Last week was pivotal.
It was the first week in our entire marriage, that Chad did all the cooking and the majority of the parenting - while I worked.
I am still trying to wrap my brain around it.
He kept the home fires burning.
And I worked.
Chad was incredible. He got kids picked up and home. He made dinner. He got Joshua and Brenna tucked into bed.
And I worked.
I showed up at Sierra's concert - but enlisted my parents to drive her home, so that I could go back to work.
I drove Jamison to a track meet - but then went back to work, since he was not running anyway.
I got my kids to school on time every morning. (pin a rose on my nose)
I was home in time for supper. . . once.
This spring will be like that, I'm afraid. Between some major projects at work, 2 kids in track, one in PT, and the "regular" activities that comes with a family of seven - there will be no balancing.
We will just have to juggle.
Pray for us. Because my juggling skills stink!
