I've got to admit, I've been pissy lately.
Frustrated by the endless loading and reloading of the dishwasher. Unfolded loads of laundry waiting to be attended to. Meal planning that becomes more and more challenging with a particular child. Floors that need to be swept and vacuumed. Bedrooms that need to be tidied. And, a body that is exhausted from getting up at the crack of dawn to exercise.
Many moons ago, I heard a powerful talk about finding the holy in the ordinary. I was not yet a full-time stay-at-home mother, but I knew then, that the work of the home was important stuff...albeit, boring as all get out.
So in this season of extreme neediness from my little ones...a house that seems to take a beating regularly...and a body that is desperately trying to shed weight to get stronger....how do I stay joyful instead of resentful?
That seems to be the question. Until my Sam says, "Mama...where are my jeans? You always know where they are. Can you make me some 'magic breakfast cream'? You make it the best. Can you time me while I brush my teeth? Then, I want to show you how many jumping jacks I can do,"
And then I know, this won't last long. This is a blip on the horizon. And as such, I need to be mindful that this work...the work of a mother is sacred, even if mundane.