Michael recently saved me from myself again.
The school year had started. I was doing that thing where you think if you just sort of step up your game a little, you can add some major new responsibilities to your life and everything will work out just fine.
I thought I could keep up with my summer flurry of activity on my blog and podcast. Even though, mind you, I had lost nearly all of my sweet weekly mother’s helpers, as well as my siblings-on-summer-break babysitting. I thought I could add an hour-round-trip carpool to my son’s school and then homeschooling my daughter to my daily schedule, over and above my normal housework and homemaking responsibilities.
I was getting up at 4a.m. to do blog work and pray and meal plan and make school lunches and prep my homeschool day. I had every single hour of the week dedicated to something on my to-do list. I was a zombie by 3pm every day. I went to bed teary and exhausted every night.
I kept up with this ultra-ambitious schedule, more or less, for a couple of weeks. Then, Michael said one night out of the blue, “You can’t keep doing this. You’re exhausted.”
It wasn’t working out just fine, and Michael called me out on it.
I took a self-righteous swim in denial for an hour or so. Then, something inside of me just…relaxed.
I needed my husband to say something. I needed permission to step back. I needed my husband to save me from myself.
Not all damsels in distress know they’re in distress. I think that we damsels often think that distress is just our lot–that our extremely busy schedules, paralyzing guilt, or self-imposed pressure to do or be something–is “just part of being a blogger ” or “just part of motherhood” or “just part of my job.”
Sometimes, it is an act of bravery for our husbands to attempt to rescue their damsel when she’s acting crazy. Trust me, Michael knew I was shooting mental daggers at him during my aforementioned swim in the waters of denial. But saving me is part of my husband’s God-given job description. I need to try and be humble enough to take these kinds of interventions seriously.
These past few weeks, my daily to-do list is much more manageable. I’ve been less stressed and more present to my family. (Michael just read this and told me that he heartily agrees.:)
When has your husband saved you from yourself? In what areas of your life do you think it’s time to ask his opinion on what is best for you?
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I have a little present for all of you. I’ve had several family members and friends over the past couple of years ask me to email them my daily to-do list. It’s a one-page Word document that I print out a week at a time and clip onto my refrigerator. I fill out a new sheet every morning with what I need to get done that day, and I check things off as I move through the day. It’s nothing fancy–just something that helps me stay organized and prioritized. And it’s black and white, because (a) we don’t have a color printer and (b) I don’t want to waste money printing a daily to-do list in color anyway. 🙂
Just click on the link below to download my daily to-do sheet in a Word document. Feel free to customize the layout to what categories suit you and your family’s needs. Enjoy, and God bless!