Jenga, Superwoman, and Playing in the Sand

I'm feeling lately that my life is a Jenga tower, one block pulled out of the wrong spot (one box left unchecked on the to-do list), and the whole thing is going to come tumbling down.

And Superwoman? Perhaps you've heard of her.

She's the wife who manages to keep the household humming providing an interesting variety of dinners each week, empty laundry baskets, dustless surfaces, clean toilets, sparkling mirrors, clutterfree kitchen counters, a well-stocked fridge, fresh sheets & towels, and homemade muffins for grab and go breakfasts each morning. Oh, the bills get paid and the dogs are fed, too.

She's the mama who's read all the right books so she can claim a good eater who sleeps at all the right times and never throws a tantrum. She keeps the blog steadily supplied with pictures and sweet notes about how the baby is growing and changing, sends birthday cards on time and thank you notes too. Her email inbox is always empty because she's so good at replying in a timely manner, and she never neglects to return a phone call.

Somewhere amidst all this is the creative soul who reads for fun and some learning too, sets her alarm early enough to write every morning, knits a row here and there on the baby blanket she started a year ago for a friend's shower (except she's only halfway done & the baby will be one in December), and dabbles a little in Photoshop recording her family's story in words and pictures.

My hand can only push & pull these blocks for so long before the tower begins to teeter. I can be Superwoman for a day, a week, a month maybe, until I turn around and see my cape all in tatters.

I need a break. It's way past time to bury the cape and let those blocks fall where they may.

I'll be out back playing in the sand...

doing a little digging,
a little sifting,
a little rebuilding...

pursuing JOY.