In This Twilight, Our Choices Seal Our Fate

The sheets are dirty.

The dishes are greasy.

The kids' nails need clipped.

Crumbs stick to my feet when I walk through the house.

Our yard looks shamefully cluttered and unkempt.

Dirty laundry is everywhere.

The trash needs emptied.

The dog is un-brushed and un-played with.

Thistles once again threaten to overtake our fields.

The kitchen cabinets are sticky.

The bathroom is grimy.

I can't remember if I've paid all the bills for the month, and don't have time to check.

We've eaten out too many times this month for health, sanity, or frugality.  (But less than last year!)

I haven't overseen the kids' homework for a couple of weeks.



Can you tell it's October? 

Only a day or two more of massive overtime production...and then some peace and quiet.  I keep making little mental lists of all the activities I'd like to do when we may live again.  I remember having friends, a love life, spending time with the kids.  I look forward to those things.

I am grateful for the income, don't get me wrong. It's just that working intense overtime all day, every day from home with one's spouse is uniquely stressful.  Every time, we try to think of all the ways we can be more prepared to deal with the rush and handle it more gracefully.  I think we have made huge progress, but I still feel at the end of my tether. 

Two more days.