Today is the Fourth of July and I am celebrating “freedom.”
Freedom from obligation!
I am functioning in a state of utter exhaustion, both mental and physical. I know you can empathize. I know you feel my pain.
It’s rare that I sleep the night through. And even when I get a straight seven hours I quickly become exhausted again.
I’m pulled in so many directions. My “to do” list is this long. My inbox is overflowing. My snail mail is stacked high.
I have boxes from our move last June that are still unpacked.
I can’t remember the last time I cleaned the bathrooms, let alone the rest of the house.
(Who’s idea was it to let the cleaning lady go when we moved? Oh yeah, mine.)
I work almost full-time. I am the class parent at Q’s school. I lead lunchtime book club this spring. I am on my son’s preschool board of directors.
I write this blog and another. I am moderating a social network for parents of children with diabetes. I am trying to get a business started (D-related, yay!).
When I received an e-mail recently asking me to take a position with the elementary school’s PTA. Do you know what I said?
I said no.
Without guilt, without excuses. Just a simple “thank you for thinking of me, but I cannot commit at this point.”