
This realization always becomes strikingly obvious whenever the wife/mother gets sick, or is hugely busy with something else (i.e., Youth Conference). I am currently multi-tasking to a crazy level. I am making phone calls, sending emails, wrapping gifts, doing laundry, mentally reviewing everything needed, feeding the kids, medicating a headache, making sure everyone involved with Whitney's care while we're gone is up to speed and blogging while waiting for a crucial email from the Bishop who is currently holding up progress on the Youth Conference packets (which were his last-minute idea in the first place)!
I am surprisingly calm, most especially since Michelle called to check on me during my lunch break today and offered to make and deliver (!) the 2 dozen cookies we need to take with us tomorrow. This is a big load off of me and a morale boost at the same time.
I still have lots to do and would really like to kick back and watch TV tonight, but don't see that happening. Good times.
**Do you ever wish you had a "wife"?
What happens when you're overloaded?
Can a man do what we do?**
What happens when you're overloaded?
Can a man do what we do?**
Comment Window Tidbit: It would be nice if I could save-up on hygiene efforts so that I wouldn't have to shower when super busy or at Youth Conference. I am reluctantly high maintenance in this area and need a shower everyday or it's upsetting for everyone, but I really don't want to have to shower there. It's a conundrum.