I, like most moms, have times when I feel overwhelmed by all the things I am supposed to/would like to/wish I could do. But then there are the times when, despite the chaos and sleep deprivation, I manage to have a clean home, a balanced checkbook, pleasant children, a happy husband, and some little bit of sanity left to spare. This past Labor Day was one of those shining moments of domesticity.
I was up and at the store just after six. My friend, Lisa, was here by seven and many hours later we had turned this:
I am by no means a domestic expert. But every now and then I find myself rolling up my sleeves and reminding myself (and I think probably my husband and children, too) just how strong a mom can be - how strong I am. Being a mom is exhausting - physically, emotionally, and spiritually. And I can do it. Sometimes I can do it pretty darn well!