Photo Credit: ccaetano / 123RF Stock Photo
Photo Credit: ccaetano / 123RF Stock Photo

It seems that the sky is, in fact, falling.

Well, not necessarily the sky, but the ceiling. To be specific, the ceiling in our living room.

The ceiling in our living room is falling.

This is, as you might have guessed, not a good thing.

Our sky-is-falling debacle started a little over a week ago when I noticed water pouring into the living room from the bathroom above it. Also not a good thing.

Plumbers were called. Temporary repairs were made. Instructions were given. And then…I moved on. I forgot about it. Well, I didn’t so much forget about it, as much as I added it to that ever-growing list of things that need to be taken care of sometime. You know the one. It’s the same list that has “clean out basement” and “donate old television” and “get the oil changed” on it.

It stayed on that list – the to-do-just-not-right-now list – until Sunday night when large chunks of the ceiling started falling and then Monday morning when water was, once again, pouring into our living room.

Now call me crazy but I prefer that water stay in the shower and that ceilings stay above my head. I prefer that the sky does not actually fall.

So plumbers were called. Again. Contractors were scheduled. And the shower was officially declared OFF LIMITS until the situation was under control. Until, you know, the shower stayed in the shower and the ceiling stayed in the ceiling.

While I was making these all calls and assessing the damage and imagining various worst case scenarios, it dawned on me: this whole sky-is-falling thing feels a lot like life sometimes. It feels a lot like life right now. Too much, too saturated, too full.

Between the things that I want to do and the things that I need to do and the things that I think I need to do, there never seems like enough time. Not enough time in a day, not in a week, not in a lifetime. Each night, I go to bed feeling like I neglected something, like I fell short somehow. Between homework and after-school activities, work projects and volunteer commitments, emails and meetings, grocery shopping and laundry, something always feels undone. What did I forget to do? Who did not get the attention that they deserve? What am I neglecting?

Don’t get me wrong, the too-much-ness isn’t all tedium and chores. There are heaping doses of good stuff too. Lunch with friends, date nights, baseball games, family dinners. Good stuff. Really good stuff.

But sometimes the good stuff mixes in with the other stuff and it all just feels like too much. Too heavy. Too cracked. Too saturated.

And then, eventually, the sky starts to feel like it’s falling.

Part of this too-much-stuff-but-not-enough-time-ness is due to the fact that we’re still trying to transition from the lazy, halcyon days of summer into the structured routine of the school year. Part of it the continual adjustment to fuller schedules, heavier workloads, heightened expectations. Part of it is simply bad timing, with several work obligations and social commitments all happening at the same time. Part of it is a prickly and painful awareness of just how brutal, beautiful, fleeting, and precious life is. And part of it is the simple fact that life with young children is just too much of one thing or another sometimes.

Life gets too full, too heavy, too saturated sometimes and we need to tighten things up, seal off the cracks. I know this and you know this. But that doesn’t make it any easier. I want to say “yes” to everything. I want to do more and be more and live more. I want to fill up on everything and everyone. I want to fill up my life on, well, life.

But what I am realizing is that each time I say “yes” to one thing, I am inadvertently saying “no” to something or someone else. And when I say “no” to something, I am intentionally saying “yes” to someone or something else. What I am learning is that when I tighten my life up a bit, life actually feels fuller and richer.

So I’m making some hard choices about where and how I spend my time. I’m trying to be more intentional about what I say “yes” to so that I can focus on those people and activities that matter most to me. I’m trying to be true to me and my strengths, instead of trying to fit into a mold made for someone else. And I’m trying with all my might to let go of the expectations and the should-do’s and the what-if’s. But it’s hard. Ohmygosh, is it ever hard.

But I’m hoping that with some elbow grease, tough conversations, and a little luck, the water will staying where it’s supposed to. And maybe – just maybe – I can stop the sky from falling down.

And maybe you can too.



  1. love.
    love love love love love.
    especially this: Part of it is a prickly and painful awareness of just how brutal, beautiful, fleeting, and precious life is. And part of it is the simple fact that life with young children is just too much of one thing or another sometimes.
    thank you.

    & get your ceiling fixed 😉

  2. Yes, that ceiling’s a good metaphor for life. You think everything’s going fine. Then it all starts caving in! All we can do is get repaired what needs fixing and move on. Someone said life is 99% maintenance and I think there’s something to that.

    • Christie

      Yes, maintenance. It can be so overwhelming sometimes, can’t it?

  3. So with you on this Christie. Skies, ceilings, that sense of it all coming down – yes. I really love what you say about intention and that saying “no” is also saying “yes” in a more focused and hopefully fuller, richer way. Big sigh.

    • Christie

      Easier said than done, right? 🙂

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