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I LOVE These Things: My Confession…I’m A Whiner

I LOVE THESE THINGS

“Kel, why have you been wandering around Target for the last two hours in the middle of the day?”

My best friend called me on Tuesday afternoon. It was 73 degrees and sunny in Minneapolis (where she lives) and she was calling to tell me that she wished we lived closer because we could have a Happy Hour beverage outside on such a glorious March day.

It might have been the tone in my voice when I answered the phone. Or maybe, because she has been my best friend for 20+ years, she has spidey-senses and just KNOWS when something is wrong. But her question to me wasn’t really a question, but a concerned statement.

My answer…

“I don’t know. I just had to get away. I’m not sure what I’m doing. I’m burnt out.”

And that was the truth. I’m burnt out.

Burnt out on dealing with my oldest child about school.

WHAT IS IT ABOUT MIDDLE SCHOOLERS THAT MAKES THEM LOSE THEIR BRAINS?

Burnt out with being a mom.

WHAT PART OF “NO” DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND? AND CAN’T THEY FILTER…I DON’T NEED TO KNOW EVERY THOUGHT…ESPECIALLY ABOUT UNICORNS AND SOME STUPID SHOW ON CARTOON NETWORK.

Burnt out on being PTA President.

WHY CAN’T SCHOOLS RUN LIKE BUSINESSES?

Burnt out with being a wife.

SEX? SERIOUSLY? I JUST WANT TO WATCH HOUSE OF CARDS AND WATCH KEVIN SPACEY SCREW OVER PEOPLE.

Burnt out on a being a business owner.

AWESOME. SO THERE IS SOME NEW SOFTWARE I GET TO LEARN ABOUT WHEN I JUST LEARNED ABOUT DIFFERENT SOFTWARE LAST MONTH. TIME WELL SPENT. OH…AND I SHOULD PROBABLY WRITE A BLOG POST.

Burnt out on SHIT not working.

THANK YOU SUREWEST FOR NOT HAVING INTERNET SERVICE FOR THE LAST FOUR DAYS. AND YOUR CUSTOMER SUPPORT WAS AS HELPFUL AS TITS ON A HOUND.

And here is the deal…even though I feel burnt out, I also realize I’m being a complete whiner.

I have no room to lament and complain. My kids are healthy. I live in a wonderful house. I have food in the refrigerator. I don’t have Afrikan Warlords trying to burn down my village and genocide me. Compared to about 90% of the world’s population, my complaints are CRAP.

Yet, I feel empty.

So, after the call ended, I decided to get out of my head and my pity party and get “filled up”.

How? Well, I’m glad you asked.

My dear friend Kristen posted on her Facebook Page that she had just done a volunteer stint at KCCK Chef. (You may remember it from UPWORTHY … it’s a soup kitchen that disguises itself as a restaurant in Kansas City.) It was such a great experience for her, she decided to do it weekly and wanted to put together a recurring “team” of people.

Call it a God Moment or Fate or Whatever…but I signed up.

My first shift is March 28th.

I’ll let you know how it goes, but all I can say is that I’m giddy. I’m ready to serve. I’m ready to get over myself and my lame as complaints. I’m ready to be humbled. To do something that isn’t about me or my family. To be uncomfortable. To be present and not online. To be unplugged. To be connected.

But most of all, to be filled.

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