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"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Weekend Follies

I have mixed feelings about Fridays. In the happy part of my brain, it signals the beginning of the weekend which is always cause for celebration, mainly because I'm not running solo withe kiddies. But unlike a lot of people, my weekends... are too often busier than my weekdays, comprised mainly of church stuff.  Three Friday evenings a month we have our homegroup and I lead a small group bible study there. Twice a quarter I take the Sunday Service. Once a month, we have a married people's group on Saturday, which I'm one-thirdly responsible for and there's always some unexpected Saturday thing that pops up now and again. Once a fortnight we gather together with the in-laws. All good things, really. But when you're sleep deprived or not doing optimum sleep time... everything feels like toilet training.

I enjoy doing these things to varying degrees (I wouldn't be doing them otherwise) but oddly enough they seem to all hit me in blocks. A quiet week or two and then for two weeks... Wham! It turns into a kind of frantic madness rushing from this to that and the other thing. And almost everything I do requires PREPARATION and being human, I often succumb to the follies of PROCRASTINATION.
My ideal weekend would be just to sit somewhere quiet and read a really good book and let someone else take care of lunch and dinner. Of course, somewhere quiet doesn't exist in my world right now. Houses under 35 years old in Brisbane are basically cardboard boxes surrounded by brick walls. So anywhere I go in the house, including the bathroom, automatically reverberates sound to everywhere else. Although I'm entering an epoch in my parenting experience where I'm more worried about silence than I am about wailing children.

Now that she's getting the hang of the 7 day week, the 3 year old nags me about going to Friday "craygroup" every other day... and fortuitously, I find my third attempt at this weird and wonderful concept less excruciating than I did the last couple of times. Playgroup is much more fun when people actually talk to you... or talk back to you when you ask them questions. More incredible, is when other people in such settings actually initiate the conversation and look genuinely interested in you as a human being, and not just an invisible shadow hovering around to prevent your child from murdering theirs.
When the 9 year old was about 1 plus year old, I started attending my first playgroup. I perservered for 2 years because I thought it was good for her. Frankly speaking, I didn't get anything out of it for myself and I definitely didn't make any lifelong friendships. But they had good toys and occasionally I didn't have to work very hard to strike up an adult conversation. By the time, Daughter 1, was 3+, I was back at work 3 days a week and she was in child care a day and with my mother 2 days a week, I felt that she was getting a reasonable amount of non-mummy socializing accomplished.

Anyhow, I'm working on a few things this weekend... Bar picking a bible reading and doing a short devotional, I think I have Sunday more or less sorted out. I've also been working on a super serious post on multiculturalism and church unity. Because it's super serious, it's taking a super long time to write up. God willing, we'll get there...

2 comments:

  1. I know what you mean. Because we've moved a lot in the last couple of years, we haven't been in one church long enough to dive deep into ministry. I miss it, but then, it's been nice not the have the responsibility too.

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  2. I've had to cut down a lot this year to keep sane. I've decided to do a few things really well rather than a lot of things very badly.

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