Friday, September 27, 2013

It used to be my favorite number

My week at a glance ...


Morning trips to the high school with sophomore Emma because her senior brother wasn't ready to take her on time: 3

Wallet raids to ply Kyle with cash because, "Mom, I don't think I have enough gas to make it": 3

Consecutive nights of scrambling to feed my family (but no time for myself) before leaving to attend a meeting: 3

Consecutive nights of coming home to a dirty kitchen and the family watching TV: 3

Church meetings I was expected to attend Wednesday simultaneously: 3

Portion of jars of tomatoes that did not seal after hours of canning: one-third

Family members who have met my requests for house-cleaning help with "Why can't you do it? You're here all day": 3 (only two were children -- contemplate that math)

Big-ticket items picking a fight: 3 (fridge, van, computer)

Handheld deliveries of Samuel to his classroom door because he is fearful to enter: 3

Minutes I'm allowed to vent before laughing and soldiering on: you guessed it, 3

Grateful reminders that these are "first world" frustrations: many

Elementary-age children about to burst through the door with news of their day: 3

Hugs I will get seconds from now: 3


Ah, 3 is looking good ...

1 comment:

Circe said...

I'm glad you took those 3 minutes to vent. You have a lot on your plate! Add the times you've helped me out during the past few days and multiply that by how many friends and neighbors you have. I'ts a lot more than 3!