I thought it would get easier....

I was wrong.
I had a catchier title than that earlier, but then I wrestled Mini-E.
Then J-man wanted to talk about anything and nothing just to stay awake. He's nothing, if not persistent. I got a few pages read in my book before he finally gave up wakefulness for sleepfulness.

Then came a different sort of challenge. How to bathe a cat. Bathtub or Kitchen sink with a sprayer hose. (and how did an inside cat get a few fleas? I'm trying to figure that one out. She'll probably end up at the vet for an anti-flea bath because I don't want to do it.) Ended up in the kitchen - sprayer hose worked wonders on getting the soap out. You know, If I had a glass shower door, I'd just turn on the shower and let her go wild. Every so often maybe squirt some soap over the top.

That's a great visual.

Back to my title. I thought it would get easier as the kids got older to be able to do what I needed to do. Or wanted to do. I was so wrong it's not even funny.

I hate being wrong.

That's why I'm not blogging much. Blogging without Obligation is a must - but lately I can add sporadically to my list of adverbs. I've fallen way behind on reading other blogs because my computer time is very slim lately. Really, I just wanted you to know I was still breathing and still capable of typing.

I just can't seem to coordinate blogging with the current school year. I don't know how other moms do it - teach, run homes and blog about it.

I don't want you to worry about me - I'll pop in and out (i hope) - because who else would I share my random thoughts with?? For instance....

Today I was loading the washing machine with Whites. Among the dingy whites were a few new articles of white clothing. You know how if you put some new articles of COLORED clothes in a load of laundry (say, BLUE or RED) how sometimes the dye will wash off and splatter on other clothes??

I wish Whites did the same thing. By washing New articles of white clothing among the older articles of white clothing (or formerly white) the older articles would be come WHITER. That would be just cool.

And for some reason, while I was thinking on that -- another thought popped up in my laundry filled brain. Iron Sharpens Iron.

Much like my wish for whites brightening other whites in the laundry, we need to hang out with Believers that will sharpen us and cause us to grow. We need to hang out with Iron Christians so that Our Iron will be sharpened. It's so easy to hang out with people that don't cause us to grow - that will allow us to stay the same.

I know that I don't want to stay where I am and I know where I've been. I want to go higher and deeper. I'm looking to find Iron Sharpeners in my relationships. Now granted, sometimes we're the Sharpeners and not the sharpenees - but we have to be careful not to get prideful or allow ourselves to get dull.

Ah, but now it's time to get back to laundry. I've got buckets and buckets to fold - and speech therapy tomorrow.

See you on the other side of the Laundry Pile.