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How do you know when it is time to stop?
Our lives have gotten so complicated this year. Jeremy and I have been married almost four years, and most of that time, we were alone. You already know Jeremy's relaxed approach to life, and I have adopted it for the most part. (Mainly because if I didn't I would go insane trying to speed him up.) So the first three years of our marriage have been very easy-going and laid-back.
In January, I found out I was pregnant, and began dreaming and planning, but we remained calm through it all. Kimmie became part of our family last March, and although there were added responsibilities, her arrival did not significantly impact our stress-level.
This all changed when Kimmie's school started in August and Liberty was born in September. Now, it seems that most of my days are spent driving to and from my work, Jeremy's work, babysitters, school, school activities, last minute shopping for school activities, eye doctor visits, regular doctor visits, dental visits, grocery shopping (somehow, we consume much more food now than we previously did) church, church activities, youth group, youth group activities, sporting events...
At times I think of my mom who had nine kids, lived twenty to thirty minutes from town, and had only one available car while my dad was at work. She carted (and still carts) kids to and from town due to work, church, school and fun activities several times a day. Currently, five kids are still living at home ranging in age from 12 to 19, and they are all very active in various things, and there is still only one working car between them all.
I have one kid in school/sports/church and one kid who is interested in nothing but eating/sleeping/playing, and I'm struggling to keep up. How is this possible? How does my mom do it?
Truthfully, when I'm ready to throw in the towel, and say, "That's it! We're dropping out of everything!" seeing my mom's example is what keeps me going with a smile on my face and with love in my heart.
Mom, my husband and kids will thank you someday!
Our lives have gotten so complicated this year. Jeremy and I have been married almost four years, and most of that time, we were alone. You already know Jeremy's relaxed approach to life, and I have adopted it for the most part. (Mainly because if I didn't I would go insane trying to speed him up.) So the first three years of our marriage have been very easy-going and laid-back.
In January, I found out I was pregnant, and began dreaming and planning, but we remained calm through it all. Kimmie became part of our family last March, and although there were added responsibilities, her arrival did not significantly impact our stress-level.
This all changed when Kimmie's school started in August and Liberty was born in September. Now, it seems that most of my days are spent driving to and from my work, Jeremy's work, babysitters, school, school activities, last minute shopping for school activities, eye doctor visits, regular doctor visits, dental visits, grocery shopping (somehow, we consume much more food now than we previously did) church, church activities, youth group, youth group activities, sporting events...
At times I think of my mom who had nine kids, lived twenty to thirty minutes from town, and had only one available car while my dad was at work. She carted (and still carts) kids to and from town due to work, church, school and fun activities several times a day. Currently, five kids are still living at home ranging in age from 12 to 19, and they are all very active in various things, and there is still only one working car between them all.
I have one kid in school/sports/church and one kid who is interested in nothing but eating/sleeping/playing, and I'm struggling to keep up. How is this possible? How does my mom do it?
Truthfully, when I'm ready to throw in the towel, and say, "That's it! We're dropping out of everything!" seeing my mom's example is what keeps me going with a smile on my face and with love in my heart.
Mom, my husband and kids will thank you someday!
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