What is it Going to Take to Make it Work?

      Oh that summer sweetness~
 I'm not talking about the sunshine and the adventure that comes with this season. I'm talking about freedom. Freedom to run and do as you please. As our summer break has arrived we have sat, we have napped and we have played.
I have to admit it felt great at first.
When Too Much of a Good Thing Is Not Such a Good Thing Anymore

After days of naps and play I have fallen behind.

    

    Do you ever feel a loss of control within most areas of your life? I know a loss of control may sound like a bit much, but it seems to be the way I feel today.
I feel the disorganization, the chaos that stems from it and that dark cloud of failure rearing its ugly head.
{I know, I'm sorry you are not finding your window of inspiration here today.}

My dishes are dirty, my laundry is overflowing, the trash stinks, the toothpaste lid is nowhere to be found, my floors are sticky, my bathrooms are gross and I must throw toys into the floor before turning into bed each night.

That's not all.

Gnats have invaded my fruit, flies are dancing at my door and my van has it's own list of gruesomeness.

After losing ten pounds I have sadly gained four and in my lack of frugal grocery planning I now have no choice but to be creative. 

 The good is gone and it has left me in the dust.
In times as this the devil has an open door to come in a remind me of my failures.
{Lord, show me the way. Allow me to see the evil that wants me to fail and remind me I am yours}

     My role as Allen's wife and our children's mother is my rule in life.  So where do I start? How do I pick myself up? How do I get back on top? Thankfully my mother raised me with the knowledge to ask myself  "What's it going to take to make it work?" In my so called desperate need of help, this would be my mothers answer. I remember quietly snarling, as I desired a quick fix.  Little did I know I was retaining the knowledge to stand on my own. Thanks Mom!

    So what is it going to take to make it work? First I am going to love my Lord and thank him. I am turning to him to give me strength. I am reflecting on this week. Not just the bad, but remembering the good.

Even in the mist of letting it all go we enjoyed one another. We laughed, we danced on sticky floors and we loved. We gratefully celebrated Mass and we prayed. We created book-nooks made of sheets, aprons and scarves. We enjoyed conversation. We gave cuddles and hugs. We went swimming, we watched the sunset and we played.

    After remembering I'm not a total failure, I feel some better.

       Next it is time for the list!  {If you don't already know, I'm a list person.} My list always help me to navigate through my mission.

Before long I have made my way to the light again. In this case the light being a livable somewhat organized clean home. A home I can relax in at the end of the day. A home that houses a happy mom.

    A mom that is not just winging it.

In the midst of these times I can recall looking at my family and thinking, just wait I'm working up something in my mind, don't worry we will soon be better. Maybe not all the chaos will subside, but the huge chunk that is weighing on us will soon be gone.

  I'm left wondering if they even notice the weight or do I hold it up with the laughing, the cuddles, the love and the play.

        Then I realize once more what a challenging and rewarding rule I have been given as a wife and a mother.

Recalling again the unknowing of  the world's view and all that my job entails.

   With that may you pray for me that I accomplish my list without too many melt downs. Meltdowns from children that have enjoyed the days of freedom. This topic of meltdowns and behavior is for another day and another challenge.

So there it is friends! I'm fessin up. I'm telling you about it.

Thanking the Lord for my role as Allen's wife and our children's mother. How there is no place I would rather be, challenges and all.