Late last night, I returned home from a lacrosse practice with the Redshirts 2019 team. I was very frustrated … with myself.
I walked in the door, and went straight upstairs. Noah was already asleep. Luke was asleep. Eden already in bed, about asleep. Liz and Maggie were finishing their showers and headed to bed.
This is the first week of school. First days of Kindergarten for Maggie. First days of middle school for Elizabeth. So much I want to celebrate with them, or at least ask them about.
Over the weekend, Maggie and Noah and I got workbooks, intending that we would work on these workbooks throughout the school year.
But, I have been terribly busy these past three days, with lacrosse, with field hockey, with work. And the thing that is most important to me, the thing that is my number 1 priority, my family, has suffered. And, I’ve suffered because I am missing it, and I don’t want to. They have been asleep and in bed the last 3 nights and I have spent zero time with any of them.
Marcia was very upset with me last night. She asked me one thing, “Is it worth it?”
For all of the extra stuff I do, especially with sports, I have never made a dime. I do it for the love of it, and because I think I can make a difference. But it doesn’t benefit our family. In fact, all of this work has only caused my family stress.
And so I am frustrated … with myself.







