Whimsy is…

Again no real blog post, just a copy of a comment I left on someone else’s.

Kerflop (who I may have mentioned I love in a not creepy kinda way) is struggling with balancing the WAH with M in WAHM. I am much too familiar with this juggling act. Yesterday was an especially bad day for me and I was feeling like no one really understood my unique struggles.

And God? Thanks for the reassurance that I’m not alone out here.

My response:

Yesterday was one of those days for me too!!! I usually have the help of my 14 yo daughters when I am trying to do office work. But they got invited to the river with a couple from church (I’m sure because they have neglectful parents who don’t do that kind of thing with them) and it was just me and Kacie (2) and Brody (6)

I was literally standing there with my head in my hands ready to burst into tears. Asking God if I was crazy to try this WAHM thing. Honestly, I thought to myself, “Jessica seems to be balancing it all OK - doing fun stuff with her kids, taking care of business, making sure her husband feels loved” - basically the list of everything I felt I was NOT doing.

So, excuse me while I jump for joy to know that I’m not the only mother who looks up to find baby powder* dumped all over a room and the toddle gleefully filling her cup from the water cooler and then dumping it on a stack of brochures.

*Yes, I know it’s dangerous. That’s why I’ve locked the door and not cleaned it up yet. Should I get Hazmat involved? Is anyone going to inhale the dust and choke? Oy!