It’s been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon …
Not even close. The only thing that’s been relatively quiet has been this blog, because when you’re falling asleep at 7:30 p.m., then bolting to your feet at 8:15 p.m., terrified that you’ve slept through a vital responsibility, the following truth applies: you do not really have the capacity to write anything anyone would want to read.
Things I have not been doing this week:
-Repainting my toenails (it shows)
-Reading for fun
-Responding promptly to emails, voice mails, etc.
-Noticing whether there are clouds in the sky
-Cleaning my floors/bathrooms/insert-household-surface-here
Things I have been doing instead:
-Hosting two homesick nieces on their longest stay away from home
-Cleaning up a night’s worth of vomit (see above)
-Keeping five kids busy enough that two of them will be too distracted to think about being away from home
-Dealing with an especially hyperactive child (my own)
-Having pleasant discussions about using our kind words to treat each other with respect
-Feeling highly ineffective (see above)
-Co-teaching a class of sweet, precious seven year olds girls for a week of Bible Camp
-Feeling highly effective (see above)
-Confiding in a couple friends about a situation that’s been eating at me for weeks and getting exactly the right spiritual and emotional supply
-Being bullied by one of those friends, who’s one of the few with ground to do so, into calling my doctor and getting my thyroid prescription refilled (She actually Googled my dr., wrote down the number, and made me promise to call within the hour, because she likes to make sure I’m taking care of myself. Note to self: Pay that forward.)
-Reading picture books at night to a bed full of kids and snuggling them off to a peaceful sleep
-Having a husband on bedrest and IV antibiotics all week thanks to an infected lymph node
-Celebrating a certain someone’s birthday (that merits its own forthcoming post)
-Reminding the Lord every morning that apart from Him I can do nothing.
OK, still not sure I’ve written anything anyone would want to read, but at least the agony and the ecstasy is now preserved for posterity. Good thing I’ll get to sleep in in the morning and just take it easy all weekend.