Do Everything You Do...

Steven Curtis Chapman wrote a song. Reminding us to "do everything you do to the glory of the One who made you". (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3YLJCOKOzM&feature=related) My friend Meghan posted the song on my wall on Facebook and was I ever convicted.

You see when I was married, I was blessed (?!) to get to stay home while my husband worked. I made bread, picked up the house, did laundry, cooked, cleaned... you know, I was June Cleaver minus the pearls and skirt. I didn't do so well at first, I was having trouble with housekeeping and such, but I did get the hang of it and did pretty well.

Now, I work 72 hours a week, and I'm going to be honest, when I get home I don't want to cook. I want to shower and relax. I don't want to do laundry. I want to read and be with my daughter. I don't want to clean. I want to write, and maybe do a craft.

Yesterday I cooked 3 meals in advance. Goulash, Taco meat, and a Chile Relleno Quiche. I did my dishes, managed to do 2 loads of laundry, and help my mom build a dog run. Last night I felt I had accomplished something. This morning not so much.

This morning, (as my daughter's karate outfit is tumbling in the dryer, and I look for my keys, find her shoes in the kitchen and race out the door.) I feel like I forgot who I'm supposed to be doing everything for. I'm convinced we aren't meant to be parenting alone. We aren't meant to be divided the way I am now. Guess I need to remember what it is to be the p31 in training. Because somehow, I lost who's glory I'm supposed to be working for.

This message is coming to you from underneath a large pile of laundry. Clean, but not yet folded and put away.

Regards, One Sad Mom