So...yesterday I admitted something to my best friend
Regina something that I really hate to admit. I'm exhausted. I just feel REALLY guilty saying it. As I type, I'm looking at my husband who has finally gotten a much needed opportunity to crash on the sofa. He works soooooooooooooooooooooo hard. Good...no great, right?? Well, yes and no. Sometimes it just really leaves me feeling inadequate and guilty for not doing my part. He's been working non-stop even putting in overtime, taking care of the girls when I'm at work, still manages to clean, do laundry, and today he prepared a full course yummy meal. Oh and he still managed to workout. Whew!...the mere thought exhausts me. Me? This weekend, I was too exhausted to do anything and during my work week, forget about it. I honestly don't know how he does it. The hours just don't add up.
I too would love to be able do it all, but I can't. Ugh! I hate admitting that I out loud/in print because I do honestly have a desire to...it just doesn't happen. In fact the parts that I generally do hold down have gone wayward. It's been really bad for the last week or so. I went out of town a couple of weeks ago and have yet to catch up. I'm ready to go to bed as soon as I get home from work, but when I go to bed, I find myself constantly waking up and looking at the clock. My mind is CONSTANTLY busy. This coupled with the fact that the girls are at a demanding stage has just worn me down (this "stage" includes constant fights, jumping in and out of their beds, emptying body wash all over the bathroom floor, running me all over the church - resulting in a wipeout -yes, by me...ok...don't get me started...not tonight anyway). At least I
think that's what it is.
Is it awful that reading
this Pioneer Woman post made me feel somewhat better. Because like KT, I often wonder how in the world she does it ALL.
Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday which begins the 40+day journey to Easter and marks the beginning of Lent. "Lent" comes from a word meaning simply "spring". It's about God's call to restore us, make us new. I begin this season somewhat fragmented and look forward to something new and refreshed in the season. Exhaustion is just not for me so here I am with an open heart, prepared to make
more room amongst this chaos of life for God.