I bet those of you who are Stephanie Meyer fans have read it or plan to very soon. I borrowed it from a friend at church and read it the same day, to the neglect of my family and my sleep. I liked it a lot, there was a lot less whining this time around and felt a little more grown up. Great read, even though it does have an actual fairy tale ending.
In my defense about not tending my family... When my DH is at sea, like now, I don't get any down time. There is no support being a single mom. Laundry, feeding, care and clean up of kids and house are all you. As are playing games, doing math pages, reading tons of books and mowing the lawn. Then, of course, there's the other stuff. Like church obligations, friends, weddings, baby showers, and extended family.
So after being out every single weeknight last week and the kids not getting to bed until after 9:30 every night, I had a little nervous breakdown on Friday night. Feeling like a horrible mother and a defective housekeeper who can't hold the simplest of things together. I had a good conversation with the Lord and came to a shocking discovery. I don't have to do it all, and it doesn't have to be done all at once. I am not my mother-in-law, who really can do it all and bake a cake at the same time, I am who I am, doing the best I can. It's all I can do and I don't have to feel guilty about the rest. I backed out of and gave up some activities this week. I won't be volunteering for new stuff any time soon. I am going to concentrate on my family, my house and my sanity. I sure hope this plan works.