1.30.2015

what is burnout?

This is the second in a series of posts on burnout.

Before we get started, I want to say that I'm so excited about the conversations this topic has sparked already! It also convinced my husband to plan the father-son weekend he's been thinking about. I'm so excited - for all the fun time they will have together, and all the quiet time I'll have (!).

To me, burnout is a fascinating topic and one that is so relevant. This week I want to talk about what burnout is and what causes it.

According to the Mayo Clinic, burnout is a feeling of "a state of physical, emotional or mental exhaustion combined with doubts about your competence and the value of your work." The term "burnout" seems to be largely associated with work in the occupational sense, but I see no reason why it doesn't also apply to the work of parenting, managing a household, and other domestic tasks.

Maslach and Leiter, in their 2008 article "Early Predictors of Job Burnout and Engagement" in Journal of Applied Psychology, list the following risk factors for burnout: lack of control, values conflict, insufficient reward, work overload, unfairness, and lack of community.

Sound familiar?

No control over your work? Check. A parent's life is not his/her own.

Insufficient reward or recognition? Absolutely. Although the slobbery kisses are wonderful, tasks like cooking a healthy dinner are largely unappreciated, and often scorned. Your reward is that you get to clean up that healthy dinner after it has been thrown on the floor.

Unfairness? Who doesn't feel like they are doing more than their fair share of the housework?

And work overload and lack of social interactions are pretty much the definition of "parenting."

Of course, it's a little too easy (and unfair) to pin the burnout blame on our children, who are small and needy, and whose understanding of reality and social norms is still developing. If you think about it, I'll bet you can come up with at least one adult who brings one or more of these elements to your life.

And, in fact, maybe some of the pressure that results in burnout comes from ourselves. I personally add the following stressors to my own mix:
  • Parenting guilt in all its many forms. Guilt about work while home with family. Guilt about family while at work. Guilt for taking a lunch break instead of eating at my desk so I can reduce childcare time. For me, this guilt drives the impulse to try to do to much, way more than I have the physical or emotional resources to handle.
  • Pressure to succeed in our careers. I feel some pressure or responsibility to succeed in my career, because I know that the women before us worked hard to get us the right to work, and I should appreciate it and take advantage of this opportunity. Leaving a job to raise a family, or even working reduced hours, doesn't fit in with today's model of a working mother who has it all: the beautiful, well-adjusted family and the successful career.
  • Taking on tasks I don't need to do. Working parents have a lot on their plate, but I tend to take on additional tasks I probably don't need to do. I clean our house instead of hiring someone to clean it for us. I cook dinner almost every night instead of ordering takeout. I clean or work on a craft project during almost every spare moment.   
  • Dual income. While we are lucky that, financially, my husband and I don't both have to work, we have decided for now that it is best if we do for the purpose of advancing our careers.

In the next post, we'll take a look at whether burnout is a problem or a fact of life, the health effects of burnout, and who is affected by it.

Your turn: What makes you feel burned out?

1.25.2015

interview with a 3-year-old

My son and I got out our Scattergories game the other day. I started asking him the actual questions from the game. Here are his answers (note that the requirement for all the words to start with the same letter was waived in our version):

Nicknames: Waneo.
Things that have spots: Spot the Dog.
Historical figures: Bumpa.
Terms of measurement: Measuring tape.
Items in this room: Toys.
Items in a catalog: Policeman.
School subjects: How to play.
Excuses for being late: "I won't do it next time."
Things that jump/bounce: Jumping castle.
Television stars: Daniel the Tiger.
Stones/gems: Big rocks by the river.
Musical instruments: Walkie talkie.
Sports: New Zealand.
Song titles: Santa Goes to Life.
Ethnic foods: Chicken nuggets.
Things you shout: "Don't go without meeee!"
A girl's name: Mama.
Ways to get from here to there: Hop on one leg / take the bus.
Notorious people: Stranger.
Bodies of water: Puddle.
Halloween costume: Policeman.

Then I turned it into an interview with questions I made up:
 
Q: How old are you?
A: Six.

Q: Favorite color?
A: Blue.

Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
A: A policeman.

Q: Favorite book?
A: Thomas the Train Lift the Flap book.

Q: Why is the sky blue?
A: Because it's the sky.

Q: What did you do yesterday? 
A: I don't know.

Q: Favorite thing to do outside?
A: Run in a race.

Q: Best friend?
A: Aunt Janet, Mama, Daddy.

Q: Who gives the best hugs?
A: Mama. [Honest! He really did say that!]


1.23.2015

all about the boots

Because you know I'm all about the boots,


 
'Bout the boots, no trainers
 

I'm all 'bout the boots, 'bout the boots, no trainers
 

I'm all 'bout the boots, 'bout the boots, no trainers


 I'm all 'bout the boots, 'bout the boots

Yeah, my momma she told me don't worry about your size
  

 She says, boys of all ages can wear boots and it's all right


Because I'm all about the boots, 'bout the boots...

