Just a housewife.

A funny thing happened a few days ago. I was helping with the church yard sale and I was talking with one of the ladies at our church. Somehow we got to talking about work. I mentioned how I want to go back to work when the kids are all in school. She just started to laugh and said, "well, hon, what do you think you are doing now?" and then I laughed thinking, that is so true.

So, I now catch myself when I say I am just a housewife, or I would love to go back to work. Because it is work. Hard work! What I did yesterday- Got up at 6 to feed baby. 645 time to fight with Abby to get her up and to school on time. 730 back home to take some time for myself. The one hour a day I have to myself. Mark gets up by 830 and so do the little ones by 9. The rest of my day is spent changing diapers, feeding, picking up toys, throwing trash away, doing dishes and laundry, breaking up a lot of fights, kissing tears away. Then it's 130 and time for the car line, where I get to read or play angry birds in the car while waiting in the line. Home again by 230. Then it's snack time, homework time, computer time for Abby. And getting dinner ready. All while still changing diapers and taking care of baby. We eat dinner, then bath, then bed by 930. And I stay up til 1030 or 11 with Alexis getting her to sleep. By bedtime I am exhausted and the house is a wreck again, more dishes and laundry have piled up. Set alarm to do it all over again.

Feeling useless

My husband is in the worst pain of his life and I hate that I can't do more to help. I offer a hand, some prayers, fetch him some water and get his pain Meds. I sit up all night with him by his side waiting for his pain to ease. He tells me thank you for being there and I reply, "where else would I be? " I was just returning the favor really. For all the times he was at my bedside, feeling useless. When we had each girl, when I had gall stone pains, and when I had postpartum hemmharaging he was the one fetching and offering a hand and prayers. The one trying to sleep in an uncomfortable chair. Yep I guess this is what they meant in our marriage vows. In sickness and in health, I do.

Houswork

I am always attempting the impossible. Something that has never happened since Abby started walking. I would like every room in the house clean and organized at one time. There is never a day where I have nothing to do. I long for that day... Of course when that day comes I will be sad cause it means my girls are grown...

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