Thursday, July 14, 2011

Bigger Picture Moment: Tyranny of the Urgent

I have a headache.

I have a headache, and the children are melting down.

I have a headache, and the children are melting down, and it's lunch time.

I have a headache, and the children are melting down BECAUSE it's lunch time.

I have a headache, and the children are melting down BECAUSE it's lunch time. And there's a giant turd on the floor {no, I'm not kidding}.

I have a headache, and the children are melting down BECAUSE it's lunch time. And there's a giant turd on the floor {no, I'm not kidding}. Now I have no appetite.

I have a headache, and the children are melting down BECAUSE it's lunch time. And there's a giant turd on the floor {and oh, how I wish I were kidding} because now I have no appetite. And I get a good glimpse of my chipped toenail polish.

I have a headache, and the children are melting down BECAUSE it's lunch time. And there was a giant turd on the floor {and oh, how I wish I were kidding} because now I have no appetite. And I get a good glimpse of my chipped toenail polish, and I'm reminded of my overgrown bangs draping over my eyes, blocking my view.

I have a headache, and the children are melting down BECAUSE it's lunch time. And there was a giant turd on the floor {and oh, how I wish I were kidding} because now I have no appetite. And I get a good glimpse of my chipped toenail polish, and I'm reminded of my overgrown bangs draping over my eyes, blocking my view because I'm leaving for the Midwest Media Moms Brands and Bloggers Summitt Saturday morning.

I have a headache, and the children are melting down BECAUSE it's lunch time. And there was a giant turd on the floor {and oh, how I wish I were kidding} because now I have no appetite. And I get a good glimpse of my chipped toenail polish, and I'm reminded of my overgrown bangs draping over my eyes, blocking my view because I'm leaving for the Midwest Media Moms Brands and Bloggers Summitt Saturday morning AND {crap!} I still don't have business cards.

I have a headache, and the children are simmering from the meltdown while eating lunch. And there was a giant turd on the floor {and oh, how I wish I were kidding} because still I have no appetite. And I get a good glimpse of my chipped toenail polish, and I'm reminded of my overgrown bangs draping over my eyes, blocking my view because I'm leaving for the Midwest Media Moms Brands and Bloggers Summitt Saturday morning AND {crap!} I still don't have business cards nor will I have time to remedy most of this because we are scheduled to the max through the weekend.


OY!!! I unknowingly exlaim outloud.


Both kids abandon eating, stare at me.

"What's wrong mommy?" G asks, eyes scanning my face for hints of distress.

Just as I'm about to list off all of the thoughts sumo wrestling inside my brain, I'm struck by his compassion, the concern written across his face.

And I'm reminded, today, Thursday, a day I'm having trouble finding the bigger picture amid this busy and chaotic week, that none of those listed things -- the chipped toenail polish, the newly untamed bangs, the turd on the floor, the headache, the business cards -- are all that important. Rather, they are really just teeny tiny concerns that have been magnified by a brain in overdrive.

But the two priorities staring me squarely in the face are real and larger than life and so much more worthy of my immediate attention.

Simple BPM

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