Sweet is the Work

Do you ever feel terribly overwhelmed? Like really. Done with it all.

I feel like I have had a weight strapped to my back for weeks. Insurance woe's, and paying for 3 little ones and a husband who is about to enter a new age bracket make up a bulk of the weight. There also is my role as single mother for the summer. (So glad this is only a part time role.) Weeds everywhere. Filthy floors. Sciatic pain. Laundry piled high. Nothing for dinner. Dirty car, sticky children, 18 grimy windows, dust, dust, dust. Bills, bills, bills.

This post was going to be about how there are times I feel like collapsing under the bulk of it all.

But seriously. Who has time for that?

I don't.

You know what makes me feel better? Work. Work. Work. My problems won't scrub away and there is still no more money in the bank. We don't get younger. 'Godzilla Insurance' still rules the world. There will always be something to clean. But, I realized something while at my work this week. It was like a revelation.

This is work I WANT to do. I WANT to be a mother. I WANT to be a wife. I WANT to carry this new child. (I don't really want to be a housekeeper, but thank the good Lord daily that I have a beautiful house to keep.) I ENJOY MY LIFE! Even when it's hard. I CAN carry the load.

This seems like something that I have to relearn every few months. Am I the only one? You would think I might get it through my head soon. I am sure I'll have to learn it again and again. You'll probably get another post on the subject, sooner than you'd like.

Amongst all the work, a life is really made in the small, sweet moments. Monday was full of them. So have all my days been, if I take the time to look.

One on one time with T. Coloring pictures of Minnie Mouse and practicing twists and braids in her hair. Nap time, just me and my precious little Roo, snuggled safely in my bed. Kisses each time I fill her 'sippy milk.' Painting little fingers and toes. Quesladilla picnics on the patio. Talks late at night with DJ. Baby wiggles in my belly. Visiting BATC to absorb some good design. Pulling weeds with my neighbor. (Thanks Stephanie!)

We scrub, we sweep, we tuck-in, we feed. We love, we savour, we feel. We weep. We work.

We live.

REPEAT.

P.S. My key board is all sticky, the desk too. The girls watched Blues' Clues while I cleaned the kitchen this afternoon. They had a big bowl of watermelon chunks to share. I didn't think watermelon was sticky. Silly me. DJ is home icing his ankle. He twisted it at the Scrap Yard today, racing for water to put out a derby car fire, (what else would it be?) and had to have Deven help him home. My superman can't even stand. Oh boy, I feel a bit more work coming on!