The sum of my parts

What can I say besides I am in DESPERATE need of sleep.

Good thing I have a husband who understands when I have had enough and sends me to bed.

He knows that a happy wife is a happy life.

Sometimes all my parts malfunction.

I break down.

Sometimes I struggle,

(Okay a lot of times) I struggle and wonder how will I make it?

I or should I say WE always do end up okay.

Good thing I have a husband who is cautious in his commitments and leaves plenty of time for "others" like angry birds. So much that in a few days he has mastered the game.

Always manages his minutes so well. I think he was born that way .

Me- I have to "miss" a lot before I get it right.

I have always been that way.

BUT

I always keep at it, tired or well rested

falling apart or whole

There are things about my life that I hate doing but know that I have to-

Like working night shift because it is the best for those three little birds we have

or doing laundry. Clean underwear is a must.

I have never been good at being still.

I like busy.

I like well rested busy, even if that is a figment of my imagination.

Parts collide.

Feeling that all the parts in my life feel part time

My parts as I wish they were

decent worker

good student

Great Mom

Excellent wife

Awesome elsewhere

The reality is that sometimes I am lame at meeting the needs of the parts.

Sometimes they overlap in a messy way, like a puzzle that doesn't quite fit...

That mess is who I am

The mess is the laundry that is never done, the assignment turned in last minute, clocking into work two minutes late, being grumpy because of sleep deprivation, playing with my kids instead of doing other things that need to be done, having my head in a cloud or two...

I hope that the messy parts add up to make me whole enough

If not then hopefully

God can take care of the rest of that "whole" business