Weariness, No Bleariness!

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Matthew 11:28 (NIV)

This is where I am right now! So weary that my vision is bleary, I mean blurry. I am literally so worn out that I cannot even see straight at this very moment.

G has been out of town this week and does not return until Friday. This is actually not that different from a non-traveling work week for him. Most days he gets home after the children are in bed. But there is just something about knowing that he will be home at some point that calms my spirit and provides such comfort to me.

So I have been holding down the fort this week on my own, which is a tough task against this tribe of wild Indians I call my children!

Baby B has started pulling up and lately I have had to sacrifice my body as his toy of choice in which to practice these new found skills. This child is never still. He is constantly out of breath these days. He is doing that much climbing. And that climbing is all over me! I can't even put into words the drama that unfolds during diaper changes as I tussle with this one to keep him still. I'm not much of a rodeo gal, but I have to say that I am getting pretty good at steer wrestling! I've got the bumps and bruises to prove it. Really. You would be shocked.

And then there is sweet little S, who is all of 2 right now. He is averaging about 3 tantrums before I can even get breakfast on the table. I somehow seem to have forgotten these highs and lows of toddlerhood. Must have blocked the lows out of my memory! Luckily S is still distractible, and I continue to use the many tricks (ie candy and cookies, no, not really, I would never resort to that!) up my sleeve to get us through these melt-downs.

Little G has had a full school schedule this week, too. Homework here is ever increasing, and we are still working to catch him up to where the children are academically in his class. I've also been challenged with the fact that G's school seems to thrive on spur-of-the-moment activities in which we are scrounging to find Wellies and rain hats and umbrellas for a song contest with one day's notice. That does nothing for a type-A overly scheduled mum!

I am half-way through this week on my own. Counting down the hours until G returns. Praying for the Lord to renew my soul, refresh my spirit and repair my jungle-gym body!