This is Thursday

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This is Thursday. Sometimes Thursday is catch up day. And blog day. And recognize my house again day. Today, not so much. Today I feel like I'm spinning my wheels.
Blogging right now, however, short it might be, probably seems like poor time management. But I will have you know that I'm extremely fast at out-putting information. I got it from my mama. Sixty-nine words per minute, actually. And I don't think that was my best time.
Today I spent over an hour doing really fairly insignificant work for a class that will not count towards my credit hours. A large chunk of it was taking some mandatory Title IX training on how to prevent my fellow students from overdosing on alcohol and how to definine sexual consent. I told Dan today's homework was "monotonous".  He said, the word I was looking for was actually "monogamous".  He said that is the official term for consent for those attending a Nazarene online college. So, there you go.
After dropping the kids off at school I abbreviated my "put my life back together routine" to only include catching up on dishes, putting a zero point soup in the crock pot and calling my mom. That's it.
Thursday now includes running into the church. Partly to meet up with a dear friend from Prescott who's graciously saved me a trip to Prescott by delivering extra quiz boxes (also a Nazarene term). But also because I left my phone charger in my office. Because earlier this week my sick kid listened to his homework on audible. Momming in ministry defined.
Also, every other week I work in Moses' classroom at 1:00 so I'm hoping to time hop or "travel by map" there today. Because I love the kids, I love that Mo loves me being there still, and I am a huge fan of his teacher. And also because momming in ministry guilt is real. I still want to do all the things.
And then, tonight, baseball practice duty because Dad's on call. Dan said they would make me put on a glove and get out on the field. I told him I'd probably drop off and run hide at Starbucks. Because mom guilt isn't real enough for that situation.

But...
Today I choose to be thankful.
Because these are wonderful, wonderful problems to have-
I'm thankful for school I can do in my pajamas each morning.
I'm thankful for a boundary exception to a school not so far away that fit our needs so beautifully.
I'm thankful for the flexibility to do the mama stuff around running into work. And a job that allows, no encourages, me to put my family first.
I'm thankful for a full tank of gas.
And I'm thankful that I have a healthy kid, ready to go
swing that bat tonight!

And...
I'm refusing to beat myself up because the clean clothes on the couch might still be there tomorrow morning.
I'm refusing to call all of this "getting nothing done".
I'm refusing to forget that "too busy" driving kids to practice or making dinner is a first world problem.
I'm refusing to forget to say thank you.

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