You’ll have to pardon my lack of blog postings recently. The past week has been, shall we say, challenging. For me, anyway.

Poor hubs had the flu all week, Jack was feverish for a couple of days, baby V was fussy…so this mama was just plain worn out. Completely and utterly.

I really hope I don’t sound like I’m complaining or not grateful for my little family (because I totally am), but really, there were moments when I was needed by everyone and felt like I was a robot. Going through the motions. Wiping noses, changing diapers, sweeping the floor, checking temperatures, laundry, making dinner, soothing the baby, nursing the baby…

I’m sure all you moms know exactly what I’m talking about. Where everything in life revolves around meeting the needs of everyone except yourself.

That’s just where I’m at. And I know it’s only a phase, and it will get better. But, honestly, some days feel like they will never end.

But right now, I think it’s where God wants me to be. Crying out to HIM for strength. For wisdom and guidance and patience. Realizing that I need Him desperately.

And one day, things will change and I will have more time to do the things that I want to do. Like our friends Kent & Sheila reminded us a few weeks ago, the days are long but the years are short. So very true.

On this Monday morning, I will enjoy the momentary quietness as Violet naps in her swing, Avery plays dress-up, and Jack pretends to cook dinner.

Over and out.

{I painted the canvas above for my mother-in-law who is battling cancer.}

January 17, 2011 — Aimee Weaver