Obviously from my lack of writing on my blog, I'm feeling pretty swamped. I'm not unhappy, our family isn't unhappy, my marriage isn't unhappy. I just feel tired. And slightly panicky a lot of the time.
And really I'm getting off scott free at home. Rowan has been doing stacks of cooking and shopping. He's been doing the bulk of the running around of the children. The man is a legend (and very patient with the craziness I bring to our lives).
Earlier this week I was a little upset by the all the 'How are you?' comments. I was wondering if people were asking to see how long it will be before I fall apart. I thought that maybe others didn't think I could actually pull it off (btw, are you picking up that I might be a bit tired and thus, just a teensy bit over-sensitive??).
But in chatting to friends, they've said that it's because people are genuinely interested (fancy that??), are caring about me (who'd thunk?) and they miss hearing what I'm up to (more fancy that!).
I suspect there's a bit of curiosity as well. Lots of women are genuinely interested to know how others do life because it might help them juggle their lives better. Or how it looks in practice, to do the working/kids thing.
I expect that I will explore this issue more in the months ahead. I certainly get the sense that what I'm doing isn't quite the proper behaviour for a mother of five (and a Christian one at that). And today I employed a cleaner, which is probably an indicator of the start of my descent down the slippery slope of the dodgy working mother (but people, you really need to see my bathroom, the time has come).
Btw, that Proverbs 31 woman has a lot to answer for - how exactly did she do all that??