Monday, September 20, 2010

Busy, Busy!

Stop the insanity!

Our lives have been non-stop, GO! GO! GO! I cannot remember when we have had a spare moment to just sit and breathe in and out. I think it started when we signed Boy Pop up for his first season of organized sports. No one told me that my life was going to belong to baseball and soccer fields and Tae Kwon Do studios for the past three years, but here we are.

Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I’m proud of all my boy wants to do and all that he has accomplished during this time. Did I tell you that we started our first season of “Coach Pitch” baseball this fall? No? Well we did. And when you go from hitting a ball sitting still on a Tee to having one thrown at you for you to judge and hit, well, there is a learning curve! We started unofficial baseball practices with our team during the first week of August. The season started on September 11th. Boy Pop has come such a long way. He even got the game ball for most valuable/most improved player after our second game of the season! I think he’s really developing a talent for this sport.

But with day camp all summer (all outdoors) and tae kwon do twice per week, the two practices per week for baseball were definitely exhausting on all of us. And now we have games. But if he’s happy and loves it, it is all good.

I’ve been working, working, working, as has Dr Pop. My heart is not in it lately, though. Last year, we started working from home twice per week. It has made a huge difference in my attitude about this place. I can honestly say that I don’t think I could have made it here this long without the benefit of my work from home days. But lately I’m finding myself more and more stressed out. I don’t want to go to sleep at night because that means I’m closer to another day of work. My job is not difficult to do. My tasks are relatively simple and I get paid fairly well to do them. Not a lot is asked of me and I’m pretty much left to my own devices. But. There’s always a but, isn’t there? But there’s just something that is nagging at me. Some undeveloped feeling, something that I cannot quite put into words, something that is welling up inside me and makes me dread the work day.

I was telling Dr Pop about how stressed I am and he told me that I didn’t seem stressed and I didn’t really complain about work. And I don’t… Much. I try very hard to NOT complain about my day or bitch about my company’s daily doses of dumbassery and jackassery. It serves no purpose because at the end of the day, I’m home and I’m complacent in my role and my paycheck. I work just hard enough to get by and hit my number. I know what I need to do and how I need to do it. And while making significantly more money is appealing, the prospect of actually working harder for it is not (yes, I know I’m what’s wrong with people these days).

So here I sit. I’ve just completed my first rambling post in quite some time and I feel better for it. I need to get back into gear with my blogging.


Pitter Patter said...

in the words of wynona "don't wanna work real hard if it means i ain't livin'" there's a balance for all of us - can't help it if mine's heavy on the "livin" side :)

Mrs Pop said...

Oh, we are definitely "livin" down here... I just would prefer that my "livin" not include this lovely place I go to three days per week. ;)