It's that season.
Somehow both Jason and I have our busiest seasons at the same time. While he's out making sure turkey orders are correct and coming home at bedtime seven days a week, I'm tending to the needs of five little people and doing more than my average shooting and editing.
For someone that enjoys a clean house and order, presentable children and peace, this is not the time for that. Throughout the day, I find myself seeking help from God because I do not know how I can possibly get it all done. It's a reminder that life is not meant to be this busy, thankfully, and the reason I am feeling this way is because it's off balance. But we have to endure this time, because that's what pays the bills. January will come.
Until then.
While loading all children in the car...my voice may have an edge to it.
One baby will have a gob of mud in his mouth.
Or chalk. Or leaves. (that happened today, several times)
One child will be missing shoes (guess who).
The other will be in a ridiculous hand-picked outfit with scraggly hair and a dirty face.
Another baby may not have pants on because they were too muddy to wear.
One kid may be forced to do his homework in the car while in transit.
One mother may have consumed three shots of espresso.
A set of twins may have had chunks of turkey for two meals in a row because their mom hasn't had a chance to make their food.
One couple may be sitting late at night in front of their computers, not communicating, but working, working, working, because it's the only time they can get anything done.
The list goes on.
This season is a great reminder of how important silence and a slow-paced lifestyle is.
And I can't wait to get back to it.
In the meantime, you can find me on occasion coming up for air.
While loading all children in the car...my voice may have an edge to it.
One baby will have a gob of mud in his mouth.
Or chalk. Or leaves. (that happened today, several times)
One child will be missing shoes (guess who).
The other will be in a ridiculous hand-picked outfit with scraggly hair and a dirty face.
Another baby may not have pants on because they were too muddy to wear.
One kid may be forced to do his homework in the car while in transit.
One mother may have consumed three shots of espresso.
A set of twins may have had chunks of turkey for two meals in a row because their mom hasn't had a chance to make their food.
One couple may be sitting late at night in front of their computers, not communicating, but working, working, working, because it's the only time they can get anything done.
The list goes on.
This season is a great reminder of how important silence and a slow-paced lifestyle is.
And I can't wait to get back to it.
In the meantime, you can find me on occasion coming up for air.