OK, Mom, you’ve spent time in God’s Word and had some decent prayer, which marks the only time you will likely be sitting still for any length of time for the next 12 hours of your day - unless you’re nursing a baby, and I’ve done that while standing up, sweating in the heat of summer, stirring gravy, while correcting toddlers, which, I imagine, so have many of you.  So…all that to say that nursing a baby isn’t necessarily break-time!

You’re up and running, preparing the oatmeal, throwing in a load of laundry, unloading the dishwasher, dicing potatoes to toss in the crock pot - the race is on to accomplish every…last…possible…thing you can, while the rest of the house sleeps.  Once the crew is served, dishes done, children directed to their next assignment, you’re on your next assignment, be it correcting papers, running a carpool, spanking a bottom, browning the meat, refilling containers, pre-treating a stain, searching for keys, chasing the crawler…

As you - possibly - sit to eat a sandwich for lunch (if you’re not eating it while bopping about, doing 6 more things), you grab the pepper, give it a shake, and realize - this needs to be refilled.  Drats. Thought I had it all done.  Then, upon visiting the rest-room : ) you find 2 squares of 2-ply left on the cardboard roll - drats - T.P. needs refilled throughout the house. You run to the ‘linen closet’ (fancy word for place you shove everything you might need, ever, to wash, fix, clean, sleep, medicate, etc.) and, while searching for T.P., you notice this closet has never been so messy.  Drats.  Add ‘clean linen closet’ to the list.

It’s always ONE MORE THING.  Praise Him!

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