Being six months pregnant and the only non-impaired adult in the house with one sick kid, transportation and car trouble, a science fair, extra medical costs, a broken hot water heater, and a boss who was off-island made for quite an exhausted me. Oh, and did you know that I'm teaching a class on top of my full time job?
Yeah, I need some me time. And not the kind of me time that consists of cleaning the house or doing laundry. I want the kind of me time where I go on a long walk through a breezy park then take a hot shower and a get a three hour long foot massage while I read indulgent non-fiction and sip on a chocolate milk shake.
The baby will be here in a few short months and I am nowhere near ready. And not only because, between my sister and me, we've given away practically all our baby gear and, let's face it, no one is going to throw me a baby shower for my third child (a few of you lucky ones may have been given a second-baby baby shower - I was not one of you lucky ones), but also because our house is not in order to welcome a new baby.
I don't mean we have to lock cabinets and toilet seats and put up baby gates - we've never done any of that; what I mean is, we need to figure out sleeping arrangements and closet space, throw out all the junk that's been collecting since who knows when, and organize what's left of the mess. It may not sound that bad, but step one foot into our house and you'll see that I'm up against a daunting task.
I feel a little numb. The things that should be happening are not happening.
I still
expect great things. But those things are going to bring even more of a struggle than I'm up against now.
May the Lord grant me the ability to stay out of His way.
