I'm so fatigued, my feet are dragging, my lids are sagging, and it's Sunday night. All I want to do is go to sleep, yet there is so much work to be done after the children go to sleep in order to be ready for our new week. I feel I am at best ever only one step ahead of all of them, or at worst several steps behind.
I'm trying to replace negative thoughts with positive ones.
Some day I won't have small artists' big messes left around the house to clean up and I will be sad.
Some day, I won't have a topsy turvy school room to neaten for our Monday Morning Start and I will yearn for years gone by.
Some day I won't have a milk order to put out in the milk box on the porch because I won't have a house full of children for whom to provide and I will miss it.
Some day I won't have crumbs to sweep and sticky ice cream from Sunday dessert to wash because my babies will be grown in homes of their own and I'll probably eat a tub of ice cream by myself because I'm missing them.
Some day I won't have to start loads of laundry overnight in order to keep up with the workload because I will be washing clothing for only my husband and myself and it will seem so paltry.
I don't know if this exercise actually makes me feel better, but I hear wise women advise us mothers in the trenches to replace our negative internal complaints with positive reminders of the blessings we have currently, so I am trying!