I like having work to do. Time goes faster and as I’ve started back at work this past year, I’ve enjoyed the way that I get excited about the things that used to excite me professionally. I thrive on days that pass quickly because it seems I jump from one thing to the next. I feel like I get things accomplished that way. I feel useful. We’ve established I was never very good at being a stay-at-home-mom. I feel like all I ever really excelled at was finding an excuse to leave the house and go shopping, or waste time on the Internet. It’s just not me. But lately, I’ve let ‘useful‘ become ‘busy‘. And there’s a problem with ‘busy’ Busy is when you run around all day but never feel accomplished. Busy is when you keep adding to the list of things you’ll do ‘when you have a minute’. But you know deep down that minute is never going to come.. Busy isn’t useful, it’s tired. This morning I had a day off and as I checked over the list in my head of things I needed to get done, I realized I still hadn’t called my son’s caseworker back, even though she called late last week. I realized now I was the mom who was so busy being a caseworker I wasn’t allowing a caseworker to help me be a mom. When does that line get crossed? That line between productive and frantic? Is it that first day you can’t return the phone call? …
