Life is supposed to be hard. No, really and honestly: hard. Full of bumps in the road, pain, heartache, limitations, and struggle. As much as I rail against that, life would be of little use to us without it.
I try (with limited success) to remember that in blog reading, 99% of the time I see the blogger's best (like we see others at church), while I focus mostly on my own worst. Granted, I'm coming out of a solid year of illness (after only feeling moderately good for less than a year), am still stuck in up-late-and-in-the-night-with-the-baby-even-though-the-baby-isn't, and still haven't hit the "settled in" two year mark in this house (and won't get to). But in my own mind, those aren't good enough excuses.
The only thing I've been able to come up with (with so much prayer and pondering and struggling) is to simplify. Drastically. Time is so limited (especially with the children home all the time), that I just have to simplify. It's a scary and frustrating process, but I'm starting. We have accumulated quite the pile of boxes full of things saved (we all know the excuses, so I'll forbear), and I'm worn out from endlessly hunting for things I know we have, but can't find in the excess. My neighborhood has a community garage sale coming up in a couple weeks, and I'll be a part of it.
I'll try to let you know how it goes . . .