I Could Do So Much More When I Was Younger

Today is Monday. That means that it is my last day of my 2 days off from my J.O.B. Which means that I have 101 things to do, before I go back to work. On Sundays, my first day off from my J.O.B., I usually spend time with friends and family. And hopefully get some rest in there somewhere. (Reference the Bible and the whole "Honor the Sabbath" thing:)
But Mondays, well they are a different story. It's all hands on deck: Hit the ground runnin': Go Fight Win! Just thinking about it all paralyzes me into inaction, because I don't know where to start. I have the laundry to catch up on, the house to clean (dishes, tubs and toilets, floors, windows, my son's room (Ugg!) There are meals to be made (I try to cook on this day, because I feel guilty that I don't always feel like cooking after work during the week), which leads to more cleaning. My business needs it own dose of attention: Follow up calls to make, motivation calls or emails to my team, and going through the mountain off paper work on my desk. All of this while listening to my youngest son ramble about all the things that are important to him: Video games, cartoons, and "what if aliens ate our pet bunny?" I try to pay attention, but as all mothers know, it is not always easy:) And then there is the grown child in my life, my husband, who demands that I pay attention to him also. Guess what my boss did today, he'll say. And on, and on about what ever else happened to him at work (most of which I do not understand). I also need to get out and talk to people about my product. Where will I go today? What will I say, and how will I say it? Will they like it? Will I get orders? Yes, today is indeed a BUSY day.
A few years ago I would have went through all of this and begged for more...but that was then, this is now. I am typing this blog as an escape from all that is to come. It's the calm before the storm. But, my brain is already sending signals to my body, that say "you are done", "aren't you tired, arms and legs, don't you want to rest", "how about a nap? that would be good". Lord give me strength! I am only 40ish. I can just imagine how pitiful I will be at 50ish! Well, enough procrastinating....look out Monday, here I come! Like a turtle out of the starting gate;)