1.20.2015

burnout

Let's talk about burnout. This is my story.

I normally keep a running list of blog post ideas in my queue. A few months ago, I took a look at my list and found:
  • Take a Break
  • Is This Parenting... or House Arrest?
I was walking around in a funk. Feeling like everything in my life - work, parenting, marriage, cooking dinner, cleaning the house - was weighing me down. Usually, writing blog posts energizes me, but seeing those depressing posts waiting to be written made me feel exhausted. I fantasized every single day about taking a "momcation," where I would spend an entire week doing nothing but sleeping, reading a book, and being alone. I just wanted to escape from everything. I realized something: I was burned out.

My days, especially work days, were jam-packed with chores and tasks and conspicuously devoid of "me" time. I raced from task to task, trying to get everything done as fast as humanly possible.  In the evenings, after I'd cooked dinner and cleaned up the kitchen and had time to play with my son, I would either play with him while surreptitiously cleaning up the room, or lie on the couch, too exhausted to do anything but count the minutes until it was time to get him ready for bed. If I snuck away to do something I have been wanting to do, like text a friend or download photos from my camera, I would be on edge, knowing that I was on borrowed time, and someone would soon interrupt me and demand that I do something for them.

I know this all sounds very selfish and immature. I mean, I'm a working parent. What do I expect? I have responsibilities. Plus, I tend to take on activities I don't need to. I could order pizza instead of cooking dinner every night, etc.

I don't know what a reasonable amount of freedom or personal time for a working parent to have is. I know there are many working parents out there who handle all of my daily challenges, and much more, with grace and cheerfulness. I wish I could be more like them. Instead, I often feel angry. Exhausted. Cranky. Empty. Dissatisfied. Alone. And I know that there are other parents out there feeling the same way.

Your turn: Have you ever felt burned out?


My son plays by himself...


...while I wait for bedtime

1.16.2015

are blogs for real?

There are some really great blogs out there. Blogs that inspire, motivate, create community, and move our hearts. I follow a few of them, like Cup of Jo and Hellobee. It's so nice to spend some time and just melt into someone else's beautiful world.

But then, sometimes, I look at my own imperfect life and wonder why it doesn't look like what I see on these blogs. The answer, obviously, is that blogs only show a small fraction of a life. Some bloggers intentionally only post the beautiful side of their lives, because they want to bring something lovely to others to enjoy. Similarly, I like to use this blog to share the joy, love, and fun of my family.

I find that I need to remind myself that everyone faces their challenges, just like me. Even Ashley Ann, who writes the most beautiful and uplifting posts on Under the Sycamore, and whose family is almost incomprehensibly loving, provides occasional hints about the personal challenges that she faces. I read a post recently where she celebrated the fact that her youngest daughter, who is roughly the same age as my son, had used a spoon for the first time. Her daughter is adopted and had cleft palate, which has been repaired. But even since the repair, eating has been a challenge, and her daughter has never used eating utensils. That must have been very, very difficult. But you would have a hard time finding any negativity in Ashley Ann's posts.

I admire these bloggers' commitment to sharing something lovely with the world. They certainly bring happiness and peace to my own life. But I also think that a dose of reality is sometimes important, like in this post. Over the next few weeks, I'm going to discuss some more difficult topics, including parenting burnout and work-life balance, because I think they are very important. I hope that you will join me in this conversation so that we can learn from each other. And don't worry - I plan to alternate these more difficult posts with the fun family stories and photos that I normally post, so that we don't get bogged down.

Are you ready??



1.13.2015

selfies

My son and I took some selfies the other day. I put the camera on a table, set it to take three photos at a time with the timer, and then let my son start it. He had a blast, so we took a ton. Here's what we got:



















1.08.2015

the benefits of living with a policeman

Guess who got a police discount at Dunkin' Donuts the other day? This guy:



Totally serious. Check it out.

1.06.2015

i couldn't get him to walk

I took my son for a hike the other day. Getting him to walk on the trail was like pulling teeth. I think he was tired. We walked about 50 yards on each of two trails, and then, since it was a cold day, I let him play in the water.






There was a path of logs for crossing the stream at one point. The first few times we crossed it, I held his hand, but then I let him try it himself. He spent quite a while carefully picking his way back and forth across it.

It was pretty challenging for him. But each time he made it across, he got the biggest smile on his face.




Then he went to work "sawing" on this pile of debris. He wanted to climb on top of it or work on it from inside, but I drew the line at that.


A boy. A stick. Water. Sand. Boots. The hike didn't go according to my plan, but it was the perfect outing with my son.

1.02.2015

getting groceries

Wow, my husband must have bought out the grocery store! I've never seen so many bags of groceries in our kitchen before.


Wait a minute...

Why are these bags filled with single rolls of paper towels? And food that I remember buying?


And who is that coming out of the pantry?? Hmm, it's all coming together now.