The Law of Sacrifice

Living the law

one midnight tri-fold-board project at a time.

Mission Accomplished

Tuesdays are the crazy day.  Today was crazier still with no Dallin, two timing changes, and an extra errand.  I announced the harried Tuesday schedule at Family Home Evening yesterday.  I reminded everyone in the morning of the plan.  I repeated the sequence of events to myself frequently through the day to ensure I had it.  I made everyone their own personalized list of things they must do with no mother there to remind them--things like put on your basketball shorts, eat dinner, practice the piano, and walk to swimming lessons.  On my first trip out the door with three kids in tow, I scratched out the drop-off/pick-up schedule because I felt sure I might confuse a drop-off or a pick-up somewhere along the line and Eliza would be left at the basketball court with her violin or Naomi would be abandoned at swimming lessons to walk home dripping in her swimming suit.

I got everyone everywhere.  On time.  Cheerfully.  And I miraculously remembered it was garbage day and took the garbage out. 

Hooray for me!  Good thing I wasn't fired yesterday, after all.

No Other Job in The World

I can't imagine any job in the world that I could work at for 24 hours a day, for 12 1/2 years, with almost no vacation time, or sick leave...

A job that I would desperately desire to be successful at and pour my soul and 100% of my energies into...

And yet, I would still feel like a failure.

Any other job, if I failed for 12 1/2 years,

would fire me. 

Joy in a Vase

Thank you, Wanda!