If I were posting a classifieds ad for a Nanny, this would be my title. It never fails--I change Benjamin's diaper, and he poops again, yucky, neon-yellow stuff. I can't read Caroline's mind, so she throws herself on the floor and screams for 20 minutes. And Mattie, she just wants to watch Noggin.
But who am I kidding? I don't want a Nanny, because I don't actually mind all those things. I need a MAID. A full-time, live-in, pick-up-my-junk-as-I-drop-it-on-the-floor-because-I'm-too-tired-and-lazy-and-stressed-out-from-chasing-around-three-wild-kids-all-day maid. I wonder if Florence is still available after "moving on up?" Or Alice (did she & Sam ever get married?)? I'd even take Tony Micelli at this point. If I had a "live-in," I'd have the time & patience to change 12 diapers a day, deal with the screaming, and actually sit down with Mattie to watch Yo, Gabba Gabba without feeling guilty about the dishes in the sink, the laundry piled up on my bathroom floor, and the enormous amount of work still to be done in our back "yard" before Jim gets home. It starts to overwhelm me right about 5:00 p.m. every day.
When it all starts to get to me, when I feel like I cannot fix another cup of milk or feed the baby again after only 45 mintues, or pick up those 30 Barbies for the 4th time today, I remember Colossions 3:23 "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord." I'm not here to make myself happy or to be comfortable & rested. I'm here, in this family, with these kids, to glorify God. No matter how tired I am or how stressful it gets, I am supposed to be a reflection of Him in my service to my husband & children.
I shouold confess that my in-laws provided some help with Merry Maids after Benjamin was born, which has freed me up quite a bit, but the Merry Maids don't pick up the sticks in my play yard or pull the weeds in my flowerbeds or plant new flowers or cut the grass . . . Wait a minute--I think I need a gardener!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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