I planned on mopping, prepping homeschool stuff, and folding some laundry. The first day back from a weekend like this, alone with the kids, is HARD. I don’t want to be rushing in the morning and feeling overwhelmed.
Honestly, most of the lists, goals, plans that my husband and I have made year after year have not come to fruition.
Don’t be tempted to become enslaved to the title you’ve arrested yourself under and thereby become a faithful servant to that “title” instead of the Lord.
No one was there to praise me for how I managed the house or the kids. And the world certainly didn’t exalt my line of work either. No promotion. No monetary compensation. And although I wouldn’t change anything because I knew the seeds that I was sowing were eternal in nature, the temporal feeling of loneliness was nonetheless felt.
