Boy, sometimes I feel like I swing on this pendulum between basking in my role as wife and homemaker and homeschooling mother and loathing it.
Tonight, well, all of today, actually, was a loathing day. No one "set me off". Hubby didn't get on my nerves...I just had that little feminazi demon whispering in my ear again:
"Is this what you went to college for?"
"Nobody cares that you're picking up and mopping the floor again."
"Almost 30 years old and this is all you have to show for your life?"
AHHHHH!!!!!! And when I get like this then little things make me so mad, like dog food stuck in the floor grates, strawberry stains on the floor, laundry piled in a basket higher than my head when I carry it upstairs, pee on the floor around the toilet (I live with three boys, remember)...
I KNOW my ministry is to my family right now. I know these years fly by. I know. I know. I know.
So now's where the knowing must translate into action and attitude change, or maybe I don't know it at all after all...