The seasons change each ...well.. each season. We have the natural progression of seasons. Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter.
Lather Rinse Repeat
The seasons of life, apparently, aren't quite so easy to predict.
The Laundry Pile is in a hard season.
It's a pressing season.
It's a training season.
I've got some majorly dramatic children. I've got 4 world-changing individuals on my hands. And often they don't get along. It makes life very challenging. J-man is learning to deal with anger and frustrations. Mini-E has to learn not to annoy people to the point of anger. G-man has to know that it's NOT okay to be alone in the middle of a small house filled with 6 people and try to stand in the middle of his room. Mini-Me is just trying to walk on egg shells.
i don't like any of it. It's difficult work.
The Professor is in a hard place, much like Joseph in Pharoah's prison. The work conditions suck -but unlike Joseph, The Professor doesn't seem to have much favor with the jailor. So that's also to be contended with...as you know, Daddy's mood also effects the household just as much as the mommy's does.
All of this combines into extra work.
It combines to wear against me, like sandpaper, until I feel fractious and emotionally drained.
It's just the season and things will get better... They have to because God promised.
Keeping a hold that hope does...well, sometimes my grip seems really slippery.
It's the season. I'm trying to hang on until it changes. Until that happens, this is really the only form of the phrase "this too shall pass" that I'll take.
I know it'll pass. I just really want more to hold onto than a cliche.