Jaibee challenge Day 2
Kasia December 23rd, 2008
Day 2 (T minus 32 days and counting) of the Jaibee Challenge. What shall I tell you about the Canuck today that I really appreciate?
Here’s one: I really love and appreciate that (a) he keeps me grounded, but (b) he doesn’t freak out when I’m scattered.
Let me ’splain…no, there is too much. Let me sum up.
I’ve got this bad habit of overcommitting myself and then flying from place to place, never getting everything done and not doing anything as well as it deserves. It’s something I learned from my mother, and it’s reinforced by an unfortunate quote of Don Bosco’s that I love: “First tell the Devil to rest, and then I will.”
But you can see how, in my case, that translates into a bad habit. Don Bosco was either much more industrious than I am (entirely possible), much more disciplined than I am (entirely probable), and/or much more organized than I am (again, very probable). And maybe his guardian angel picked up some slack or something. I dunno. But I’m not him.
Canuck keeps me honest in this area. I can always count on him to give me a reality check. It sounds something like this:
CANUCK: “Honey, are you sure you can handle all this?”
CLAM: “What?! Of course! I’ve got it covered – I just have to do this, this, this and this – oh, and stop here on my way to thus-and-such – and I should really throw a load of laundry in, because I’m out of clean underpants and I don’t want to start wearing dirty ones or going commando [insert a brief flicker of a leer on Canuck's face at the latter thought] – but it’s good. I’m good. I’ve got it handled.
“…but you know, tomorrow I promised to do that thing for So-and-So, and I’ve got Catechism too, so it’s going to be pretty tight getting all that done, and when am I going to have time to move the laundry along? Ack! I need more hours in the day!!!”
CANUCK: [gently, and not making any sudden movements] “You know…Sweetie…I know you really want to do all of that, but…”
…and before you know it, my week has been chopped down into manageable bites, I am crossing the unnecessary items off my to-do list (like do I really need to be baking my own bread when I’m running out of underwear?), and everything suddenly is, if not hunky-dory, at least a lot better than it was before I talked to him.
In other words: he keeps me sane. Saner, anyway.
I love you, Sweetie!
Cindy, spastically overcommitted and perennially distracted? Never . . .
Especially not around the holidays. :-p
“OK, boys and girls! It’s time for the Annual Mom Freak-Out Spazz Attack!!!”