it comes to priorities. I guess I could hire someone to come clean my house but I know me. I'd be mortified to have someone come in and see just exactly how much of a pig I am. And you're not fooling me, you hirers of house cleaners. I know for a fact that YOU give YOUR house the once over before someone comes in behind you to clean. Don't pretend that you don't. Like Sweet Brown said: "Ain't nobody got time for that!"

The title of this blog is "Life In The Fast Lane" and my point is, when does it ever slow down? I've had my blinker on for the past 15 years, trying to pull over to the side of the road to try to enjoy the sights but I keep getting cut off in traffic. Would it be better if my kids were like I was when I was growing up? Overweight, sedentary, lazy. No, it would not. I love that they're active, healthy kids and that they WANT to persue all of their options. Do I wish there were 4 more of me so that we could take turns getting things done? Absolutely. But would I trade my life in the fast lane for anything? Not a chance.

 

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