Chrystal’s Chronicles Repost (5/24/13): Reread this post and while I agree striving to be a good wife and mom is not work for wimps, the seasons of motherhood absolutely do change.  Older children in the mix means that I have more help. I no longer am nursing babies and my boys can bathe themselves.  Dinner duty is on rotation and I have two other drivers in the house to help with chauffeuring.  It changes.  If you are in the middle of mothering young children, hang in there.  And enjoy it! It only lasts for a little while…


It occurred to me this evening as I got up to clean up the kitchen that I didn’t feel like it. What was more amazing is that I realized how many times over the last week, month, and year I’ve felt the same way about quite a few of my new found responsibilities in wifehood, and mothering.

Truth is, there is very little room for selfishness and for whining in this place of servanthood. If I took the route of bemoaning my fate, things would only get worse and then I’d have a bigger whole to dig myself out of.

If I don’t do the dishes, they pile up. If I don’t do the laundry, we have no clean clothes. If I don’t pay the bills, we have no electricity (worse no TV).

I can’t even imagine what life would look like around here if I did only what I feel like doing. Hence, I’ve discovered that this path in life is not for sissies or for women who are not made of tough stuff.

I’ve discovered that my best days are the ones where I arise early to get myself together before the troops converge and also where I got to bed later than everyone to make sure that things are at a good starting place for tomorrow.

Today, I started dinner shortly after finishing breakfast. Putting a chicken in the crockpot made my dinner prep all of 30 minutes at 6pm. Making gravy, roasting potatoes, cooking up some rice, and throwing together a salad was almost effortless. I also, made a menu for the rest of the week that allowed me to make my grocery list, which made it possible for me to get in and out of the grocery store in 30 minutes flat. Being semi-dressed (dressed but not glamorous) before my crew arose allowed me to somewhat composed when my doorbell rang. These are small things but huge when I can sigh at the end of the day and realize that I’ve given my all.

A day like this shines in comparison to those where I have been depressed, feeling behind, hungry, discombobulated, and stressed. Most of those days involved my self-pity and my whining about how hard things are and how much of it I can’t do.

Deciding to take my home and family on like a champ and not cowering…basically not being a PUNK….has made this day flow a lot smoother.

I tell you….everyday I live is another day that I idolize my mother’s ability to keep it all together for us and then step out of the house looking like a million bucks. I’m not there 🙂 but I figure I’ll get the hang of it one day. As long as I don’t punk out!