Time...

When in the mall, I sometimes see a family of 5 or more and I used to wonder, wow, that is nice. But since I have "a" son of my own, it only makes me feel sorry for them. Truly, I just have no clue how they manage so many kids. Here I have one son and barely have time to do anything for myself. There are books unfinished, goals unreached and projects undone. All because I just cant find time to do anything. Heck, I dont even have the time to post a decent entry on my blog. Dont get me wrong, I enjoy every moment I spend with my son. But the fact is, finding time to do anything has become a mammoth effort. Since I took charge of rocking Jay back to sleep everytime he wakes up in the night, I have been sleep-deprived as well. And since D works pretty much every evening of the week and not to mention the occasional weekend stints too, I am forced with very little time in my hands. And it does get to me sometimes. But again, when I try to do something on my own, like a basketball game with the guys or something like that, I am suddenly engulfed with this great sense of guilt, that I come back running home as soon as I can. It is quite a struggle within. It is crazy man. I am learning to deal with this situation and I crave for an extra portion of grace, wisdom and patience from our good Lord. So all you folks with more than 2 kids, kudos to you. You are my hero!

Peace!