A Spring Cleanup of my Life

I’m tired.  That’s not an unusual symptom in America these days, but I find it’s always helpful to acknowledge where I am (as opposed to pretending I’m somewhere else, like on a beach in Tahiti).  For the past few weeks, I wake up every day thinking about how tired I am.  I drag myself out of bed, caffeinate myself with 2 cups of tea (for years I’ve been a one cup of tea kind of girl–these days I rarely start a day without 2 back-to-back, microwaving them to reheat as they cool quickly during my morning kid-prep rituals), feed the kids, send one (or both) kids off to school, and then I tackle the day.  Over the years I’ve become pretty adept at powering through exhaustion and from a young age I adopted “get busy and get working” as a survival mechanism to carry me forward in life.

In the past, I’ve often pushed ahead blindly at manic speed, adding more and more to my plate, staying up later and later, burning every candle in my cupboard down to the quick.   And then came either the complete breakdown in physical health (you know you’re in rough shape when you overhear the ER nurse describing your case of poison ivy with “I’ve never seen anything like that before”) or the emotional crash and burn where my husband starts making some very strong suggestions about ways to reclaim my sanity and mental well-being (“Danielle, I think it’s time you go back to Landmark and take a seminar.”)

Whenever I have to fill out a health history with a new doctor I call up my parents to refresh myself on our family “conditions.”  We’ve got some of the typical physical medical conditions you’d expect (cancer here, diabetes there), but the ones that dominate our family tree are mental health issues and addiction.  I’ve grown up with the gift of knowing this, and it’s provided a certain lens for me to consider my life, behaviors and habits through.

Over the years I’ve learned that I can’t let myself spiral too far down any path without checking in–with myself, with my husband, with my “people” who help me stay accountable.  And as I write that, I’m also clear that sometimes I DO let myself spiral a bit too much.  I go unconscious, I become obsessed with to-do lists (and checking things off of them, is there anything more gratifying in life than that I ask you?!), I get busier and busier and busier…until I crash.  My game these days is to try to catch it before I go too far down the rabbit hole or swing too far on the pendulum that I can’t contain the fallout.

So, enter April 6, 2015.  I’m freaking tired.  I wake up and my eyes hurt and they just want to close again.  Yet I find myself awake till well after midnight many nights, trying to squeeze it all in and make it all happen and validating this behavior by checking things off my damn lists.  Oh the joy I find when I get to place that list in the recycle bin, completed (or transferred to a new and fresh list!) and no longer needed.

Being the inquisitive human that I am, when the exhaustion starts to become recurrent, I begin asking questions (both consciously and unconsciously) like “what’s wrong with me?”; “what’s wrong with my life?”; “how long can I keep this up?”; and “how many weeks til I get to lie on the beach in Cabo?”  I start to think about how much easier it will all get when my mom moves up here in a couple of months (an extra set of hands and eyes and ears!), and when the kids both start school full time in September, and when I get my new (used) iPhone that will actually connect to my home wifi and allow me to download my school videos and content so I can watch them in those 5 and 10 minute pockets of time that pepper my days.  And as my throat starts to ache and my husband goes down with a bad head cold (unusual for him) and I hear about friend after friend dealing with Winter 2015 illnesses that just won’t end, I realize I’m heading down the rabbit hole again, and I’m pretty sure that the prize I think is at the bottom (could it be…EVERYTHING checked off the to-do lists, NEVER to return?!?) is not actually there.  Instead I will find the cheshire cat grinning at me in that unnerving way and our conversation will go something like this:

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
― Lewis CarrollAlice in Wonderland

