My Mommy Team

It helps to see my failures in the light of this point -- I'm trying to single-handedly do the work of a dozen people.

I could really use a team to do my job. I sometimes think my life would be so much smoother if I had a maid. We really should arrange our finances so that we could hire a maid service. Arrange our finances -- I wish I had an accountant who did that sort of thing. A cook could make our regular meals while my husband and/or I could whip up something special from time to time. A good contractor would be nice to get all of my husband's house projects to completed. A nanny, of course, just so I could step out without making a big fuss.

The only way anyone succeeds in this field is by priorities, leaving some, perhaps essential, things half-done.

A physical trainer.  A hair stylist and manicurist.

In all seriousness, though, I could use a secretary -- someone to organize all my documents and schedule/calendar and stuff. And answer the phone. I hate answering the phone. A personal, family nurse would be nice too. Someone who could keep track of our medicines and prescription refills and doctor appointments. An all-around assistant would be great.

I'll stop daydreaming with a couple of conclusions. First, I know I can't afford to pay all (or rather, any) of these workers. The only solution for it is slavery, and that won't do. Secondly, some of these positions are relatively silly, but for the most part they are reasonable requests.

Take heart, momma, your Father sees you.

This should remind me that my work as a stay-at-home-mom is a lot. It helps to see my failures in the light of this point -- I'm trying to single-handedly do the work of a dozen people. The only way anyone succeeds in this field is by priorities, leaving some, perhaps essential, things half-done. To get around the need for childcare, you might send your children to school for much of the day. Eating out would solve the need for a cook. If a clean house is important, you might clean up instead of exercise or plan a blog article.

I just thought of another one. A driver. Boy, I wish I had a driver.

Take heart, momma, your Father sees you.