It's back to school time at the Robertsons and if you hear a faint "Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" howling from your speakers, I apologize. I'm not exactly welcoming the season with open arms. (Exhibit A: the return of my persnickety eye twitch. Drat!)
I used to look forward to the fall because a) I'm a nerd and love school and b) the beginning of a school year always seemed like a good time to start fresh--new shoes, organized supplies, lists upon lists of goals, etc. for the year.
(Note to any snarky comments coming from my little brother: YES, we have already established that I am a nerd so NO NEED TO REMIND ME.)
The trouble is, when my Type A First-Born Child starts showing, I get caught in the all-too-familiar web of a) craving order b) making too many goals and c) wondering if I'm "doing it wrong".
Because I want to do it all! And brilliantly! And, well, there just isn't enough time in the day. So I zig-zag all over the place and end up tired, cranky and curled up in the fetal position with a bowl of Puppy Chow and a spoon, (OH LIKE YOU ARE PERFECT!) wanting to do nothing for no one and swinging my pendulum back the other way.
But then I get bored and a bit panicky and all too comfortable and then even more panicky because I'm comfortable and all the while think opportunity is passing me by.
And I don't really know how to find that right balance.
And I kind of want to run seven steps forward--or maybe two steps to the left?--or maybe just throw up my hands and just go, already.
Really, I'm just saying a really long-winded "Ditto" to this guy.
...and now also craving puppy chow. Shoot.