Ironic that Bia just posted this about Martha and Mary. Just last week I was really beating myself up about the fact that I am such a Martha. In my frustration, I told King that I'd like to swipe all the surfaces of my home into a trash can. So many giblets and pieces of paper that represent responsibilities or things to decide upon. So many sentimentals. It's enough to drive someone up a wall, when all they really need to do is go to the foot of Jesus. It IS what's important.

There are a constant attack of projects to get done for a stay-at-home mother of 5. Laundry always. Kitchen for the millionth time. The floors which somehow are never clean. The list goes on and on ad nauseum.

However, I do recognize that there needs to be a balance. Until I find it, I beg God's mercy. Tonight, for example, we were supposed to have the time to pray the Rosary together. I locked my keys in the car at the dance studio and the kids are getting ready for bed. *sigh* King and I will be praying together on the way to unlock my car I guess.