The Small Stuff
"Rule number one is, don't sweat the small stuff. Rule number two is, it's all small stuff." ~Robert Eliot
The baseball schedule, the softball schedule, the hot lunch schedule, the uniform schedule, the homework schedule, the holiday schedule, the dog's immunization schedule (and subsequent flea and heart worm schedule), these are the things hijacking my days. In the last week I have hit new lows as organizer of the household. I misjudged a scheduled game time for our middle child's softball game, making us an hour late and I mistook a game for a practice, having her arrive in the wrong clothes. Immediately the self loathing began. How could I make those mistakes? What was happening that would cause me to lose my grip on things? What rock would be big enough for me to crawl under?
Thanks to modern technology, I immediately typed out an apology to the softball coach on my phone and then waited. Surely he would help me feel horrible by reminding me how important our child's attendance was at every game. The email returned with one freeing sentence, "Don't sweat the small stuff".
I'm a wise person. I'm the person everyone turns to for sound advice. I'm the friend you can count on to keep it together through thick and thin. I'm normally the one saying something so poignant. Two days ago, I was the one who really needed to hear that.
Yesterday I woke up with my schedules all triple booked. In the light of the day ahead of me, I could have started in a good tizzy and worked my way into a frenzy all before my first cup of coffee. Instead, I heard the voice of Coach and I took everything in stride. Yesterday I chose the important things. I chaperoned a child's field trip, I sat with a friend for a half hour and caught up, I finished my cup of coffee before it got cold, I read the whole paper, and I watched our child's baseball game from behind home plate.
The small stuff can wait, I've got a life to live.
The baseball schedule, the softball schedule, the hot lunch schedule, the uniform schedule, the homework schedule, the holiday schedule, the dog's immunization schedule (and subsequent flea and heart worm schedule), these are the things hijacking my days. In the last week I have hit new lows as organizer of the household. I misjudged a scheduled game time for our middle child's softball game, making us an hour late and I mistook a game for a practice, having her arrive in the wrong clothes. Immediately the self loathing began. How could I make those mistakes? What was happening that would cause me to lose my grip on things? What rock would be big enough for me to crawl under?
Thanks to modern technology, I immediately typed out an apology to the softball coach on my phone and then waited. Surely he would help me feel horrible by reminding me how important our child's attendance was at every game. The email returned with one freeing sentence, "Don't sweat the small stuff".
I'm a wise person. I'm the person everyone turns to for sound advice. I'm the friend you can count on to keep it together through thick and thin. I'm normally the one saying something so poignant. Two days ago, I was the one who really needed to hear that.
Yesterday I woke up with my schedules all triple booked. In the light of the day ahead of me, I could have started in a good tizzy and worked my way into a frenzy all before my first cup of coffee. Instead, I heard the voice of Coach and I took everything in stride. Yesterday I chose the important things. I chaperoned a child's field trip, I sat with a friend for a half hour and caught up, I finished my cup of coffee before it got cold, I read the whole paper, and I watched our child's baseball game from behind home plate.
The small stuff can wait, I've got a life to live.
AMEN! I can't find my head life is flying by! I am going to try to take tomorrow SLOWER!
Love Ya,
Lu
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