And I've tried because it's a grating distraction with all there is to do. Let's see. There's nine hours devoted to work, door to door, and that's only the beginning. After that, there's still the need to:
- read the bible through the year,
- work out for an hour,
- put a tasty yet healthy homemade dinner on the table,
- the one that's not strewn with computers and mice and sermon notes,
- maintain a spotless and exquisitely decorated home,
- regardless of the fact that I have teenagers who undo my work with their every move,
- not neglect my nightly regimen to defy the aging process,
- (because, honestly, what would happen if we actually looked our age?)
- and rear children who are beautiful, accomplished, talented, obedient, and straight A students.
Are you tired yet?
Our precious church girls pictured with parental permission.
I think I Need A Silent Night even though it's only May, because I've run out of daylight and I still haven't paid the bills, done our family devotion, or planted spring flowers by the front door yet. And pray? Well, that requires closing one's eyes, and you know what happens when I do that. I haven't gotten past "Dear Lord, thank you for your...zzzzzzz..." since Saturday.
I'm not sure what to do about all this. How does one stop keeping up with the Joneses, and who are they anyway? Could they really be me and my own expectation of perfection?
Darn it, I think I've stumbled across my invalid search for approval again.
But I'm manicured, tweezed, colored and wearing amazing shoes, so who could notice that I'm really falling behind faster than you can reapply your lipstick?
You know what a train wreck is? It's neat little coupled compartments organized in a tidy row barreling through so fast, the whole thing flies off track.
Have you ever been derailed? How do you get back on track?
I'm sharing this at Michelle's and Jen's and will be exploring this theme as the week unfolds. Join me, won't you?
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To read the whole series:
A Desperate Housewife