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by Lori Ann


Sometimes, on the hard days, I think to myself, “Come on baby, Mama has needs too, and who’s meeting them?” Then Jesus answers my heart, in the most loving and tender way possible, “I am, and if you’re seeking for someone else to meet your needs, you’re the one in the wrong – not her.” And I look at my darling baby, and have compassion for her neediness, and know that He’s right.

How do you cope on the hard, everyone-needs-you, no-one-gives-Mama-a-break days?

^_^  saruskabeth ^_^

I feel like its been a month since my last post. In fact, it feels like its been a month since I woke up this morning. I gotta tell you, parenthood may be rewarding in the end, but it s so darn tiring on the way there!

Today I:

1.)confronted countless tantrums by one very determined almost two year old (one of which lasted 45 minutes before I determined the cause was his desire to wear a different pair of shorts than the pair I picked out. And they totally did not match his shirt, let me tell you!)

2.) once again faced the challange of new-baby jealousy induced regression of a potty trained three year old (every day for a month, now! Augh!)

3.) listened to a wailing 5 month old who has decided that she absolutely must be standing, eating, and be actively entertained at all times, (If she could do those things without assistance, I’d be much less annoyed.)

4.) realized that this pile of laundry is never going to wash itself, so I might as well, you know, burn it or something, and

5.) discovered a colony of ants have made themselves at home in her diaper pail!

Oh, did I mention the gang of 12 year olds I found drawing phalic images and interestingly spelled obscenities in my driveway with my sons’ own sidewalk chalk? Ah, yes. It was a good day. At least I can go to bed now that all my kids are asleep and the husband is finally home from work. Well, as soon as I wash the dishes. And start a load of ant-infested diapers. And I should really make out the grocery list. I never get it done with the kids awake. Oh, and I never did get around to vacuuming the mess from that glitter fiasco. Gah, I’m going to need an energy shot. And a therapist.



^_^  Saruskabeth ^_^

A wise pastor once said in a sermon, “People ask me why their marriages have lost that spark, and my answer is always the same. You can’t run on one tank of gas all your life. You have to stop, sometimes, and refill the tank!”

My husband and I have felt that bump here and there. That lurch that reminds you to check the guage. We haven’t always done a good job of making sure it doesn’t reach the big red “E,” but we haven’t let it die, either! Since the birth of our (beautiful!) daughter almost five months ago, we have experienced a slow decline on our meter. So gradual, in fact, that we almost didn’t notice it, and when we did we both tried to cruise “just another mile!”

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