Most moms have it!
As I was taking my shower this morning, I noticed with the Grandkids living in the house now, everything has changed. With 4 long haired girls, and a boy, I have to keep up more than when I was here by myself. (My husband had taken up over the road truck driving) I found myself in standing water, and knew I would have to plunge the drain. My hands were slippery from the conditioner I had just put in my hair, and it was hard to get a good grip on the plunger. I started to plunge when my hair fell into my eyes, and I had to pile it back on top of my head, now my hands were slippery again. I rinsed them and began to plunge with vigor and felt victorious when I extracted hair that could have its own zip code. Noticing the tiles were getting a little gunky, I then grab the scrub brush and give them what my mother would have called, ‘a lick and a promise.’ With a feeling of satisfaction, and a well-drained bathtub, I finished my shower. My wet hair secured in a towel, toothbrush in hand, I noticed the kids left the sink in a well-used state after brushing their teeth for school. I grab a Clorox wipe and clean the sink so I can finish my morning ablutions. Dressed and ready for the day, I noticed a buildup of dust on my dresser, so I grab the dust clothe and the spray wax and try to eliminate a few layers before I take the dirty laundry of towels and wash rags I collected in the bathroom to the basement. Before I finish my son called up from the kitchen that he needed a ride to the field. Running a brush through my still damp hair, I grab my purse and head out the door.
Upon returning home, I took my vitamins, and noticed the plant in the window need a drink also. That done, I went back upstairs to get the laundry that I had yet to start, grabbing the miscellaneous buttons I found on the dresser while dusting, to take to the sewing room. I ran back upstairs to use the bathroom, when I noticed dust along the base of the pedestal sink, so I grab another trusty Clorox wipe and take care of that problem.
Entering the dining room I count four pair of spent socks on the floor amongst a plethora of confetti dots some hands were idly manufacturing for no apparent reason. I grab the sox from the ruins, and grab the dust mop attacking the dots littering the floor. Hearing the washer stop after spinning, I run down the basement to put the clothes into the dryer.
HELLO! My sister has arrived on her way to a birthday party later that evening, and she stopped to see me on the way. Out for lunch, back to play Scrabble, then she is out the door to continue her trip to the party. The kids walk in the door from school and drop the book bags where they stand, and I ask if anyone has homework. Grandma, it’s Friday! Okay go put on your Jerseys for the game, and I will take you if your dad doesn’t make it home. Cleaning up the cracker crumbs they are having as an after school snack, when the phone rings, my daughter saying she is going to stop over later and bring her two littlest children to play with these little ones in about a half hour. The girls leave to the game, I take the clothes out of the dryer and fold them to be put away, but run back upstairs when I hear my daughter has arrived. Two of the farm cats have made it into the house with the children, so I commence to chase them around the house until they are caught, and tossed back outside.
We sit and chat while the little ones play, and the girls come home from the game, and my daughter leaves. The kids go to dinner with their parents, I reheat a piece of chicken and then come down stairs to get the laundry, but realize I have yet to do my blog. So here I sit trying to think of something to write about. I decide on the title of the Mom Syndrome, but don’t know where it will go from there.
As parents we need to take time for ourselves, so we will have a reserve to give to others. I realize I have not done my Bible reading yet today. The devil has a way of keeping us so busy we don’t do the most important things. Refuel our hearts, minds, and our souls. Take the time every day to reconnect with your Father, and listen to what he is going to say to you today! Don’t be guilty of the MOM SYNDROME!
We as authors can often let minor things distract us from what we know we should be doing. Take time to reorganize, rethink, regroup, and refresh. You won’t be sorry!
Let all things be done decently and in order.
I Corinthians 14:40
Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house.
And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word.
But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me.
And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things:
But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
Luke 10:38-42
To be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled.
Titus 2:5