busy, busy, dreadfully busy

Anyone seen Veggie Tales?  When Hannah and Chloe were little Veggie Tales was the thing to watch.  I remember eagerly waiting for the next episode to make it's way out on VHS.  Yes, VHS.  Now, all those beat up tapes are sitting in my garage, priced at 25cents, hoping to find their way from my home to someone with a vcr.

Anyways, this is not a Veggie Tales memorial post.  It is about a song on Veggie Tales that unfortunately describes my life.  I was simply going to title my post busy, but as soon as I typed b.u.s.y---this chorus came into my head.

I'm busy, busy, dreadfully busy
You've no idea what I have to do.
Busy, busy, shockingly busy
Much, much too busy for you.


(For those of you wondering this chorus came from the Veggie Tales story where they retold The Good Samaritan. The busy chorus? From the first visitors to the injured man. I mean pickle. Wait--I mean cucumber.)

I was intending on writing a sob story of how I was too busy.  I was going to whine about all the stuff I just have to get done -- garage sale set-up, ballet recital prep, cleaning, laundry, yardwork, you know -- that stuff.  Then that chorus rang in my head.  And I realized that I was subconsciously singing those words to my family.

I'm busy guys
Can't you see?
That book will have to wait.
Your fun game -- too.
Now, just behave
 (doing whatever and without direction)
So that I can be busy.
Dreadfully busy.
And sorry, right now, it's not really about you.

The reality of my forced sense of busy stung like salt in an open wound.  Where were my boundaries?  Where  was my priority?  Granted, all the stuff that I was busy with was for our family, yet it was taking away from our family.  So today, as I'm typing my blog post --which is nothing like what I had in my mind -- I'm planning my day with a different theme.  With my family's needs first.  Instead of trying to show them how busy I am with stuff -- I'm intending to show them how they, my blessed family, gets my first attention.  Not second.  Or at least not the irritated attention that comes from being interrupted.


It's interesting how blogging shows me what needs to change.  For that, I'm grateful.  So I'm off to read some stories, play some Littlest Pet Shop Monopoly, price some garage sale stuff -- with a different attitude -- even with busy I can be loving, kind, and grateful, make some dinner, play some soccer.  You know, do life.



Life

grateful.

She looks well to the ways of her household...
Proverbs 31:27