- activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result
- a task or tasks to be undertaken; something a person or thing has to do.
Work is a funny thing. When most people hear the word I think two things come to mind…. a job and second, something hard. And I have found that most people do not want to do the hard thing.
I have a job. I work. I get up in the morning and I go to work for eight hours a day.
Before going to work by definition, I am working. After a few moments of peace in the morning while I enjoy those first few sips of coffee… I am doing laundry, unloading the dishwasher. Some mornings I am throwing food into the crock-pot or instant pot for dinner that night. On the few mornings I do not have any of those things to do, I am working on this blog.
After work I am cooking dinner, cleaning the kitchen, and finishing laundry. I have a wife and mother hat on – I am trying to check in with the kids and the husband about their days.
Most people look forward to the weekends, I dread them. The weekends for me means more work than it feels like I do during the week. Saturday mornings are for cleaning the house; Saturday’s are also for soccer. And when my kid is not on the field, I am making a grocery list for the trip to the supermarket for our weekly groceries. Friday nights I have usually meal planned our dinners for the upcoming week. Saturdays are also for haircuts and vet appointments when necessary. If I am lucky, Sunday’s are my day. I try and not leave the house on Sunday’s and do nothing on Sunday. That rarely happens. Before I know it, it’s Monday again and I am exhausted. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or goal.
Cleaning, cooking, and planning our meals is important to me. These are things that show you care about your home and your family. These things all take an incredible amount of work. It takes time and energy to plan a week’s worth of meals that four different people will eat. Even though I have made it a habit of cleaning up as I go, and at the end of the day before going to bed, it still takes time away from something else I would rather be doing. There is this misconception out there that just because someone is doing something means it is something they want to be doing when in fact it is something that they have to do; work.
Raising a family is work. Being a good example for your children is work. Teaching them how to be a decent human being and to take care of themselves and their space takes an incredible about of work. Being a parent is work. Being a parent is probably the hardest thing I will do in my life. You are putting someone(s) before yourself. Everything you do is for them; for their happiness.
While I am not a size 2 or 100lbs (anymore) I actually have made it a habit to workout quite a bit. (I should really be a hell of a lot thinner for the amount and kinds of workouts I engage in.) But exercising is good for your mind, body and soul. Move it or lose it. I want to be one of the older women in these classes one day kicking ass. As a working mother, it is incredibly hard to not only find the time but to have the motivation. But I know it needs to be done; the work will be worth it in the end.
I guess the only thing I am trying to say is that work comes in many forms. And sometimes work comes disguised at things we want to do but in reality it is something that needs to be done.
Getting up and going to work is not anymore exhausting than it is to keep up with a home, or to try and develop health habits. It’s all work.