An Employee in my Home

The other day as I was elbow-deep in dishwater, I said to my husband, "Sometimes it feels like I work here." And it's true. Don't get me wrong; I am fully aware that we are blessed in many ways. We are fortunate enough to have a roof over our heads, and food on the table. We are all healthy, at least for the moment. Justin pitches in and helps out where he is needed. These things aren't lost on me.

But when each day is pretty much the same and we don't get many breaks, it's pretty easy to feel burned out. Parenthood is a voluntary position. You don't get paid for what you do, and you don't always get praised for it, either. There are certain things that are expected of you, regardless of how you feel or how much sleep you got the night before. Everyone must be fed. The house must be cleaned every now and then. The children must be disciplined. There are naps to be taken. Baths to be given. Stories to be read. Piles upon piles of laundry to be washed. Oh, and a marriage to tend to. No matter how much you love your spouse and your kids, there are days when it really does feel like work.

I must say though, these bosses of mine sure are cute.

Now if only they'd give us a couple weeks of vacation time, we'd be all set. :)