( sighhhhhhhh )
Some moments just seem to stack right up on my shoulders in a seemingly preplanned effort to defeat me and make me feel small.
The five hours spent push mowing in the sun on a Saturday to stand on the front porch tonight and be overwhelmed at the shrubs that have completely overtaken my front porch. Taller than two of me and I know that what I cannot do is keep up.
I want a house in the country. Two stories. Wrap around front porch. No main road visible. The tree lined driveway and the fence-lined property and the plants and the giant oaks and the weeping willows and a pond with a rope swing over it and all the pretty pretties.
But I cannot even properly maintain a century old farmhouse and a square of a field that seems to be overgrown with two feet tall grass every time one of my children blink. Just when I think the laundry is caught up, someone takes a shower. Just when the floor is mopped, Ryder comes in with dirty dog paws. Just when the dishes are cozying in for their dishwasher bath, a bevy of glasses are found in the living room. When the house is settled and the kids are all asleep and I turn on a show for a twenty minute burst of processed laughter, I hear feet tiptoeing down the stairs.
Can I get an amen?
You guys, I’m not complaining.
Well. I AM complaining I guess. It’s just all so, you know, exhausting.
You do know – right?
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7 Comments
Sara
Amen. Right now at my house it’s paperwork. Completely covering my kitchen table.
(FYI-I DO NOT love paperwork!)
Jasmine’s homeschool organization papers. (We started school the beginning of August…I’m still not done preparing to start.)
The ever present weekly bill paying folder.
Homeschool paperwork for the two teens I’m helping homeschool.
Photos for Jasmine’s proof of progress binder.
A mostly completed “Kingdoms of Living Things” craft
The always accumulating mail, mostly junk.
The plan for helping babysit a friend’s child.
Printed copy of church call line so the email doesn’t get lost somewhere in my junk box.
Our hymn books and Bibles from last night’s Bible study.
And it’s all mixed up because everytime I want to serve a meal, I stack it all up helter-skelter!
Hopeless!
laceykeigley
I get it – entirely.
We’re kind of living the same life in that respect! 🙂
Darrell
AMEN
Darrell
AMEN
Lana
Definitely where we are every day. Arrived home from 5 days gone to Florida to visit my elderly parents to find the yard and deck totally trashed, partly from the wind last week and the crazy squirrels. Knowing we must move from this beautiful place and not wanting neighbors so close we can hear them sneeze is the real dilemma.
MARGIE MASON
DITTO
Alicia
Yes. Sometimes it’s hard to love a job that never gives you that “You’re all done!” feeling of accomplishment and always has more and more on the To-Do list. But luckily, you’ve kept a blog of all the moments that keep us going. 🙂