I got a text today from my dad telling me my mom was in the hospital with chest pains. She had a heart attack fifteen years ago, and ever since has had to be monitored closely. The tests are coming out fine, but this is the second time in two weeks that there has been pain, and it would be aggravating to not know why. The news of today was upsetting, but not surprising, given my mom’s advancing age. For the past few weeks I have had conversations about the future with my dad and mom, but only in my head. Seems I can’t bring up topics like nursing homes and funerals as easily as what new thing Elijah is doing or what funny thing Adon did. I do believe that the LORD will walk us through whatever lies ahead, and do not believe having a nursing home at the end of our road is a coincidence.
I exchanged a certain home scheduling book with a book on chores from the same company. This book offers a chore system using reminder cards called chorepacks. I heard about it through the Duggars. Hey, if it works for the Duggars, it behooves us to at least take a look and see if it might work for us. Problem is, I am feeling a bit overwhelmed by life right now and just the thought of reading through the manual makes my eye get to twitching. So, I did what any tired homeschooling mama would do- I assigned reading and implementing it to my two oldest girls. I am really on a roll, after last week assigning them each a cookbook to work through.
Something Luke mentioned one of the times when I was bemoaning my busy-ness was that the older kids ought to be doing their own laundry. Once we started this and I was seeing my baskets less full, I began to feel some hope. It feels good to pass some tasks along to others who are coming up and capable, and I need to be passing along more tasks like this, more often. As the days went by, however, I noticed who of the older set were doing a load of laundry, and who wasn’t. “Noah,” I warned, “you’d best be washing some clothes soon or you won’t have what you need for Sunday,” I said to him one day. He dumped some pants in the community basket, curled his lip, and scrunched his eyes and said, “Nah, I don’t really want to do my own laundry.” I swallowed a laugh while tossing his clothes back into his room and said, “This was not an optional thing. You are doing your own laundry now.”
Contrast this with Caleb, whom I did not expect to be doing his own laundry yet, as he cannot really reach the dryer. He brings me this dilapidated basket with a few days’ worth of dirty clothes in it tonight and asks me if the washer is free. I went right downstairs and started a load for that cutie. Maybe ‘overwhelmed’ is a matter of perspective- I hope I am always overwhelmed with love for these God has given me.