Every Single Day it Gets Done

I am having one of those weeks. This week I counted approximately 16 kids events on our calendar. This week I was also asked to work more hours to cover for a vacation. So I have been going in to work 2 hours early every day yet leaving multiple times per day to take kids to the doctors, pick kids up from school, go to open houses, etc., etc., etc.

I am getting home at 9:30pm from our last soccer game, only to realize I have 86 loads of laundry, no bread for school lunch the next day, we have not yet eaten dinner and I have not watered my vegetable garden.

I awoke to a fire alarm with a dying battery at 5am, went downstairs to retrieve a chair to reach said fire alarm, unplugged freaking fire alarm, removed dying battery... only to have it inexplicably keep beeping. Sadly, that fire alarm was somehow thrown out the front door and I was now charged with staying awake to be a human fire alarm because what type of mother could leave her kids asleep upstairs with no fire alarm?

I might as well go downstairs and change the litterbox since I can not remember the last time I changed it. Oh look, my cats were nice enough to bring a dead mouse in and leave me a gift. They are so thoughtful.

Damn, it's only Tuesday.

And my chore app looks like this:

Red? Red is bad. Really bad. Like my entire house needs a deep clean.

And I have not exercised in over a week.

Shit, I meant to go to that PTA meeting... the one 6th down on the list of events today.

I need a breather. So I took one. I had 15 minutes to spare after work so I went and sat by my pool. I can feel the anxiety creeping in. Every mother has it. You can not escape it. There are times when it's all just too much and I have a million things on my plate. How will I get my three kids three different places? How can I be at work all day when there are fifty things sitting undone at my house? If I miss one girls soccer game to attend the others softball game, will she hate me forever?

I take my life day by day. I make lists, lots of lists. I remake lists. I send reminders of these lists to the entire family. I check and double check that we are all on the same page. I utilize my village and ask for help when I can. I can't let the anxiety consume me. I know each day will pass, I will end up snuggled in my bed, my children sleeping soundly in theirs... and I will know we made it another day.

Somehow, it gets done. Every single day it gets done.