When my kids were 1, 3, 5, and 7, I thought my life was at an all-time level of crazy. My floors stayed in a constant state of disaster...eerily resembling the status of my hair. My car looked like someone lived in it...also a lot like my hair. And every crevice of my day was covered in baby spit-up and snot...again, a very fair description of my hair. My twenties could easily be titled "Jurassic World, Bad Hair Version."
But, friends, I was wrong. With kids who are 14, 16, 18, and 20, my life is just now at an all-time level of crazy. Yes, it's true that my floor, my car, and even my hair are clean now, but it turns out, there are other things besides spit-up and snot that make life messy. Because right now, every crevice of my day is covered in questions. So many questions. And all of them leading to decisions that have to be made.
In and of themselves, there aren't many that are life-altering, but put them together, and you have one major case of decision fatigue…Read More