Wearing a Mask of Relief
We have been home from camp almost a week. And though I enjoyed it, it was a lot of work. Christian did his own thing. But it was up to me to get the little kids up in the morning and to class and to meals and to church in the evenings. To make sure they were supervised when they were swimming. To make sure they ate something other than dessert and soda for every meal in the cafeteria. To make sure they didn't get lost in the dark. And it was up to me, after a long day, to get them to bed at night. It was a good week. I'm glad that we went. But It was exhausting... like a lot of things that I do with my little kids in tow. A friend of mine approached me on the last day and commented that she believed there was something wrong. She said I didn't seem to be acting like myself. I assured her that what she had seen for the last week, was indeed my everyday life. I told her that what she sees when I come to her house...