#LivingTheDream

  • by Trish Berg
  • February 11, 2014
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Struggling with loads of laundry, clutter in the kitchen and chaos in your life? Stress can easily steal our joy. Trish Berg reminds us to simplify the small stuff and find Joy in the Journey. Yesterday was one of those days. It was crazy-busy, and started with a trip to the emergency room the night before when our eldest daughter injured her hand (don’t ask how). On ER trip and three hours later, we had no broken bones and three tired people heading home for bed. The next morning dawned and we got everybody launched to school and work. As a teacher, Mike had a long day with conferences after school, and Colin had basketball practice, which left me to get kids where they needed to go. I rushed home from work to pick up Sydney and Riley. I dropped Riley off with Mike at the intermediate school as he needed to get her to a 4H meeting when his conferences were over. I picked Colin up after his basketball practice, and dropped Sydney off at the high school for her appointment with the high school counselor for our scheduling appointment. I drove Colin home so he could shower and get ready for his own high school orientation meeting, and I headed back in to join Sydney at her meeting. We scheduled her classes for next year, and the counselor went ahead and gave me Colin’s paperwork so he could skip the meeting. What a blessing. So Colin had the night off. Whew, saved some sanity there. Sydney and I left from that meeting for Wooster so she could attend her junior fair board meeting. Mike left conferences and took Riley directly to 4H. Meanwhile, Hannah was home with her sore hand, and both older girls were missing their spring musical practice. I guess you can’t be everywhere and do everything, at least not at the same time. I sat in the minivan (otherwise known as my office, napping spot and manicure station, depending on the day and my mood). I waited there for her ti finish her meeting, and then together, we headed for home. At 8:00 pm, we pulled into the lane at the same time as Mike arrived home from his evening of running. We grabbed some chili from the crockpot which had been simmering all day long, completed some homework, and dragged our tired selves off to bed for the night with a thirteen hour day behind us. I am not sure how we survive these crazy-busy days of raising teenagers, but somehow we do. I was reminded yesterday of a scene that plays in my mind over and over again. When our oldest child, Hannah, was about eight months old, I remember sitting her in her high chair in the kitchen and feeding her lunch and crying as I fed her. I wondered if I would ever again get out of the house and ever have any sort of life of my own. I wondered if I would even again sleep eight straight hours through the night. Well, somehow we survived those baby and toddler years. We conquered the insomnia, crying children, midnight tears and dirty diapers. So I know that somehow we will survive these days of carpooling and chaos. And when we finally get to the other side, we will remember with fondness the crazy schedules, crockpot dinners and busy teenagers. Until then, I will just remind myself that we are healthy and blessed and living the dream. And hopefully I remember to fill the gas tank on the drive home from work.


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