Showing posts with label burnout. Show all posts
Showing posts with label burnout. Show all posts

3.08.2015

chores i'm not doing

I'm beginning to acknowledge and accept what I can and cannot do. Part of that is accepting that my house will only be presentable when visitors are expected (and sometimes not even then). Here are some things I'm NOT doing around the house these days:
  • Cleaning the master bath shower more than twice a year (the guest bathtub gets cleaned four times a year - i.e., right before each visit from my parents)
  • Cleaning the toilets (hubby is in charge of that)
  • Making my son's bed
  • Giving my son a bath more than once or twice a week (sorry, bud. When you're grown up and have kids of your own, you can shower more frequently if you want. Like three times a week.)
  • Taking out the recycling (my son has become obsessed with this task, so I have whole-heartedly turned it over to him)
  • Shaving my legs above the knee
  • Cleaning up these videos. Every time I put them on the shelf where they belong, they are back on the table within minutes.
  • Pulling weeds.

While I was outside taking photos of the weeds but not pulling them, I took the opportunity to enjoy how beautiful the flowers are right now. These tall pink ones are wildflowers ("penstemon", for those gardening buffs) that grow in our yard every year. I love them. And they're so easy! They just pop up in the spring and don't need to be watered. I let them die and dry out, then shake the seeds all over the ground when I finally get around to trimming them a few months later. That's my kind of gardening.


More flowers. I don't remember the name of this one, but it's one I paid money for, and it's surviving!



Society garlic. One of my new favorites. I love the purple flowers and that it's more bunny-resistant than my rain lilies are were.


Your turn: what chores do you not do? 

2.06.2015

my weekend alone

I mentioned that my husband was planning a father-son trip. Well, it happened! They headed out for two nights and I stayed home. All. By. Myself. Here's how it went.

Thursday: After work, I went to a friend's house and played with her super-cute, super-smiley baby while we chatted. Then I went home and heated up my dinner. My husband and son called, and I chatted with them on the phone for a few minutes. Missed them. Ate dinner while watching a movie (!). After dinner, wished they were here, although did enjoy watching a whole movie in one evening. The house was so quiet and dark. Snuggled with my husband's pillow when I went to sleep at 9:30 pm.

Friday: Woke up at 4:45 am (have been doing this all week, no need to stop now, says my body). Got up at 5:15 am. Took sheets off all the beds and started a load of laundry. Collected the trash. Dark outside. So quiet in the house, no one to talk to. Really missing the guys. At 5:30 am, made myself lie on the couch and read this book I've been totally obsessed with. Found myself listening for sounds of my son waking up and joining me. We usually read together in the early morning. At 6:30 am, finished last page of book. Still dark outside. Wondered what I was going to do all day.

Made and ate breakfast. More laundry. Spent an hour (an hour!) looking through this new cookbook that I borrowed from the library and made grocery list. Got groceries. Got text from hubby that I could watch as many episodes of Burn Notice as I wanted without him. (You can probably guess how the rest of the day went.) Did take a few breaks from watching to play piano, download photos from camera, and work on anniversary gift for hubby. Didn't leave the house again, but did have the windows open for fresh air. Tried to nap to make up for early morning start, but was unsuccessful as apparently hadn't expended enough calories.

Found myself relaxing more as the day progressed. Even found myself completely filled with happiness at one point as I was eating an apple, watching Burn Notice, and feeling nice breeze/hearing outdoor noises through screen door.

Saturday: woke up at 5:00 am. Got up at 6:00. Not impressed with ability to sleep in. Today felt like more free time than I needed. Missed the guys quite a bit. Rattled around the house. Did more laundry, read, and met a neighbor to play piano duets. After lunch, hopped in the car and met up with the guys. It was so great to see them! Hugs and kisses galore.

Overall thoughts: It was so wonderful to have this time for myself. I am hugely thankful to my husband for organizing it. While I didn't catch up on sleep as much as I had hoped, I did many things that I can't usually spend much time on. I slowed down my pace a little. And I was completely ready to see my hubby and son again - and return to real life - by the end. Mission accomplished.

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?

1.20.2015

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