I have so much to do this weekend that I really have no business blogging.
You are thinking, “I have so much to do this weekend that I really have no business reading your blog.”
Should we just ditch it all and go for coffee?
I’ll give you but one example of the title of this post in action and then I will open up the comments for discussion. ; ) Yesterday was a crazy busy kind of morning, mainly because my 8-year-old had an appointment at the eye doctor’s at the painfully early hour
of 8:00 a.m.
Now you need to know something about this homeschooling family of seven. We are not an early morning kind of group! Well, the mother in this family is…but she prefers to profit from the first few hours of the morn to tend to her needs, if you know what I mean.
(This puppy, by the way, has thrown my schedule for a loop. She starts yapping from her crate in her cute but annoyingly loud way at 6:00 a.m. I shush her but she does not yet get it.)
So to have all five kids dressed and ready and in the van by 7:30 was practically all that I could handle. The thought of actually making it downtown, finding a parking spot for our big white barge, and then (I dreaded this most of all), shepherding five groggy kids into the office and getting the 3-year-old to behave the whole time was…unbearable.
I’m thinking at that point that I needed another eight cups of coffee.
And I’m also thinking, “Well, Lord, this certainly isn’t my will. I assume it must be Yours.” I tried to give myself over—yucky, tired, fearful feelings and all—to Him.
I’ll tell you. Grace took over.
Grace came in and took the wheel.
Having been given a copy of this beautiful CD for my birthday, (thank you, Jamie!), I spoke to the kids about St. Faustina and the Divine Mercy revelation. We then gave the sung version of the chaplet a listen.
Believe me, this was a much better, much more peaceful option than putting up with my noisy, crowded cocktail party of a mind the entire way.
When we arrived at the office, I was so very relieved to see that the reception area had been designed by an architect who—unbelievably but thanks be to God—seemed to have the needs of the clinic’s youngest patrons in mind. Toys, an aquarium, a magnetized dry-erase wall, and an lovely little amphitheatre (!) with Disney’s Peter Pan in progress all worked together to make our time there more than bearable.
Of course it was more than bearable. I had asked for help and we’d received it.
Oh, and my 8-year-old has perfect vision. 🙂
Have a beautifully crazy busy kind of weekend, my friend. I promise
I’ll do the same.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,