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Tuesday, February 01, 2011

make time stop

There are seasons of life. I guess I'm in the season that's typical for a married, working mom.
Courtesy
  • Forty-hour weeks
  • Three hours of family time each night - spent doing homework and bathing
  • Weekends playing catch-up on housework instead of family fun
  • Fast-food or delivery to avoid 8 p.m. dinners
 It's a routine rooted in demands and expectations. There isn't any wiggle room.

How is it that the impressionable years of our children coincide with the furor of building a career? It's not fair, to be blunt (and whiny). Do we not have to work to provide? We can't very well put it off until later, lest we sacrifice their college education and a roof over their head. Yet while we're making the way for their future, we're missing out on their today. Our today. It's all very painful right now.

I must be PMSing ...




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