It was hot today. We've been hand watering after several days of no rain. I planted some ferns and hanging pots for the screen porch for my mother's day. But the sweat began to negate the joy I would otherwise be finding in such a task. So I peeled off my gloves and wandered truly aimlessly up to the bedroom. The air was cool up there and the sheets drew me in. There, Dr. Gooch found me and sat to chat. I asked him if he ever felt a lot of pressure to get into the Celestial Kingdom. He laughed and hearing this thought out loud, it was humorous sounding. I confessed that I sometimes grew tired of trying so hard to be good.
You are good, he insisted.
I'm tired of being a woman. We are so amazing and do so many things all at once and we are good at all of them. It is exhausting. I'm tired of feeling guilty for losing my patience with my children.
He says, that the guilt is good. It is when indifference creeps in that you start to worry. The guilt means you have the desire and together they will lead to progression.
Then, I asked him if he would build me four additional coops out back? One to put each rascal in at bedtime? I think this would cut way way back on the lost patience issue. I didn't really ask him this. But, I'm going to as soon as he gets home.