Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my marbles.
Speaking of marbles, Great Grandpa had a box of marbles that I hid from the kids because I was sick of stepping on them in the middle of the night. Surprise, surprise, Sleuth 1 and Sleuth 2 found them and I’m once again stepping on marbles in the middle of the night.
But back to the metaphorical marbles.
I don’t mean to whine, but I have too much of everything. There are too many baby showers, too many play dates, too many school picnics, too many field trips, too many lunches to be packed.
Sometimes, even when I feel like I have too much, I still feel like I have too little.
Too little time, specifically.
So I’m trying, oh I’m trying , to prioritize. To be in the moment. To be present.
To be present on a random coffee date with my husband.
To be present on an early morning run.
To be present as I spend time with my little ones who are growing up before my eyes.
Sometimes I scarf down my breakfast in the car (challenging with a 5 minute commute…)
Sometimes I work a little too late…
But if I can be present, especially with these two, then maybe I won’t lose my marbles.
Although I’m sure I’ll still have a rude awakening in the middle of the night as I step on yet another errant orb of pain…