(This is day 2 in a write 31 days series. Click here for the title page )
Alarm clock buzzes at 5:45 am. Mary, bleary eyed, shuts it off and heaves a deep sigh… another day of the same. Too much to do too little time, kids demands, homeschooling, husband’s needs, kids have been sick, etc... She thinks to herself that it’d be nice to be able to spend a little quiet time with a cup of hot coffee and her devotional…but she can hear some noise coming from the kitchen. Someone must be up. So much for quiet time today…
Dear Uncle Savant,
I am working on Mary
today, Anne and Jill seems to be spinning in their own self-centered thoughts,
so I figured they weren’t much of a threat at the moment.
When Mary woke up
today I made sure that I immediately met her with thoughts of being overwhelmed
and defeated before she even put her feet on the ground. She used to wake up
and tell our Enemy “thank you” for the new day, I now have her stressed and
distracted enough that she completely forgets.
It was really too easy
to blow up her day and cause her to fall apart even before dinner. The washer
broke, so I encouraged the kids in their fighting to get louder and meaner so
Mary’s frustration level was near boiling point. This presented the perfect
time for me to insinuate that her life would be so much better if she had just
put those kids in public school and went to work with responsible adults.
When
she called her husband to inform him of the washer, He, of course, was busy and
snapped at her, telling her she knew how to call a repair man, condescendingly
reminding her that he didn’t have time for that kind of stuff. Mary resents
that fact that he doesn’t have to deal with the kids or house stuff. She also
feels small and insignificant when he barks at her like that, like he could
care less about their home together and how much effort she pours in.
I help
her nurse those feelings. I massage them into her mind, so they are ever at the
forefront. We can’t have her finding her “joy” again.
Later that day, she
tried to “pull herself up by her bootstraps”, as they say, and make another
effort to be a good mom. She felt guilty for yelling at the kids when she was
really just angry at the washer breaking and her husband. I made sure she
boiled over so she took it out on them. If I can affect their futures through
her, I will take every opportunity I can!
Her attempt to make a
nice dinner and be cheerful was a disaster, I got such a good laugh watching!
She picked out a recipe from that oh-so-helpful-site Pinterest. It typically
makes her feel less-than and ill-equipped. However, today she pushed through
and made a complicated dinner. I distracted her with a phone call from her mom
and she forgot a step in the recipe….
So it was an utter failure. BONUS for me!
She gave up and made macaroni and cheese, which of course thrilled her husband.
He had specifically chose to come home for her “special dinner” instead of
going out with the guys for a business dinner after work.
With spending so much
time trying to corral her kids and teach, dealing with the washer and mess, and
failing at dinner she didn’t have time to shower or straighten herself up at
all. So when her husband came rolling in after work, she added to the day’s
mess by not feeling very attractive and worried her husband might not be
satisfied with her. After all, he works with well put together women all day.
The end of the day was
truly perfect. In just one day, one 12-hour period, I caused her to feel
discouraged, overwhelmed, frustrated, guilty, angry, like a failure, less-than,
worried about her marriage, ugly, and incompetent.
Hope to have an even
better report tomorrow Uncle!
Sincerely,
Sepitus
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