Whipped...

Trying to do it all rarely ends well. I simply, well, can't do it all. I can't. There. I said it...or typed it. 

Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?

I am not a person who doesn't know how to say no. I have learned time and again to say no...through some very painful and exhausting choices, but nevertheless, I learned.

Sometimes, though, I don't realize all that I'm scheduling...or trying to include. And then I have a day like today...and a day like last Friday...and a day like park day a month ago, where I'm taxiing kids all over North Texas and feeling incredibly frazzled, stressed, unhappy and possibly unpleasant to be around. 

And it is then that I realize, I still have the sickness sometimes...the sickness that says "You can have it all!" Or the sister thought "You can do it all!"

Let me assure you, you cannot have it all, and you cannot do it all. Not without it costing you something. There is always a price to pay. Something or someone will suffer. Either you or someone else. Sure, you can have a lot, and you can even do a lot...but trying to have it all will always cost you something. 

And today, it cost me, and I'm exhausted.

"Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28