Showing posts with label superwoman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label superwoman. Show all posts

Thursday, January 10, 2008

I'm Superwoman! Not! Part 4

3. Let it be.

Even with passing the baton and lowering the bar, in our situation we simply could not get everything done to which I had become accustomed growing up. I had to make some tough decisions.
I took a look at every single thing I did. Which tasks could I eliminate without any harm? Could they be assigned to someone else? Could they be made easier or quicker? I concluded that some things could be eliminated altogether:


*Giving baths every night

Once a week is sufficient unless they've gone swimming or found a mud puddle, etc. Cutting out nightly baths probably saves me at least six hours a week.









* Folding underwear and matching socks

No one but the wearer will know that his underwear and socks weren't folded. Sometimes entire baskets full of clean laundry are worn and find themselves back in the dirty laundry all without ever being folded. This works for us because we are home most of the time. Your brother or sister doesn't care if your shirt is a little wrinkled.


* Not changing the littlies' clothes every time they got a little dirty.

Sure, I change them if they get wet or soiled or dirty enough to make something else dirty. But most days they wear the same outfit all day long. If it's not too dirty they'll wear it the next day, too. Since they stay home most days this works fine for us.



* Sorting the silverware


The kids do this job now. But when I used to do it I would just dump the whole basketful into the silverware drawer without sorting. No, it's not nearly as neat and organized. But everything is contained. And it's still relatively easy to find a fork when you need one.



I keep looking for more things that I can just let go. If you can't do it all either, are you willing to let some things go for your sanity?


Thanks for stopping' by! Come visit again soon!


Momoften

Monday, January 7, 2008

I'm Superwoman! Not!

Over the years I've learned to smile when people ask “So how many children do you have?” I know their reaction to my answer will probably be one of the following:

1. A look of horror crosses their face as they crassly declare, "Better you than me!"
Thankfully, this one doesn't happen too often. When it does, then I'm the one who gets the look of horror on my face. How can anyone think so poorly of the blessings of children?

2. They flash back a confused smile. "What? You're kidding!" Once I assure them that I am serious they react as in #3.

3. Their jaw hits the floor as they blurt out, "Ten?!?" Often the comment follows “You must be superwoman! How do you do it all?”

The answer is I don't! There's no possible way one woman could do all the laundry, cleaning, cooking, refereeing, hugging, chauffeuring, potty training, counselling, etc. involved in raising ten children. I gave up trying years ago.

So how do I manage? And thus begins my first series...

Momoften