Here is an excerpt from a letter my sister sent several years ago, which I found just now as I was going through my files . . . such a gem of truth!
“See this sweet, innocent blonde haired, blue eyed, rosy cheeked two-year old boy child? See these two innocuous looking one-gallon ziplock bags full of California brown rice in my hall closet? Leave the room for a few minutes and the two will somehow spontaneously combine. We will be vacuuming rice out of the hall carpet for months.
There is no use in taking a ten-minute sabbatical from Motherhood- someone will be tugging at you, saying “Momma, Momma, Momma, MOMMA!” the whole time. When you return from your sabbatical, you will spend an hour and a half cleaning up the calamities that happened while you were gone! Then the whole time you are cleaning up, another mess will be developing in the next room. “