What I think I’m seeing is that this week is my crash week.  Mercifully it’s been a softer landing than some crashes of my past.  I woke up Monday with my eyes burning and a nap on the brain (I RARELY nap).  I had just finished weeks of tax prep (love me a good deadline to keep me focused!) and knew I had a little wiggle room to decompress.  Monday is one of two days Cooper’s in preschool, and I didn’t have any commitments or appointments until noon.  I blissfully crawled back into bed after driving Cooper to school and rested my eyes for about 90 minutes.  Although I never really slept, I woke up feeling better than I had in weeks.  Tuesday was another crazy day, lots of errands (doctor visit, blood draws and voting, oh my!) peppered with some fun (lunch with Tricia, a stop at Pepe’s work and a visit to the McDonald’s play place, culminating in a parent/big brother share day at Cooper’s music class).  Wednesday was another chill day, and this time Cooper joined me (I think he needed the down time too).  Thursday–crazy.  Friday–chill.  As Cooper’s pals on Team Umizoomi would ask, do you see the pattern?

When I get a little bit of down time, I can actually reflect on the madness instead of just living it, powering through, and manically creating my lists.  What I’ve realized this week is that the last 5 weeks or so of my life have been like the start of a giant spring cleaning campaign.  Some of it has certainly been directed at my home and physical space, and some of it has been directed at the structures in my life that need to shift as we transition into a different phase of life.  If I look further back, I can see that this energy of “taking things on that I’ve neglected for years” started at some point for me in spring 2014.  What I finally did 5 weeks ago was physically open up more time and space in my life to actually address the items that I’ve ignored.  Part of that opening came from leaving my part-time job to go back to school.  When I chose to go back to school to get certified as a health & wellness coach, I chose to finally honor myself by following my passion in life, and all the “side projects” that have kept me up late at night now get to be central stage.  I also know that pushing alcohol out of my life for 2015 has created a sometimes surprising space of productivity and accomplishment.  It has forced me out of a default mode (i.e. when I put on my apron to cook a nice dinner I pour a glass of wine) into a more conscious state of living.  I knew it would, I just didn’t realize all the corners of my life it would touch.

Just like all other moments in a long life, I know that this phase too shall pass.  There will come a day when every room in my house feels like it’s some form of “done” and I will be caught up on my finances monthly and my email inbox will not feel like it deserves it’s own zip code.  And probably when those things happen I will have other things falling apart at the seams.  Such is life, in all its glory.

We prefer to meet our Easter bunnies in back alleys.

We prefer to meet our Easter bunnies in back alleys.

Coops and Lady just hanging out with the dust bunnies.

Coops and Lady just hanging out with the dust bunnies under my bed.

Cooper is so proud to hold his little cousin Kenadee!

Cooper is so proud to hold his little cousin Kenadee!

These 2 have gotten along amazingly well from the beginning...and how cute is that bum?!

These 2 have gotten along amazingly well from the beginning…and how cute is that bum?!


About Natural Mama Notes

4.4.2020 I started this blog in September 2014. It was a 38th birthday gift to myself, a fulfillment of a long-held wish to share my perspective on the world. After a breast cancer diagnosis in June 2017, I used my blog to share details of the alternate reality I was experiencing. In September 2017 I used this space to share the trauma and healing of my son, who was diagnosed with PANDAS in May of that year. PANDAS is when a strep infection triggers neuropsychiatric disorders. I completed cancer treatment in December 2018, and haven’t written much since. I felt the need to withdraw as part of my healing process. I deactivated my Facebook account, barely viewed other social media. I’m still hesitant about stepping back out there, but I’m feeling the pull. We’re in a global crisis, and the news is dire. If I can add some levity or a more positive perspective with my writing, that is my hope right now. May you find the gems amongst the rubble.
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3 Responses to A Spring Cleanup of my Life

  1. Sandy Medeiros says:

    I just finished a two day bender of Spring Cleaning (house first,then mental and physical) and finished with my reward being reading this. I’m not a mom and can’t imagine how many more hats one can have but this really hit at the heart strings! So great D! I love, love, love the Alice in Wonderland excerpt! xo


  2. Thanks Sandy!! I have a slight obssession with Alice (what little girl of our generation didn’t?) and so often feel like I’ve stepped through the looking glass!


  3. I bet your house is super clean. 😉


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