I, like everyone else on the planet, have a lot going on.
The other day? I was telling someone in my life what I had going on. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Man, I'm tired.
Other person: I'm tired too.
Me: I was up until midnight working on a project.
OP: I got up at 4am to finish cupcakes for my child's class.
Me: I'm mostly tired because I worked out for an hour and a half after working 9 hours yesterday. *yawn*
OP: Well, I work ALL DAY EVERY DAY because I'm a mom.
Me: Yes, I know. I'm a mom too.
OP: But I stay HOME with my kids. It's all the time! You at least send your kids to school! I homeschool!
Me: That must be hard.
OP: AND! I drive my children to piano THREE TIMES A MONTH! I'm exhausted!
Me, getting in the spirit of it because, apparently, I'm twelve: Well, I work full-time and blog and I'm writing a book and I'm promoting another book AND I work part-time blogging for my company AND I work out four or five times a week AND I freelance AND I'm...
OP: I GO TO CHURCH ON WEDNESDAY NIGHTS!
It could have went on. Mercifully, I had something else to do, so I had to end the conversation.
(And see? I win! I had something else to do EVEN WHEN HAVING A CONVERSATION ABOUT HOW BUSY I AM!)
(Also? Apparently I'm a douche)
It's not just women I have this kind of conversation with and it's not just about parenting. Everybody wants you to know that THEY ARE BUSY BY GOD and no matter what you have going on THEY ARE FAR BUSIER THAN YOU.
I'm guilty too.
What I don't understand is why. Why do I care what anyone else does? Why does anyone care what I have going on?
WHY IS BEING BUSY AND STRESSED OUT SOMETHING VALUED?
Cause I don't know about you, but I really freaking hate being so busy and stressed out all the time. My life would be a whole lot easier if I didn't have twelve jobs and a big ass. Why do I act like it's something to be proud of?
Being so tired you almost fall asleep at the wheel of your vehicle doesn't sound like something you strive to attain. Am I right?