Agony

Today was a terrible day. Maybe it was because I took Clare to the pediatrician--is it the stress of getting there, the stress of the shots, the stress of feeling like I am a bad mother for vaccinating, and that I would be a bad mother for not vaccinating?... Whatever the case, by the time my husband got home I was fit to be tied. So we fought and then I escaped to the store to buy lint traps and taco shells. I went by the magazine aisle--hey, maybe a gardening magazine would pick me up. And there I say Britney, buxom and beautiful, sparkling with pregnant sensuality on the cover of Elle. And then I just got madder because after baby number six my body is a wreck. So I got out of the store and figured that I had better not go home because we would just fight again because now I am fightin' mad.

So I went to adoration instead. I sat there and complained to Jesus. Hey, I am almost middle-aged with the body to show for it and, by the way, there are those two theology degrees which I got at great sacrifice and I am doing nothing with them. I love you, Jesus, I love your Church, and I love my children. I am making sacrifices.

So did I, He said.

So, what can I respond to that? But I still want to know what the degrees were for.