Some days, life cruises by you when you are still trying to figure out what exactly went swooshing by. Some weekends are gone in a flash. Like this one. I had about a million things to do. Work, go with my son to watch him play, volunteer a little bit, visit a friend recovering from surgery, do some shopping to get the house ready for March, my best friend's visit, cook lunch, complete a bunch of assignments that I had agreed to complete.
And its almost 11:15 Sunday night. I am still trying to finish up my work. But not focusing. Too distracted. Life seems sometimes so taken for granted in all aspects. I hadn't called my parents this evening, neither my sister nor my friend. Cousin yes. he tried to explain forgetting something special...we all understand. Like I said, between running around and sick kids, life swooshes by. Its OK. As long as we care.
Hadn't washed any of the cloths from all the three laundry baskets. All three of them overflowing with cloths that need washing. Hadn't planned any of the weeknight's meal or shopped for fresh veggies. (Well stocked up of frozen veggies, so they'll come in handy). We have no apples or bananas.
We drove about 250 to 300 miles this week end only, for the practices, games, scouting and volunteering. I called a few of my friends here. Visited a couple between practices and driving back home.
I didn't make time to exercise this weekend. We ate an entire day of fast food yeaterday. No veggies involved... We shopped for another round of shoes and cloths for kids. In a few hours, the morning will be here. Another week of rushing and running.
Am I taking life for granted? How long am I going to run around like this taking my parents and my immediate family for granted? Letting other folks I care about, including my kids to take me for granted?
Where is the mutual-ness (is there a word like this?) in everything? The sharing, caring and support - am I taking that too for granted?
And its almost 11:15 Sunday night. I am still trying to finish up my work. But not focusing. Too distracted. Life seems sometimes so taken for granted in all aspects. I hadn't called my parents this evening, neither my sister nor my friend. Cousin yes. he tried to explain forgetting something special...we all understand. Like I said, between running around and sick kids, life swooshes by. Its OK. As long as we care.
Hadn't washed any of the cloths from all the three laundry baskets. All three of them overflowing with cloths that need washing. Hadn't planned any of the weeknight's meal or shopped for fresh veggies. (Well stocked up of frozen veggies, so they'll come in handy). We have no apples or bananas.
We drove about 250 to 300 miles this week end only, for the practices, games, scouting and volunteering. I called a few of my friends here. Visited a couple between practices and driving back home.
I didn't make time to exercise this weekend. We ate an entire day of fast food yeaterday. No veggies involved... We shopped for another round of shoes and cloths for kids. In a few hours, the morning will be here. Another week of rushing and running.
Am I taking life for granted? How long am I going to run around like this taking my parents and my immediate family for granted? Letting other folks I care about, including my kids to take me for granted?
Where is the mutual-ness (is there a word like this?) in everything? The sharing, caring and support - am I taking that too for granted?
