Juggling...

Lately I have been thinking a lot about juggling. Maybe because some who love me think I juggle too much. Don’t we all, though? I have a husband, 2 boys (7 1/2 and 2 1/2), I work full time, teach Sunday School and have other work organizations that take up some time too.

I like to think of myself as a well trained juggler, all my balls perfectly spaced, gliding through the air, falling and going back up, the routine never faltering. But, lately, I feel more like a member of a beach volleyball team (without the super-toned body) diving to get the ball before it hits the ground and, in the process, getting a lot of sand in my face.

Hence the emergency Bed and Breakfast weekend coming this weekend for hubby and I to take some well-needed "us time". He is the one I love the most but, the one who has to always wait because the kids can’t or won’t. We are trying hard to make "us" priority #1. That really is how it needs to be—if there is no "us" than it all falls apart. Thankfully, we have a great relationship and communicate with each other, and he is awesome and helps out so much around the house. So, we have talked about what we need to fix and pay more attention to in our relationship and started working on those things.

The main thing is getting time to communicate when we both walk in the door—that is a tough time with dinner to be served, spelling to be practiced, animals to be played with and baths to be given, etc. and…all that needs to happen between 6-8—you see our problem. We are going to institute a 10-minute rule where Mike and I get 10 minutes of kids free time when we get home to talk while we get dinner on the table, after that the boys can come in and talk. That way we can cover the days events uninterrupted.

I am really looking forward to the weekend. It will be very nice and romantic and just what we need. Well, I must go the laundry ball is falling fast and I need to catch it.