I thought that Ben’s surgery would be the tough part of our journey this year. And although that was more stressful, the last few weeks have had lots of little stresses that have added up. Everyone has been sick. School has been really stressful for the kids. Chris has been out of town. My car has died (yes. it was the battery again.). I have made several unexpected visits to schools. There are tons of projects that are coming up (one of the good ones . . . we are taking a huge group of kids to church camp this summer. I started this thinking that Madie and maybe one other would go. Now we have over 15 interested. If even half go, that is awesome! Now on to the fundraising!). I haven’t even found the time to really stop to post pictures or even to see family. We moved closer to see family and we haven’t seen much of the family since Christmas. I was trying to convince Ben to take Karate and at the same time hoping that he would say no. (He did.) Lent hasn’t even started. Add that to our schedule and . . . now it is time to take a deep breath. This too shall pass. I can really get myself worked into a tizzy if I keep thinking about all of this. Sometimes I miss the early years. When the kids were babies and we had no obligations and no where to go. It was lonely and often miserable. But the peace that often came with that was nice (of course, I am conveniently forgetting about the hours of being a human milking machine, the loads of diapers, the cranky babies, the isolation, and on and on. But for the moment I will just think about that peace.).
The girls have finished getting ready for bed and are in need of some books, cuddles, and evening prayer rituals (we would make Martin Luther proud with all of our recitation. the kids actually like it better when Dad-the pastor does bedtime. He doesn’t make them do any recitations.). A good night of sleep will make the whole world better . . . even for mom.