The past week has been pretty hectic for me.... My house maid fell sick..... and I had to do everything from laundry to dishes to cooking to keeping the house clean..........preparing breakfast for hubby dearest and kids..... dropping the kids off at school..... my work at school...... get back home do the dishes.... do the laundry..... lunch(somewhere in between)... clean the house...... prayer... pick up son from his school... pick up daughter from her school..... freshen them up...... make evening snack for them..... start cooking for dinner..... feed the kids.... check home work..... put them to sleep.... wait for hubby to get back home.... have dinner.... clean the dishes.... hit the bed.... My day starts at 5 am in the morning and ends around 11ish...... In between I survived the kids mad fights and a severe migraine attack....... Phew!
I was mad when I heard the maid wasn't coming, but then I calmed down and I decided to relish in housework.... and I actually find being busy quite comforting to the mind..... There's no time to think of any unwanted stuff..... and make yourself miserable..... Being busy..... occupied is a blessing in disguise..... I have started enjoying everything I do..... and it seems less of a trouble..... Like the say "It's All in The Mind."
As I have been working overtime this past week.... The poem I had read as a teenager kept coming to my mind especially one line "But, hand, you shall work away!" I kept telling this to myself as I did my chores... One of my favorite poems of all time.... It is rather a song.......... from LITTLE WOMEN by Louisa May Alcott... here it goes.....
A Song From The Suds.....
Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam rises high,
And sturdily wash and rinse and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
Then out in the free fresh air they swing
Under the sunny sky.
I wish we could wash from our hearts and souls
The strains of the week away,
And let water and air by their magic make
Ourselves as pure as they;
Then on the earth there would be indeed
A glorious washing day!
Along the path of a useful life,
Will heartsease ever bloom;
The busy mind has no time to think
Of sorrow or care or gloom,
And anxious thoughts may be swept away,
as we bravely weild a broom.
I am glad a task to me is given,
To labour at day by day,
For it brings me heath and health and hope,
And I cheerfully learn to say,
" Head you may think,
Heart you may feel,
But, Hand, you shall work away!"
Happy Women's day!!! This is what came to my mind while reading this post.
ReplyDeleteJoy and peace,
Susan
Happy Women's day to you too my dear..... Aren't we amazing?:)
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Seema