OK, I’m giving myself 10 minutes off from working. How much can I write in 10 minutes? We’re about to find out:

Ugh. What a week. Due to a scheduling convergence I taught four different groups this week, and I’m preaching Saturday/Sunday, and we have some wonderful family visiting this weekend, and my daughter’s birthday is Saturday, and I don’t like the feeling that I’m shoehorning her in.

But here is how it works as a pastor mom, or maybe just a working mom: work most of the day, then leave at 3:30 to tear over to the dollar store to pick up balloons and goodie bags for the kids at C’s daycare, hightail it over to day care at 4 for a lovely birthday party with homemade cupcakes (made by her wonderful daycare provider), drive home, have a quick dinner, then drive to a meeting downtown, then come home around 10:30, kiss hubby on the cheek and send him off to bed, and work on liturgical resources for my part-part-part-time job.

I am sleeping sometime this weekend.

The meeting tonight was Committee on Ministry. It’s the uberPresbyterian committee in each presbytery. I think it will be fun; I’m vice chair of the care of clergy and educators sub-committee of COM. If that seems incredibly low-level it’s because it is.

I have lots of writing ideas swirling around. Most centering around the fact that in two days I will be the mother of a 2-year-old. People don’t believe me when I say that even when we’re experiencing “terrible 2” behavior, it’s actually quite terrific. People look at me like they know the other shoe will drop and they want to be there when it happens. Time will tell I guess, but like Carrie Newcomer sings, sometimes there’s only one shoe.

Some fun stuff: C got her picture taken professionally, and in spite of the fact that she was totally freaked out by the experience, we got some good shots together. You know you’re a mom when you pick the photo that makes your kid look good, regardless of how many chins you yourself have.

Other fun sentences from the mind and mouth of C:
“Oh my goodness!” (Said with perfect inflection while opening presents)
“All right guys.” (Said when we’re packing up to walk out the door)
There’s more, but my time is up. Back to the liturgy factory.