Today was one of those days that just didn't go quite right. I put too many things on my plate. I had too high of expectations for myself. And I am running on too little sleep. As my work day came to an end I was feeling like a failure, beating myself up over unkind words and jobs left undone. I drove home chiding myself for poor time management, thank you notes still unwritten, and phone calls unreturned. I walked in the door to a fussy baby who I can't sleep train. Laundry that still hasn't been washed. And floors that have yet to be swept. And there are also the untouched running shoes that indicate my current lack half-marathon training.
I felt like a big fat failure.
I am trying to be SuperMom, SuperWife, and SuperTeacher. I am piling on the responsibilities and tasks thinking that I am Superman. I am trying to earn my Super cape through tasks and to-do lists. Making one more promise, taking one one more project that I know I can't handle.
Does it really matter if I didn't send that last email? Will the world end if I don't make a phone call? Is a two week late thank-you note going to cause a major catastrophe? Will cereal for dinner, one week of poor running totals, or dustballs in corners change the outcome of society.
The answer is a resounding no.
So I am throwing away my to-do list. I am halting my quest for a cape. I am going to enjoy my baby, who will sleep someday (we hope!). And I am going to tell the nay-sayers, negativists, and that little voice in my head to shove it.