Life is Work

Well.  Some days are better than others. 
Last night I had to go to the store at 8pm to fill up a tire (that went nearly flat 30 minutes later again) and pick up some food.

Let me back track and say, the day wasn't so bad.  Its just an adjustment having two children and dinner to cook and housework.  I keep trying to remind myself that my job here on the earth isn't housework (ok - SORT OF.  Because part of keeping my family running is keeping us semi organized.  Which includes constant dishes and laundry).  My relationship with my husband and bringing up our two children, that is my current purpose on the earth. 

I was thinking this as I went shopping at 8pm instead of sitting on my butt watching a movie. 

My great-grandmother once told me that life was work.  I had told her Bill worked a LOT in Afganistan and you could almost hear her shrug as she said "Life is work."  And I think about how hard she and my great-grandfather worked in their day. 

Over and over I thought "It's okay.  This is your purpose."

As I left the store, I couldn't help it.  I shook my head and  thought to myself,  "Yeah.  You just keep telling yourself that."

That sarcastic person my friends is Molly.  She doesn't actually get out too much.

Today is hard for any other number or reasons, most of which involves some guilt about not 1)keeping Miriam on schedule.  2)not even attempting to do those dishes or 3) any number of other things I am not accomplishing right now.   Like helping Miriam on her computer game.  (Wait!  More guilt! Why is she on the computer AGAIN?)

I do know it will get better (the three of us not being sick might help too).  So I'm just going to get back to my "purpose" - they need to eat lunch before we fix the leaky tire.