Getting Stuck

I get stuck a lot. Stuck commenting on a thought provoking article, stuck reading one more chapter in a book, stuck on FB, just stuck. Most of the time I just battle trying not to get stuck and feeling frustrated at all the things I don't get done and the time that seeps through my fingers as a result.


I've been feeling like I need to get up earlier (yes, this is a recurring theme). It's always a battle with me, and a battle with my children who invariably have nightmares, illnesses and growing pains that get them up in the night (or that prevent them from going to bed in a timely fashion in the first place) and it's even more of a battle when DH is out of town because I get stuck, again, and don't go to sleep in a timely fashion either. But there's that feeling, niggling, telling me I need to get up earlier. Yesterday, I got up a little earlier, enough so that I was dressed before family scripture study (not ready, just dressed to drive kidlets hither and yon). That helped. The day went a little more smoothly. Then, to add to my quest for health and to encourage me to be tired enough to go to bed decently, I've been trying to exercise at night--just a little, maybe fifteen minutes of weights, thirty minutes of yoga, a little samba/capoeira DVD I have. I did that; it helped.

So, this morning, I got up even a little bit earlier, sufficiently to encourage CE to stop ignoring her alarm and finish her homework, sufficiently to get dressed AND read my own personal scriptures before family scripture time AND time to meander a bit, checking all the blogs that make me think, the FB that I check in with and email--all the places that I often get stuck on. I got a little stuck, but not too bad. Then, the morning collected itself, I took the kidlets hither and yon and because I had already allowed myself some wandering time, I listened to the responsible part of my brain that said "make bread, practice your piano, exercise" (all with the "help" of 4yo M to keep it interesting). And here I sit now, with two loaves of pretty whole wheat bread, made with freshly ground wheat (yes, I feel a little like the little red hen), piano practiced (well as much as stupid sore hands will allow), boot camp exercise DVD done, M fed snacks and placed in front of Phineas and Ferb so that I can take a shower. And it's not even lunch time yet. I don't feel frazzled. There may be something to this getting up earlier, if only that I can feed that part of me that needs to get stuck a little, first thing and then move on to necessary and productive pursuits.