Life in the Fast Lane

Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Everything all the time
Life in the fast lane
The Eagles

So what does a song dealing with partying all the time, doing drugs, and illicit sex have to do with a 40-year-old mother of 4? Not much really. But that line, “Everything, all the time,” seems to make this song applicable to so many people. Sometimes I just think we need to stop doing everything all the time. There is so much going on I often don’t have time to just “be.”

Yes. It is 12:40 am, and I am blogging. I should be sleeping. But I am restless. Sleep feels so good, but if I stay awake I might arrive at solutions to several problems I am trying to solve. It is doubtful though, so I will go to sleep soon.

My life in the fast lane has involved taking the kids to school, working on my little work projects for my at-home part-time job, retrieving papers about field trips from backpacks, helping with homework, picking up nerf darts, picking up puzzle pieces, picking up plastic toys of all sorts, stepping on hard molded plastic toys and screaming out in agony, and, last but by no means least, doing mounds and mounds of laundry (BTW, I never reached my goals of last week. Much laundry was washed, dried, and folded, but all the baskets are still not empty. I guess I could be doing that now!)

I write about these things to make myself feel like what I am doing is worthwhile. When I see it written out, it gives me a sense of accomplishment. I need that. So just bear with me…………..