I love and respect my Mom very much, and I could tell she really didn’t like my use of the word burnout in my post from Sunday.  So, since then I’ve been trying to think if there was a better word I could use for what I am feeling.
I looked it up in the dictionary via Google and here are the first two definitions:
burn·out
noun
the reduction of a fuel or substance to nothing through use or combustion. physical or mental collapse caused by overwork or stress.
I have run and run and run my little engine and I have not made sure I was giving myself enough fuel for the tasks. Â It doesn’t mean I couldn’t…it means I didn’t.
Isn’t that a Mom thing? We are giving to our kids, to our hubby and forgetting to take care of ourselves!  I can’t even begin to count the many times I have prepared a meal for my children and then walked away never even thinking about the fact that I hadn’t eaten anything myself.
When we fly, what does the flight attendant tell us to do in the case of loss of cabin pressure? Â We are to adjust our own masks before helping others around us (that would be our family). Â The unsaid message is that if you don’t take care of your mask first, you will not be in a position to help anyone.
Before school starts again next August, I need to come up with a plan that allows me to take in the fuel I need so my engine can go, go, go as I help my family. Â I need to look at what I do and decide what feeds me and what drains me. Â And, I have a feeling this is going to be an ongoing conversation I am having with myself!
That is a great way to look at it.