This weekend has been full of preparations for the upcoming week. And I'll admit the stress of it has gotten to me a few times. Before I leave town, which doesn't happen often, I always do my best to control every possible scenario that might come up while I'm gone. And this time is no different. I make lists for Soren and my other childcare help. I plan meals, clean the house, do the laundry and make a schedule for everyone to follow. This time around I'm only letting the family use disposable dishes while I'm gone- and I even considered pre-ordering pizza for them one night and Jimmy Johns for them the next. But no matter what my schedule and plans get ignored and nothing goes as planned. It drives me crazy, but I'm also crazy for thinking I can control all things.
I'm guilty of this all of the time. I plan, make lists and hustle. I stay up late and get up early. And those things all move me towards my goals and make our family tick, but they don't really put me in control. Someone still dumps a box of cornstarch down the stairs and someone else still walks through the house with muddy shoes. Kids still get weird allergic reactions and husbands have choices about how they spend their time. It's so annoying!
But I'm also wrong. I can't control everything and I turn into a stressed out wicked witch when I try to. This weekend I tried to remind myself that the only thing I can control is my good attitude and how often I rely on God for help. (Not often enough!)
