It’s busy season for my husband. He is my best friend and my lover. He is the one who hears about my day and supports my decisions (even when they’ve been proven to be bad). He loves me no matter if I’ve had a good hair day or not, no matter what size dress I wear today (after having 5 kids, from being a size 6 when we first started dating, that’s saying something). He is the better half of "us,” more organized, more noble in spirit, more generous and definitely more disciplined in character. I miss him.
It’s cold and gray this time of year. It’s made more stressful because I am responsible for the kids, housework, homework, bills, Sunday School class, and my rotation in teaching the Junior high class, I am a member of several writing communities and the required reviews that go along with it. On top of that, I am running my own business (day care in my own home). I have a lot more responsibility this year than in years past, but the kids are a little older to balance it out a bit.
This is my window of time, when all my kids are out of preschool age, and right before the girls enter puberty. Mark is safely on the other side of it now and growing into a solid young man. I will be enrolling him into a drivers ed class soon. Driving. My baby will be old enough to ask for the keys to the car. I am too young to have a child driving! Time is passing much too quickly for me these days.
Sometimes I feel whelmed. Like today. I am avoiding housework and failing at encouraging the kids to get their rooms clean. I also have a deadline for a story approaching (Monday) and I haven’t written word one yet on it. *sigh* So, I sit here and whine.
So, I am kicking myself off here, and doing the right thing.
Bye for now.
Sometimes it's nice to see life from someone else's point of view. I am a mother, writer and amateur photographer. This is what the view looks like from where I am standing.
