It's 9:30 pm and I just put away the peanut butter and jelly for at least the 5th time today. The hubby wanted a late night pb&j, so out came the bread, peanut butter and jelly once again. The dishwasher door stands open, clean dishes waiting to be put away so that the dirty ones in the sink can be thrown in and washed for tomorrow's myriad of meals.
The living room is mostly titied from the various homeschool books read, blankets made into forts, and tea set enjoyed with a neighbor friend. Four loads of laundry have been washed, three dried, none folded or put away yet.
Dinner was ham and potato soup tonight. Should have had green beans in it, but alas no green beans in the house, so I made due with what I had.
Yet a few chores to do and shower to take, I will head to bed "early" so that I won't fall prey to the temptation to hide back under the covers after assembling my hubby's lunch in the morning because I must be at the dentist at 8:30 for my oldest's cleaning and check up.
This week, I'll load my three crazies, as I like to refer to them now-a-days, in our van a half a dozen times or more to shuttle them to various doctors' appointments, homeschool co op, friends' houses, and at the very end of the week, to Grandma and Grandpa's house. Is there any better way to end to the week than a trip to Grandma/Grandpa's house? My children think not.
If you're a momma reading this, you likely have a similar week to mine ahead of you. Maybe instead of doctors' appointments, you will be transporting your gang to baseball practice or ballet. Instead of homeschool co op, you may be driving to after school day care. Regardless, you have dinner to prepare or pick up, laundry to do, floors to sweep (though this is always optional!). And most, most importantly you have a child(ren) to love on and hug and read to and envision and train for life.
It's all hard work, isn't it? Some days are harder than others. Some days are more rewarding than others. But, we go to bed every night with the faces and voices of our child(ren) impressed in our minds, and we wake up every morning motivated to live and serve and lay down our lives for their good, to see them experience the fullness of life and God and other people.
Grab a tissue or two, watch this amazingly inspiring video my hubby had me view the other night, and be freshly inspired to keep doing this "momma" thing. Ask every morning and many moments throughout your day for the strength, help, and wisdom from God to love your littles (or bigs) like HE loves them, and to serve them like HE has served us. And, then go finish with those dishes and laundry. or not. ;)