IT'S TOUGH BEING A WOMAN...

In honor of Katy's blog and our new Beth Moore Bible Study, I decided to spare Katy's blog readers and let you in on my second of the week,

"It's tough being a woman..." . When you have 15 minutes in between ballet and basketball practice. Here is what needs to happen in those 15 minutes:
- grab t-shirt, socks, shoes and shorts for basketball
- pack a heathly snack
- pick up house, someone will be there at 5:30
- make sure your other child does not drive off in your car when you are doing the above list.

Oh and by the way, we are on our way back from Amarillo from a well check doc appt. for little brother and birthday shopping for the big party on Saturday, (but I will think about the party tomorrow). AND, there is no cell phone service for some arbitrary reason.

Race home, grab the basketball uniform stuff, forget the shorts, because I bought new ones at Target today! Fill up bottles with gatorade and get a snack.

Put stuff away in places it does not belong, because someone is coming. The trash makes it from the kitchen to the back porch, one more step closer to the garbage bin in the alley.

Rush to the ballet studio, here is your stuff sweetie go change. Haul all of her stuff, clothes, back pack and lunch box to the car. "Uh mommy, these shorts are too big". "Great, I think to myself, I just pulled off the tag with my teeth, no way to return for a different size now." "Can you just roll up the waist band," I ask. "I can," she says sweetly, "but they will fall down when I run I need my other shorts mom." "oh and did you see all the books I brought home from the library?" She carts out more stuff to go in the car.

As I race home for a second unplanned stop, I pray, "Dear Lord, I'm not sure where those shorts are, but please help me to find them quickly, there is no telling where I put them. Oh and God, if they are in the laundry basket, please make sure there is not a wet towel on top of them!"

Before I exit the car, I switch dvds for our darling son, who is being patient and sweet, rip open a snack package for darling daughter, unstick the lid from her water bottle, put the car in park and my feet barely hit the pavement as I run in to the laundry basket. I am at this moment....

...an Octopus, limbs flailing all doing a task independent of one another and yet all timed and sequenced at just the right moment.

I march into the house, the theme from Star Wars playing in my head, when the rebel troops are about to attack. Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum

"that laundry basket is mine I think".

I dump it out, luckily the shorts are in the bottom, not wet by a towel on top, just a little rumpled. I quickly put everything back in, afterall, I am showing a house in a few minutes.

I walk out triumphant waving them above my head.

Today, life did not beat me, I am victorious! I can bring home the bacon (oh well, actually my hubsand does, but I'm very supportive), fry it up in a pan, ( ok technically, my kids really like the pre-cooked microwave kind) and as far as pans (we are doing a lot of disposable these days!) and never forget IT IS TOUGH BEING A WO-MAN!

Praise! And if you have never grabbed something out of the dirty clothes before the laundry fairy comes, please do not read or respond to this ranting!