I awoke to a pee puddle on the floor, and that’s the kind of week it’s been -- a who-pooped-in-the-tub?, walls-falling-down, have-to-hire-a-sitter-to-take-a-shower kind of week.
In case you need me to clarify, the puddle belonged to my toddler, not me. But these are the gifts that keep on giving, aren’t they?
Friend, can I pull covers back over my head and sleep for six days straight if I promise to catch up with laundrydishesdustinggradingwritingreadingcleaningbathing… later? Thanks. You’re a pal.
Fancy a recap?
Good friend missing in
tornadoes. Worried sick. Knock-me-over allergy woes. Big kids in big trouble with big implications… lots of “what kinda man are you going to be” conversations with our resident boys, this week. Four doctor appointments all around, tuberculosis scare. Phone calls from teachers…detention, detention, suspension. Potty training. Water leak. Five trips to town. Medication changes. Meetings. Tick bite…Lyme disease? Six hour front-lawn laugh- and cry-fest with coworker/friend. Picked for Relevant sponsorship, might as well have won the lottery. Insomnia. Anxiety. Teenage boy tears. Canker sores, migraines, fibromyalgia flare up. Report cards. Fevers. A boy I’m particularly close to around here moved to a different cottage. Heart broke. Alabama-friend found, safe and well. Relief. Fitful sleep. Sixty days without a day off. Husband handles it all in stride. Kids, not so much. Mom… not so much. Alabama
Wait, did you say it’s only Wednesday? That I still have a home licensing inspection, two more doctor appointments to shuttle kids to, a staff meeting, end-of-year testing, company coming to stay for a month starting Friday, two birthdays, four sporting events, one preschooler party, a service plan meeting, fourteen meals, two in-progress bedroom makeovers, Mother’s Day, and the great potty-training-undertaking of 2011 still ahead of me, this week?
More coffee, please.
Life has sorta been this way since becoming a housemom. Ten kids in one house will do that. Always worry, always life on the roller coaster of things to do, things to feel, things to pour over in prayer. And so much tiredness…physically, emotionally, spiritually.
But God’s teaching me, in increasingly major ways, how to feel it all and be present for it all, but let it go at the same time. How to kneel in my weakness and remain. I haven’t loved it, but He’s taken me lower, and for the first time in my life, I’ve learned how to rest in dependence, on Him, on others. I’ve learned how to receive encouragement and ask for it. To let my husband rise where I fall. To do one thing at a time. To be weak and incomplete, and not be guilt-ridden by that.