Frazzled much?

This is me today.

My sick husband is knocked out thanks to the hibernating-induced Nyquil.  Last night's makeup is smudged under my tired eyes and when I look in the mirror, my usually flawless skin has been invaded by an eyesore of a zit above my lip.  I'm still wearing my husband's sweatpants, the last clean article of clothing that could possibly fit my new I-just-made-and-delivered-a-baby-curves.  Naturally, my sweet little boy spit up, or more accurately, projected milk all over those too.  Right before he marked them, he kept pulling away from nature's bottle and cooing at me.  It was the sweetest breakfast moment ever...until breakfast came right back up.  Instead of using Cash's very short 45 minute nap to take care of me (you know, shower, brush my teeth, etc.), I decided that our business needed my attention more, so I tried to begin tackling my very long list of to do's.   Currently, I'm playing the part of Client Manager, Client Consultant, Configuration Manager, and Marketing. It was hard to nail down what is priority because it's ALL important.  Somehow a few emails and phone calls in, I found myself tidying our bathrooms and then taking out all the trash which then reminded me I had to start my 5 loads of laundry.  Cash woke up starving promptly 45 minutes later.  Well, he thought he was starving to death anyway, but in reality he probably eats every 1-2 hours!  Phone started ringing off the hook again as I watched my inbox grow with more and more unread, new messages.  I put the baby in his bouncy seat and rushed out to the laundry room to switch over our loads and tried to make haste back to the kitchen, so I could throw something, anything together to put in my own belly.  I'm so thankful I sampled the veggie patties at Costco last week.  Slap it between a bun with some pickles and lettuce, and voila.  Lunch is ready, but not before Cash realizes he is not in close proximity to his milk source.  As I tried to entertain him and all but throw the sandwich in my mouth whole, someone knocked on the door.  What a sight my landlord did see when I greeted him, none too happily either.  He wanted to make sure that our Christmas tree gets dumped properly and that the tree stand by my front door gets moved to the garage.   Oh, sir, I have a list of to do's for you too, but I wasn't about to bring them up while Mt. St. Crater sits above my lip.   On the verge of tears, I apologized and said we'd take care of it.  Of course, Cash was fussing again and husband awoke wanting to know who was at the door...

My Ideal

These are not the days I had pictured in my head when I romanticized being a grown up.  Undoubtedly, God has lead us here and only He can possibly give me the wisdom to prioritize and manage my responsibilities.  I know only He can give me strength, patience, and joy.  I know that today is actually easier than the days to come.  It's only going to get more complicated as both our family and business grow.  Through feelings of overwhelmed-ness and incapability, I will ask God to make me like the virtuous woman in Proverbs 31:25.

    



                             
              She is clothed with strength and dignity; 
                                    
             she can laugh at the days to come.