Busy Week

One of my pet peeves is hearing about how "busy" people are. Who isn't busy? I know a guy in our ward who acts like he's the only person in the world with a packed schedule, therefore making him more productive, righteous, tired, and self-sacrificing than anyone else.
Having said that, we've had an unusually busy week! I'm about to lose my mind! We make a point to keep our schedules fairly flexible in order to limit the stress at home, but it's been out of our control lately. I think if we survive until we hit the road sometime after the 18th of December, I'll start to enjoy life a little more. I haven't made our bed since Sunday, which is very telling. Keeping my house clean = keeping Mom sane without medication. I almost cried with frustration this morning as I was leaving for work with yet another unmade bed.
I was talking to Emma on my way to drop her off at school one morning. I told her that I get up at least 2 full hours before we have to leave so I can get myself ready and then be available to get all three of the others out the door every morning. I was kind of complaining about how much I have to do for them, and Emma pointed out, "but that's your job." I don't know how other people would take that comment, but I had an epiphany. I need to quit my bitching! I actually love my "job!" Sometimes I just need to be reminded that I love my job.
The Christensens came over for dessert Wednesday night. The kids made "elf hats" while the adults had some good conversation. It was really fun. We need to get together more often.