As much as I sometimes wish I were still working, it’s weeks like this that make me glad I’m not.
February is always busy for us. There are several Scout events every February, but this year, things are even more hectic than usual.
We’re deep in the midst of two remodeling/redecorating projects. Our circa-1975 master bathroom is currently without a shower and will soon be without a toilet, sink, and vanity for a short time. We’ve been sharing a bathroom with our four lovely and extremely understanding children for about three weeks. It’s getting old, but this is one of those first world problems–the fact that we currently only have one shower and will soon have only two indoor toilets for a couple of days. Again, perspective is all, isn’t it?
The second project is our family room. I’ve potty-trained four children and endured one aging pet on that carpet. It’s time to let it go. We’re also planning to paint, replace a door, and improve the current entertainment system. Our goal is to transition the room from a little kid’s playroom to a big kid’s video game/board game/foosball/slumber party room. We want to make our house the one kids want to come to.
There are also innumerable other small projects around our house–things that were neglected when I was working. I am slowly purging the junk from our garage. I spent my Sunday painting our hallway (there is a lot to tape off in a hallway–I had six doors alone). Of course, now that I’ve painted the hallway, I realize how awful the other walls look. More painting is surely on tap soon.
Oh, and amid all of this chaos, we’re still trying to be Super Scout Parents. Mr. P camped over the weekend with our eldest son’s Boy Scout Troop. I’m now committed to helping a group set up a new American Heritage Girls troop in addition to serving in my daughters’ current troop. Our younger son’s Cub Scout Pack is just starting a new fundraiser.
Of course, school is ongoing, as is church. And church . . . I’m starting to wonder if perhaps I’m not the reason I don’t fit in. I’ve been very consistent about Bible reading, scripture memorizing, and praying lately, and I still didn’t fit in when I went this past weekend. What’s worse, I don’t really think my children are being spiritually fed. It may be time to find some other place for all of us to grow. Whether that means supplementing services with our own Bible studies outside of church or just finding another church remains to be seen. More on that another time . . .
This week doesn’t promise any break in the pace of the past month. We have plans every day and/or evening this week. I’m extremely fortunate that one day is designated for me to spend with my best friend–a bit of relaxation for two moms who spend most of our time rushing kids from one place to the next. But most of the remainder of our week will be spent remodeling, running to and from Scout events, and kicking off a little Bible study for a small group of middle school kids.
Whew. Are you tired yet? I am. And yet, I’m holding up under pressure.
There was a time when I wouldn’t have been holding up. I’d have been panicky and stressed and waspish. I’d have been worrying about getting time to work and time to clean the house and time to take the boys out to do their fundraising and time to take kids to the library for research and time to connect with Mr. P and and and . . . And I would have been tempted to beg off from my planned day with my best friend for the sake of trying to catch a few hours to work, and most likely, those hours would have instead been spent grocery-shopping or doing laundry or mopping a floor.
But now? There are no work demands. And as much as I do miss the work itself, I do not miss the person it made me or the stress it brought.
So yes, we’re busy. But I’m more sane than I was last February. And in my world, “more sane” is progress.
Till next we meet . . .