Another day in limbo

My day began at six this morning to get the kids ready for school. Fortunately for the children I get up somewhat happy. Nobody is allowed to say anything until I get my cup of tea in the morning . Until that time comes, I am physically aware but mentally challenged. My husband is always amazed on how I can get up out of bed and go a mile a minute. That my friends is what I call "auto pilot" . Sure, I am doing what is suppose to be done ,but in my head I am on a white beach getting a massage by one of the locals.
I help my husband too with his day. If I have time I get his gear ready to go and his shaving equipment on hand in the bathroom. He loves it when I take the time out of my schedule to make sure he gets what he needs. He works very hard for this family and spoiling him is my way of saying thank you. Sounds like a dream come true, huh? Well sorry to burst your bubble, our lives are quite normal in that there are times where we want to kill each other. Our struggles make who we are and that is the beauty of it. God did not make a mistake in putting us together. My hubby balances my weakness and boy do I have a lot of them.
We also have with us our friend's nineteen year old son with us. We have adopted him into our family and are helping him with his future endeavors. Today I was the taxi driver for his job hunting. The boy needs a job until he can join the military. I like having company at home sometimes but there is a time where a girl just needs to be alone. I am ashamed to admit my prayer time has been neglected with all the drama of everyday life going on. I need to get back on track with that.
My day today was spent cleaning the house and making dinner . The natives always come home hungry, so I like to be prepared for the stampede when it comes. Everything was going so well until my youngest decided to ignore natures calling and wet the recently cleaned carpet in her room. I was cooking dinner at the time when I heard the yell for help. By that time my left eye started to twitch and I felt my blood beginning to boil. I got her cleaned up and proceeded to steam clean the carpet again. Then I remembered I left the chicken unattended and I could smell smoke. Oh no! Luckily it turned out fine after I turned down the heat. I took the wet clothes to the laundry room to wash and I noticed my white towel I left on the floor had a yellow stain on it. I lifted that puppy up to my nose and about died. My husband's bulldog had been peeing on the towel and the door. I lost it big time and started to cuss in my native tongue. The dog knew what was up and hid behind my husband. Was it too much to ask for a peaceful night? Lucky for everybody my temper is not what it used to be. I fed everyone and went to take a very hot shower and prayed for a deflation on my emotional uproar. After I had my shower I felt so much better. I read to my children and gave them kisses. Being a full-mother and wife takes a toll on a person ,but I would not have it any other way.