Occasionally, I am asked this question in one form or another. I usually smile and mumble something about "lots of prayer".
Recently, though, a friend who has just begun homeschooling three daughters asked, "How do you get up each morning and keep yourself from saying, 'I can NOT do this. It is too much.'?"
I think I said something about knowing the feeling in addition to the "lots of prayer" mumble, but I have since thought about it and would like to address it more thoroughly.
As for me, I'll start with home and personal appearance.
When someone asks, "How do you DO it?" I am certain that I am not doing it as cleverly as it might appear. What I mean by that is when I am meeting a friend for lunch, I want to be well dressed and groomed. I am not always so well dressed and groomed, though.
When I have friends over for dinner, I like for my house to be orderly and neat, but my house isn't always so orderly and neat.
I'm not saying that I fake my way through life, but just that people naturally like to put their best face forward, and that is what others see, and may interpret as the ONLY face.
Which it isn't.
There are plenty of days when I go through the entire day with baby snot on my shirt, oatmeal in my hair, and little peanut buttery fingerprints on my pants.
One day, I remember going to the library with a new baby in a sling and all the rest of the kids in tow. I noticed that the librarian's gaze kept going to the hair falling around my shoulders. I thought, "She must be admiring my curls." When I got out to Hogzilla, though, I took a look in the mirror and saw a big ol' glob of spit up in my hair!
On any given day, there is usually at least one mess, probably more, at my house that is waiting to be dealt with. We may have a basket of clean, folded clothes that has been overturned on the floor before they made it to their final destination, and a sticky kitchen floor from a lemonade spill that was wiped up hastily.
One evening when we were entertaining guests, I ducked into the guest bathroom to make sure everything was in order after I had seen a couple of the children come and go from there. Toilet paper? Check. Hand towel? Check. Soap? Check. As I turned to go, my eyes fell on the light switch and I said a silent prayer, "Oh, dear Lord, PLEASE let that be chocolate."
I did a quick clean up with my homemade Clorox sanitizing spray, just in case.
If you looked in the bathroom towel cabinet right now, you would see that the towels are not folded and stacked neatly, but rather wadded and stuffed haphazardly. I noticed it earlier in the week and honestly haven't had the time or energy to address the reteaching of that chore to the offending party. It's on my list of things to do, though! (By the way, Honey, there's something I need to talk to you about when you get home from work.) OH! QUIT IT! I'm kidding! It wasn't him!
That list of things to do is never ending. There is always something to reteach or redo or work out or work on.
How I "do it" is the same as everyone else. One thing at a time. Then right on to the next thing.
And lots of prayer.
More on that next time.
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