Are you familiar with the word mulligan? According to dictionary.com it is a golfing term that means: “a shot not counted against the score” I also often use the term in reference to my daily life. I believe that everyone is entitled to one mulligan a week, by which I mean one day in which they should feel no guilt or disappointment for getting absolutely nothing done, for never getting out of pajamas, for cancelling plans when there is too much happening in the day, or for choosing joy and serenity over productivity laced with stress.
I feel that if life throws me one mulligan a week, that is ok. It is to be expected, and I will not feel bad about it. Some days, when dinner is late, chores are left undone, and chaos is hovering around us, I will turn to my husband and say: “Today is my mulligan.” Sometimes on those days I will take a nap instead of folding laundry, or we will get a takeout pizza instead of cooking. The way I look at it, with three jobs between two people, a small child with a multitude of needs, and all of the other various appointments and events of our lives, one mulligan a week is not even just acceptable, but it is healthy.
Well, we are only into Tuesday of this week, and I have already had 3 mulligans. Therefore, I am declaring this to be my mulligan week. I have spent three days in both mental and physical stress about all the things on the docket this week, and I am just. so. done. feeling that way now. So I have made up my mind to accept that there will be an above average level of chaos around me for a few more days, and to stop expecting myself to perform miracles. I am only human, and a not terribly organized one at that. So here and now I am deciding to go with the flow, rather than against it.
Sure, I will still put in the effort toward getting some things done. Just today I washed dishes, folded clothes, went grocery shopping, picked up the child’s room, and did some de-cluttering in the kitchen. I am even finding the time to update this blog, albeit 12 hours later than normal. I am not saying that I will simply stop trying to make things happen. I am simply lowering my expectations, crossing anything unnecessary off the list until a later time, and allowing myself to make mistakes.
After this week’s weird schedule is over, I can start again with a new sense of motivation and raise the bar back up a few notches. Until then, please excuse the dishes.