I used to be a planner.
I’d write everything down because I liked to watch the ink of a nice pen flow to paper.
I’d make “To Do” lists, and would write items down I’d already completed for the satisfaction of marking it completed.
These days I find myself, my family, in complete survival mode. Instead of looking ahead to plans for the month or week, I live life 2 minutes at a time.
Multiple days a week we have professionals fill our home. There is no privacy. Every aspect of our lives is open to people who we barely know, who have opinions on how to raise our kids.
The dark hole on my phone known as “Messages” has become somehow even more unnoticed.
I’m now the mom who sends her kids to school with no hat and only 1 glove. JRL books get done if there weren’t melt downs. And the chance that I remember the popcorn quarter is slim.
Through this all, I find time to work. It’s an added stress, but it’s also a huge stress reliever. If I’m not creating, I’m not myself. It’s a catch 22.
Through all of the juggling appointments and big feelings, managing our home, business, and family of 7, I’ve learned how important grace is. In giving and receiving.