So I’ve had two Really Good Days. Lunches and snacks made; children and I to school on time; productive, successful classes; good interactions with my students.
Yesterday I did my tae-bo workout at 5:15 a.m. And after school, I managed to change the sheets on the bunkbeds, do two loads of wash, make and clean up after dinner, vaccuum the boys’ bedroom and playroom, clean out the cat box, sweep the lower deck, and play with Emma Grace in the backyard.
AND, I read another chapter of Joseph and His Brothers before sleep.
But today was a busy day. On Tuesdays we have faculty meeting, after which the children and I go to the church for children’s choir (during which I dutifully read E.H. Gombrich’s The Story of Art) and dinner. When we got home, I was Falling Down Tired.
Then I had to empty the dishwasher and fold a load of laundry.
By the time the children were tucked in, I was close to tears.
Then I talked to my dad. “Do you think maybe you’ve bitten off too big a bite?” he asked me of this new job, added to the ones I already have– those of homemaker and mother.
No. It’s not too big. How could it be? If this is where God has put me, then all is as it should be. We’re just in transition, that’s all. We’ll get used to this, and I’ll learn how to manage it, and it Will Be Managed.
No, I told my dad. It’s not too big a bite. But I will admit that sometimes it’s Really Hard To Chew.
