sliding

I feel sometimes like I'm climbing a hill of slippery, slimy mud. I'll be going alright for a while and then suddenly find myself sliding backwards, trying to grab a handhold before I hit the ground. I really don't know how mothers who work outside the home full time do it, I really don't. Hats off to them, their organisational skills must be phenomenal. I am scared to think what things will be like around here next year when (if) I go back to Uni. Just looking at the amount of doctor's/ dentist/ urologist/psychologist appointments, the things at school (open classroooms, canteen, reading groups), football training, guitar lessons, homework... blah blah blah. Oh, and the cooking, making lunches, shopping, washing, folding, sorting, cleaning, driving people around. Who is going to do all that? Who is going to sit with the kids as they do their homework? Who's going to pick them up from school? I am trusting to faith that it will all work out.

On another note, Brett's knees are now healed. He had to stay off work for a week, but he seems pretty good now. A lesson learnt!