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Have you ever wanted to sell your kids? Seriously. (Well, maybe not too seriously.) But, I wonder . . . How much could I get for them? Enough for a new pair of shoes? Enough for a new car? Enough for a new house AND a new car? Today, however, I am not likely to get more than enough for a burger off the McDonald's Dollar Menu.
Most days I love my life. My kiddos drive me a little nutsy, but that's to be expected. The Preacher is usually my biggest fan and can see when I need some help, but not today. And do you know the worst part? The worst of it is that I had a break this morning. I got to have lunch with some of my dearest friends - for 2.5 hours we ate and chatted and laughed (and only gossiped a little bit). But, I couldn't fully enjoy it, because I knew I had to come home and get the babies and be responsible for putting the house back together and entertain the company The Preachers's invited to dinner and that the fun would be over and the mundane would commence.
So, what do I do about it? Should I become a recluse and ignore all invitations from this moment on? (Probably not.) Give up and take myself to the nearest hospital and check myself in for emotional rehab? (Nope. Too many bills waiting for later.) The blasted balance problem strikes me yet again, and again I have no answer for it.
As I dwell on the plaguing question I find myself praying for an attitude change, asking for wisdom and guidance, and taking a deep breath to "suck it up" and get it all done. Fun? No. Life? Yes.
Maybe one day, when my babies are frustrated at life and the deadlines that are pressing I can help them better cope with reality. Maybe they'll learn this very important life skill many years before I've been able to - and they won't have to admit to wanting to sell their kids (sort of).
Because I don't know any other way to be,
Meg
Psalm 147:11
