Marking the time and the Batmobile

I'm trying to find a way to fit all the "shoulds" and "wants" and "needs" into this one wild life I've been given.

Holy busy-days Batman.

I have three children. And while they are teens and a tween, they still need a mom. Kind of a lot, really kind of more than I had expected before I got here. Love it, really I do love the prickly tricky parenting in this stage, but there's no pass on mom time. For sure.

I have a dear husband whom I like, and like to spend time with. And he travels an awful lot now. So when he's here I want to drop everything and see him and when he's gone I'm the adult carrying the whole parent bag. Tricky transitions Batman.

I have a little dog. Oh, that! Yes it's like having a little child but psssssht. I love that! Next.

I have a job that is like a little glass of water. Have you ever accidentally spilled a small glass of water on the kitchen table? Isn't it amazing how that little bit of water SPREADS out so far and wide? Being a Religious Educator is like that. It could fit in a tidy small jelly jar, but if it spills out---whhhoooo boy, holy take-over-your-life Batman!

I'm getting older. I'm getting older and older and older--it happens EVERY DAY! How about that? But here's the best part: with the turkey neck and the permo wrinkles comes some

w i s d o m.

Just a little. But I'm liking that part. Holy sage-ing Batman.

Here is how I'm coming to mark the time. To find the spaces, the breathing room:

**Friday night is homemeade pizza night. Just is, bring a friend. Try hot dog pizza, have some fun.

**Sunday night is "out to dinner" night.

**After office hours on Friday I have a rule: NO MORE WORK UNTIL SUNDAY MORNING! No running around for craft supplies on Saturday. No writing the song that would just be perfect on Saturday afternoon. No learning guitar parts--if it's not learned by Thursday evening it's gonna be a Capella. Take a day off. Off. Off!

**I go for a walk every morning. Get up early. Go. yes.

**And I write. Everyday. Just write. Yep.

When we come to expect these spaces, the rest of it all just breathes a little easier. It is all good, all fine. All love and life. Holy gratitude Batman. And now......to the BATMOBILE!

Happy Holiday Weekend!