Monday, October 17, 2011

We can't trust our feelings...Right?

     Alright, so first of all, I gave up this time trying to make a cheezy title having to do with a trail. Honestly, there are just some things that need to be said outright. Secondly, it's been a while, and I for those of you who are frantically checking my blog for updates every other minute because you just hang on every word I say...I'm sorry. Wait- was that no one? Sweet.

     So, let's cut to the chase. I'm overwhelmed. Like, kind of to the max. I get up with Cal, he leaves for work, I then do what I need to before school, come home from school, try to clean the house and make dinner, and at that point I don't even want to think about homework. This doesn't even begin to tell of social life, church activities, and family parties. My point here is not to tell everyone how hard and awful my life is compared to yours, it's not. It's wonderful, but it is insanely busy right now, and I have yet to find a balance within all the things that I want and have to do.

     It's discouraging sometimes, because I am still in school, I feel like more of a burden than a help within my own household. Draining money from the account with expenses instead of filling it, being too exhausted to clean, cook, and do things a wife seems expected to do in a christian community. This is by no means put on me by my husband, but myself. It's funny though, if were to look at my life as what I thought would be perfect, I would be a successful translator, great cook, and striking conversationalist. Or perhaps I would have a houseful of kids, all well behaved and well educated, along with a spotless house and cookies cooling on a rack.

     Back to reality kid. You're nineteen, newly married, a sophomore in college, and consider peanut butter and fluff a decent lunch. But you know, I guess that's okay. If I were perfect, I'm not sure anyone could stand to be around me, let alone, be my husband. So I'll consider my life perfectly imperfect and try to be content with the craziness life seems to be throwing at me lately. Because, hey, were never in this alone.