Don't wish the days away

This week has been long. Temperatures have been in the low teens, windy and cold. We missed ladies Bible study because Ellie was sick and other than the quick trip to the grocery store and over to my mom's one day, we've been homebound. I'm getting tired of cleaning brushes and hands from using the new easel, tired of cleaning bottoms and disinfecting diaper pails, tired of repeating words that I've said every day for the past 3 years, tired of thinking of something healthy and frugal to make for dinner and then actually cook it, and tired of coming up with entertainment for my three girls.

Are you like me? Do you count the hours from as early as 10am to the time your husband is expected home? And as the time gets closer, you start counting minutes? I sometimes hang on to the hope that maybe today he'll be let off and come home early! And those days when they show up late, I'm going nuts... remember, I've been counting the hours since early morning.

There's something I've realized about living every day like that. It can be defined as wishing away my days. I want to just get past today...surely tomorrow won't be so bad. But in doing so, I'm not "living" right now. Living this crazy life with three girls is exciting and yes, daunting. It's the biggest challenge I've ever undertaken and the greatest thrill that I'm sharing with my husband. So the next time you're tempted to hide in the bathroom until you hear the garage door go up, remember to treasure the day and thank the Lord for the breath and life to live it!