And shall not memory be able to remind him
of that
time when he sneaked away by underhanded means, in order to avoid a decision;
of that
time when he gave the matter another turn, in order to please men;
of that
time that he deserted his post, in order to let the storm pass over;
of that
time he knuckled under, in order to secure an easing off
of his painful position;
of that
time he sought refuge and association with others — perhaps, as it is called, in order to work all the more effectively for the Good's victory, that is, in order to make his own position a little less difficult than as though at the midnight hour, somewhat terror - stricken, one stood all
alone «with heavily
loaded weapons at his dangerous post.»
So when I get back into town and barely have enough
time to throw in a
load of laundry, let
alone meal prep my typical veggies and salads and grains before the work week begins, you KNOW I'm putting together some crazy simple meals to get me through the week!
He has
loads of energy, doesn't listen, smacks and bites, throws himself on the floor screaming the house down every
time I tell him no, bedtimes are a nightmare and he will not sleep in his own bed let
alone his own room, I feel like a bad mother and just Dnt kno wat to do.
Even though the work
load would be far less the second
time around — you only have to redo the parts you did poorly on — I can be fairly sure I won't have much
time for anything, let
alone boards, with three children under the age
of four to occupy my
time.