Today’s post is a bit light. Although I have been spending time in the Word, I have so many things spinning in my head that I will just take the opportunity to tell you where I have been for the past week.
First, I must preface this with a bit of helpful information. When summer kicks in and both boys are out of school, that’s when my busiest time (other than Christmas) occurs. So, if the posts are a bit more sporadic and perhaps spastic in nature, you now know why. Also, I would like to sneak in a prayer request if I may. Because of the nature of the busyness of summer, I would LOVE your prayers for me in the following areas:
- that I would be a happy wife and mother – sometimes the summer busyness stresses me out and I get a bit selfish and mean with the men around here;
- that my quiet times would be focused and uninterrupted; I don’t know how to make that happen unless I get up at 6 a.m. and since this is summer, I choose not to do that since I’m up a bit later at night. I am an 8-hour sleeper.
There’s danger in a post like this, especially if my men read it. They may get their feelings hurt. I definitely don’t want that to happen. So, guys, if you are reading this, then have no guilt heaped on you. This is just what most wives and mothers go through and we have to somehow figure out how to be more like Mary and not so much like Martha when we are trying to be like the ultimate Proverbs 31 woman. Can any woman out there relate?
For example, on my way to bed the other night this is what I did:
- folded a load of clothes and started another load in the dryer and a third load in the wash
- saw that the dishes in the dishwasher were clean and others were dirty by the sink; so I put the clean ones away and loaded in the dirty ones
- decided that while I was in the kitchen I would grind the coffee beans and put the water in the coffeemaker to come on at 7 the next morning
- while passing the front door I noticed the plants on the chest were a bit droopy so I watered them and while taking the watering can back to the kitchen saw another dirty dish that needed to be loaded into the washer so I loaded it
- foolishly, I saw the study light on and decided to check my email. I won’t do that again.
You get my drift. Honestly, a woman’s work is never done!
I make my life sound bad. It’s not. My guys are more helpful around the house compared to others, perhaps. I made sure to teach Robert and David how to make their beds before they started kindergarten and while they were still small, they could sort their own laundry and would do so. Now, they wash their own clothes, and for the summer, are responsible for dusting and vacuuming their rooms and trading off cleaning of the shared bath. I hope to teach them some things in the kitchen this summer. They help their dad with the yard work. So, it’s not like I have no help at all. I am blessed.
I jokingly said to Rob when I was saying “no” to lots of opportunities this summer that this was going to be the “summer of me”. It’s selfish. It is not going to happen.
I have a hard time even getting over to the Y for 20 minutes on an elliptical machine. This past week, I have been home one morning and that’s today. It is wonderful! We went away for Memorial Day weekend. I had a quick trip with Rob on Tuesday and yesterday we toured with David at Auburn University and Samford University. I’m going to need twice as many minutes on that elliptical machine since “aunt fanny” has been sitting down in the car so much. Get my drift? I have a short story working in my head about the spread of “aunt fanny”. Just kidding.
So I leave you with two parting photos. The first is a place that should have an historical marker. It’s the Home Management Residence at Auburn. The angle of the photo shows a wooden add-on. When I lived there the summer of ’84, that wooden add-on was the screened porch with a porch swing. It was on that swing on that porch where Rob asked me to marry him. I wanted to share that with you. I could not for the life of me understand why the tour guide did not stop there and let everyone in the group know this wonderful bit of historical information! The other photo is the church on the Samford University campus. I wanted to hop off the golf cart and run into it for just some time alone to pray through such a task we have begun with our youngest.