I don't know if it's having 4 kids, James's crazy 60+ hour work weeks this summer, or just life, but I can only sum it up as pressure. There is the pressure of making the right decisions about our family: are we teaching our kids all that they need to know spiritually, emotionally, academically? Are we providing them with the best opportunities possible? Are we making the most of the precious years we have with them? Are our priorities correct? Then there are the mundane daily tasks of making sure the laundry is done, grocery shopping, getting the best deals on clothing etc. (it's like a game for me) , preparing food (healthy food they sometimes whine about!), carpooling, play dates, assigning chores so the kids learn to work. I mean, the list is absolutely endless. When on thing on the list is done, there is another to add to it, and then that first thing has to be done again.
And there has got to be time to take it easy and relax and make some memories. Is that possible for a mother? Even to go to the lake up the street requires me to pack up 1/2 my house of towels, sand toys, beach umbrella, sun screen, hats, sunglasses, water, food, etc. etc. Every mother knows that getting kids ready for just about any outing is no time to relax! If there is someplace we are supposed to be, even a social event, I literally get a tightening feeling in my chest as I rush around trying to get there on time. I HATE being late for anything, and I just can't let my kids be an excuse for us being late.
The craziest part about all of this is that the majority of my "stress" is self induced. And... I think I'm addicted to it. I get some sort of "high" when I have checked off everything on my list for the day and have maximized my "productivity". I want to provide as many opportunities as I can for each of my kids and never use the excuse that they can't be involved in something because it's too hard on me. I really feel like I have limited time with my kids because they are growing up too fast. I have to make the most of it and not have any regrets. For me, I guess that's my way of measuring how well I am fulfilling my role right now. I want all of these feelings I have to be recorded in my blog book so I can reflect on them in the future and not forget how it was to raise my family. I also want Alanna to know that it's okay and it's normal as a mother to feel like a runaway headless chicken sometimes :) Don't we all, even though it might not appear to be the case looking from the outside?

