Tuesday: Schooling, find a way to make the neighbors dogs stop pooping in my yard, RULE THE MACHINE, not snack away the calories I just blasted on the machine (even though I will be baking a king cake for Fat Tuesday because I AM a Louisiana girl...), don't get overwhelmed with the fact that hubby won't come home until 10:00 PM tonight...
Wednesday: Remember that Awanas is tonight, panic and force scripture down my children's throats, school, find time to MACHINE but give every excuse I can NOT to because then I would have to fix my hair for church, leave the house just long enough to bump into someone Catholic and accidentally tell them they have a smudge on their forehead (because somehow I do this EVERY year on Ash Wednesday) schooling, church, pass out.
Thursday: School, Machine, Begin the process of repainting my china cabinet, get overwhelmed with the process and give up after completely dismantling it, move it all to the garage and wait for inspiration, nap during nap time (feel guilty for not using nap time for the MACHINE to work off all that King Cake), pray for a sunny day so the kids can play outside all afternoon while I drink coffee and read magazines, go to a meeting where I smile and pretend to be a good minister's wife, leave this meeting to go to a friend's house where I drink more coffee and laugh about pretending to be a good minister's wife.
Friday: "Public School" day (this means we do school at the library...in public), freak out when I realize the kids aren't calm enough to do school in the library (again), come home frustrated with myself for trying (again), read during nap time instead of the Machine, feel guilty for reading instead of exercising, plant my kids in front of a movie so that I can get on the machine and stop feeling guilty.
Saturday: oversleep, frustrate the whole family by forcing them to do Saturday chores. Hope to go to "Tweekend" and hear Jon Acuff speak, because he's just really funny (http://www.jonacuff.com/stuffchristianslike/, if you haven't checked this out you should), drag my kids there with me because I forgot to find a babysitter and hubby is working there, not enjoy it because my kids don't think he's so funny. Go home, read more magazines and drink more coffee.
Sunday: Worship. Sleep. Do nothing. Sabbath like there's no tomorrow.
A week inside my brain. Scary, isn't it?
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amy, i love your honesty. this is awesome. wish we lived closer and i could laugh with you about pretending to be a good minister's wife, too (which, i know you are anyway). we are so alike in so many ways. thanks for sharing so i know i'm not the only one who has these same thoughts, struggles, etc...
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Dear Amy, I needed this little laugh today. Just thought that I'd let you know my best friend was/is a "good minister's wife" but when she's in my house, we have a pact - we pull down the blinds and she can yell, scream, dress up like a clown, eat chocolate cake with her fingers, whatever she wants, she has a "safe" haven in my home, and I still love her ever after all that. Glad that you have a friend like that too :).
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