Sunday, June 6, 2010

Busy, Busy, Busy

There are six days left in this week, and somehow I have to squeeze in the following: 6 loads of laundry, 5 sessions of ballet, 4 baseball games, 3 papers, a full day of 4-H competition, and a partridge in a pear tree. Oops, I mean a writing workshop (for which I am supposed to actually write something). Hmm…did I mention I really need a vacation?

Sorry, I know this is a familiar complaint coming from me, but seriously, who can keep up with this mess? Thanks to my team of doctors I have an impressive medical cocktail that keeps me from collapsing on the floor, but even that’s not enough. It’s only by the grace of God that I am able to keep this pace. And also by His grace that I have thus far escaped incarceration in the loony bin. (I am not speaking of the mental health hospitals that service those with clinical disorders, but the place where they send the mommies who plunge off the deep end after too much stress)

We need to slow down…somehow. But what to give up? Matt’s job? Don’t think so. My schooling? Maybe. But I have a lot of really good reasons not to give that up, not the least of which is that I feel this is what God wants me doing right now. Kids’ activities? That’s a tricky one. Do I take baseball away from Andrew? It’s the only extracurricular activity he wants to participate in, and really, it only lasts for a couple of months. The girls’ dance? I just can’t take Alyssa out of ballet. She’s clearly gifted, and I refuse to stifle that just because I am too busy/tired to take her. So I’m left with Ashley in ball and Abby in ballet. How do I justify removing them from the same activities that I still allow the two other kids to participate in?

I find myself desperately wishing for some down time, but unwilling to sacrifice any of our activities. Can anyone say “conundrum?” It’s weeks like this that I yearn for a jackpot lottery. My life would be so much easier if I could afford to hire a gardener, a housekeeper, a laundress, and a cook. Wouldn’t it? Except that I would still insist on attending all of the kids baseball games and ballet recitals, and I would still have to do my own homework and writing. Not to mention, I am very picky about how the laundry is done, so I would probably be better off doing that myself too. So even with all that help I would still be incredibly busy. The only difference would be that my house would be cleaner and we would get real food between activities, as opposed to the fish sticks and frozen pizzas we eat now.

Well, I guess I will just have to deal with things the way they are. I’ll keep running around like a crazy person and trusting in God to give me the strength. Whose idea was it to have four kids anyway? Idiot.

P.S. Real vacation in two weeks. Woohoo! I think I can make it until then (fingers crossed). If not, please come visit me in the loony bin. :D

1 comment:

  1. Hang in there girl, vacation is coming! Although most sane people would question 9 kids a vacation! Silly girl.

    How about some prayers to help you cope!

    Love ya,