When I was a kid my mom didn’t use the phrase “time out.” In fact it was a phrase typically used at basketball practice or when my dad would scream at the TV during a Hawkeyes football game (yes, I’m from Iowa — no, I’m not an Iowa State fan — but for the record, I don’t root for the Hawkeyes either). Honestly, I don’t even remember my mom shooing us away so she could take a “mommy time out” and search for her sanity. She was pretty even keeled.
She sighed more than she yelled, but for the record I would have preferred yelling. Sighing just leaves you hanging … like “what is she thinking?” My mom rolled with the punches and went to band concerts, volleyball games, softball games, basketball games, plays and girl scout meetings. I’m one of three girls; we were involved in a lot of stuff! I also don’t ever remember her complaining that she didn’t have time for herself.
Why am I sharing all of this with you? Because I can’t help but wonder what has changed. Now I constantly hear these words coming out of my mouth, “If I just had an hour to myself!!!!!” … interesting that I never finish that thought, I just leave it hanging… kind of like my mom’s sighs. (my sisters are making our mom’s sigh-sound as they read this — that’s how impactful her sighs were!)
I’m calling a time out on myself.
I refuse to read another book about what I should be doing until I figure out what I’m going to STOP doing. I think the first thing to go is this belief that I have to have an hour to myself especially when everyone is home from their busy days — says who? God gave me this great kid and amazing husband and all I do is crave time to myself?!?!?! Um… that’s a bit twisted. Afterall, I couldn’t wait to get married, and I prayed and prayed that the infertility treatments would work despite my medical issues so that I could have a child to love and care for — and sorry for my transparency but, I think I’m sort of pissing it all away. (I take that back, I’m not sorry for my transparency)
I love my phone.
You guys know this already. And though I am temped to give you a list of things justifying my idolatry towards this piece of technology, I will just let it be. Even though it’s killing me a little inside.
But do I LOVE my family?
So what if I don’t get to the next level of Candy Crush (for the record, I have not touched Candy Crush since I gave it up for … well not Lent but for Jen Hatmaker… I mean for ME). So what if I don’t get a pedicure. So what if I don’t finish reading all the posts on Facebook. So what if I don’t gab with my friend for an hour about all the funny things that happened this week.
Moderation is the key… I dislike that word, it reminds me that I have to eat in moderation and that bugs me because I love food.
I think it’s incredibly important that we model good friendships to our children and that we go out and enjoy ourselves with friends when the opportunity arises. I think it’s incredibly important to have time away from our spouses so that we have fresh and fun things to talk about. I think it’s important to stay connected to long time friends and even current friends — but ya’ll — I’ve been doing it wrong. It should be God, family, friends (and everything else). So an hour in the morning reading scripture or my bible study books? Totally legit. Or an hour having coffee with a friend while everyone is gone doing his own thing? No problem. An hour on the couch scrolling through Twitter while my son is glued to the television…. dude. Right. Between. The ii’s. (for iPhone and iPad… see what I did there with the…. see the i’s… nevermind)
I know I just blogged about this the other day, but this whole idea of having a list of things I am going to STOP doing seems much more inviting than a list of things I am going to START doing. It reminds me of New Year’s when everyone has these lists of cool things they are going to conquer, and by February they don’t even know where the list is. I don’t want to be that person.
So what are you going to stop doing?
I have another game to delete from my phone, I can tell you that right now…