let us not be weary in well doing, for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
Galatians
6:9 (KJV)
Parenthood ain't for punks! My running joke is that being a mom is the
toughest job you’ll ever love. (That’s
right, the Peace Corps doesn’t have anything on motherhood.) Sure, at the end of the day it is all worth
it, but what about when the peaches and cream goes sour. In our house, we have outspoken, strong
willed, explorers who sometimes push my husband and I to the very limits. The occasional what were we thinking enters my mind on the days like this week
when Monday is gone, it’s the last week of school, and there is literally nothing
left to give. Burnout has been hovering
over our shoulders for at least three
weeks. It finally decides to show itself
and abruptly stomp on our egos. There is
no wind behind our capes. (Aw, MAN!)
Having children seems to work muscles you never knew you had. When you don’t want to get up in the morning
and you do anyway, flex! When the kiddos
are demanding waffles but cold cereal is on the table, flex! When you fire up the family mobile and drive
your kids to school amid their bickering and fighting, flex! When you’re tired of doing what you’re doing
and somehow it got done anyway, flex! To
all my parental peeps, summer has arrived, you made it! When your see your fellow parent today, slap
him or her high five and say hello! You
have officially made it to Summer Break!
When you recharge your batteries a bit the adventure begins. (Superhero anthem begins to play) Have a wonderful day!
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