The latest on being a normal housewife

This is Tim's second full week of work, and I know more of what to expect. Last week I missed him rather a lot. The kids need more of me when he's not here, so I feel a bit drained. However, ever the opptomist, I am game for the new routine. Mostly.

Things in the house have settled down a bit since I last posted. (I've never met a crisis that lasted very long.)There's still lots going on, though. All of it in the form of children, school, and housework. Three of my favorite things.

Tim no longer brings me coffee in the mornings. Alas. My days of being spoiled are a thing of the past. He's out the door at 6:30 am, and so that's when I pry my eyes open and glare at the day. I jest...it's actually easier to get up, now that I've switched to decaff. Who would have thought? I am no longer dependant upon the caffine to wake me, so my brain begins to function almost immediately.

I bought a crockpot at Costco. I'm pretty much in love with my crockpot. Tim no longer cooks every night of my life, so I am compelled to magical feats of culinary wonder.

The kids really do require more than I expected during the day. They need to be driven to their various classes, of course, so that's a lot of pillars in my day. But they need more from me emotionally than they did before. I help with homework. They bicker amongst themselves rather a lot. They want to each ask me seperately, and repeatedly, what our plans for the day are. They are messy and needy. The whole thing wears me down a bit, by the time Tim gets home. I'm an awesome mom, huh?

It's an adjustment, for sure.

I always thought I could be Super Mom. This fantasy persisted until my eldest reached about 10. Now, I live in the confidence that I've no idea what I'm doing. I pray that my children won't need too much therapy when they are adults. I pray that I will love them enough. I pray that I won't wring their necks. I pray that they would be nice to each other. I pray that I would be nice to them. Parenting is really good for prayer.

I'm going to go pray, in fact. Then I need to refill my cup o' decaff, and begin parenting.