I've heard people complimented for living a balanced life. How do they do it? Like a tight rope walker, sweat free and smiling??! Work out, clean house, spend time with their children, cook nourishing meals, laundry, read a book, take care a shower...Well, Balance is not my name! I fall a little closer to the psychotic, the addicted, the obsessed, the over-focused. I make up the recipe for a chocolate cinnamon roll while my house sits by screaming at me, "Are you insane? I'm covered in dust, dirt on the floor, toilets to clean (hello? potty training toddler here?!), and piles of laundry and you want to bake? You HAVE lost it."
So, there you have it, a full confession, a clear picture. I am not cut out for this home making job position. I stumble through it. I don't take care of myself. I don't sleep. I get frustrated. My house always looks like...[no appropriate adjectives come to mind]. But, I've watched Chuck 3 out of the 4 nights. Obsessive.
Do I want balance? Do I want perfection? Yes, but in an obsessive sort of way. I spent a large part of my day holding a fussy baby and looking at all of the jobs I would do once the kids were in bed. Ha! It hits 10 PM and I throw up my hands in defeat. I cannot do this job well on my own. And here is the crux, I know that through my weakness His glory is shown. Well, let me tell you, baby, there ought to be a lot of Glory goin' on lately. A lot of weakness is in the House!
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You thought you could get by without a pic of the baby?
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| From November2008 |
