Going for a Swim

“But you know, I love having four kids. But it is—whenever people ask what it’s like to have a fourth. I always say it’s like drowning and then someone hands you a baby.”–Jim Gaffigan, Mr. Universe Comedy Tour

Jim Gaffigan, you have understood my world well. I would say with 1-1/2 year old twins as part of my four– it’s more like drowning while bleeding in shark infested waters and someone handing you a baby.

I’m worn thin–stretched to my maximum capacity of baby drool, chores, poop, and boogers.

My girls are mobile and into 2 different places. Even naptimes have somehow been hijacked by the need to shove cardboard book pieces into their noses (yes, they found a way to rip them apart), or to climb out of their beds completely silent and sneak downstairs and suddenly say, “Mama,no no no”.

My 4 1/2 year old is testing mommy right and left. Just this morning his Cadence and Addilynnrefusal to clean up his toys (despite my every punishment) left me no choice but to remove all the toys from his floor in a garbage sack and have him earn them back.  He told me, “Well, that’s okay mom, now, I’ll just get to watch movies”. Sassy little stinker!

My 8 month old is on the verge of crawling. His mobility (thank goodness) is still limited, but he still manages to find any and all little things his siblings have left behind. Plus, no matter how hard I try, he just will not take a nap while my girls do. 2 different nap schedules = no alone or cleaning time for mom.

Did I mention that this is all going on generally at the same time?

I could write 10,000 words just to explain how much I’m drowning, but I won’t. Because that would be focusing on myself–and the things going wrong.

I think I’ve been dwelling on them a little too often lately (okay, a ridiculous amount). So much so, that when my moments of reprieve occur, I’m still thinking and being fearful about my next near drowning experience.

God spoke to me today. In my moment of thought-barf complaints and frustration at my circumstances–he told me, “You know Ash, I walk on water and calm storms. If you trust me and seek me, I’ll give you rest and strength”.

Oh yeah–I forgot. If I just had a post-it note in my brain I would jot that down. Time to re-align myself and put on my swimming suit and flippers–Jesus and me are going for a swim.

Isaiah 40:28 (MSG)

 27-31Why would you ever complain, O Jacob,
   or, whine, Israel, saying,
“God has lost track of me.
   He doesn’t care what happens to me”?
Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening?
God doesn’t come and go. God lasts.
   He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine.
He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath.
   And he knows everything, inside and out.
He energizes those who get tired,
   gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire and drop out,
   young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
   They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don’t get tired,
   they walk and don’t lag behind.



2 thoughts on “Going for a Swim

  1. Love this!! It is too easy to get wrapped up in our own misery(We’re due in less than a month with #3 under 3yrs).
    It helps to find friends who make us think about how whiny we are being and bring us back to reality. Christ does that so well 🙂
    Thank you for your blog, it is inspiration in itself, finding the time to write these days…YOU GO Mama!!!
    cheers(with strong coffee)

    • Youre an inspiration, and your whining once in a while helps us normal people feel less inadequate comapring ourselves with superwoman. I do know how important faith is during this time and will continue to pray for strength and mercy too of course…. love you, pam

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