This blog is tough to keep up. I have a tough enough time now that I'm a dad writing in our family blog, but I justify that time because it's for family. This one however, is solely for me, so to write in it I feel like I'm taking time away from my family. But hey, Nick's sleeping, Katy's pooping, so I have a few seconds.
I have a slight work dilemma. I love working with my graveyard partner, Ruben. I also love that we are going to a 3/12 hr work week. What this will do is give me set days off. Obviously I'd like to have Sunday-Wednesday off since church stuff usually happens on Sundays, and Mondays would be nice too since fellowship stuff (bible study and volleyball) happen on Mondays. Ruben however, would like Tuesday-Friday off, rightfully so since he is a social butterfly and everyone (who's not married) goes out on these nights. This does create a conflict in my head and heart. If I don't compromise and take say Monday-Thursday, I'll lose a partner (my head), but my love is for Christ first, so obviously I'll take Sunday-Wednesday. Unfortunately for my work situation, this will probably partner me up with a slug or cause me to work days that are fairly boring. While this may not make a lot of sense to any non-Chippie's, like I said, they are random overdue thoughts.
Second thought. Being a parent is hard. There's so much I could say to this statement, but I will leave it as a question. Is it considered slight child abuse when your child is screaming at the top of his lungs as you are swaddling him in a blanket and you swaddle him even tighter because your eardrums are ringing like the bells at Notre Dame, and yet the tighter you make the blanket, the more he seems to like it? Thoughts.
Scripture Memory Verse
"17 When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. But he laid his right hand on me, saying, "Fear not, I am the first and the last, 18and the living one. I died, and behold I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of Death and Hades." ~ Revelation 1:17-18
2.18.2009
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2 comments:
I've been there before ... especially when I was overly tired and found my patience was pretty thin. For me, my motivation behind swaddling extra tight was frustration and irritation, not love for our little guy, so while not child abuse per se, it does blur the line. Thankfully God's gracious, restraining hand prevented me from going further than swaddling tight. But it is a gentle reminder to pray for patience during those tiring hours.
Wrap that blanket as tight as it goes and zip tie it shut if need be. Absolutely critical to maintaining sanity!
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