Feeling this way made me take a longing look into the past when I was a twenty-something single gal with nothing to worry about except making it to work on time. Weekends stretched on, holidays were bliss. I was the epitome of footloose and fancy free.
Now, as you can imagine, feeling tired and worn-down and reminiscing about your past isn't conducive to an upbeat frame of mind but I was saved by a revelation. While scrubbing at the crusty dishes tonight it dawned on me that my life now had parellels to those of a servant in the 'olden days'. Not that I am often tied up in an apron scrubbing at floors and drawing baths for people but that I am engaged in activity of some sort from very early in the morning to late at night.
You would think this connection might sink me into a deeper depression but it had the opposite effect. It helped me see that I am so lucky as the housework I do is in my house, I am wiping the noses of my kids, I am balancing the books on my business and I above all, I was lucky enough to choose this life. Plus, there's also that little added bonus that my life expectancy is a hell of a lot longer!
