It’s Monday. I know what you’re thinking. Busy week ahead!
Someone will ask you today, “How have you been?”
You will answer, “You know, just busy, busy!”
Kris and I recently had this discussion about how often we answer people with, “Man, busy burning holes in the skies.” (Okay, he answers that way, I don’t.) I answer, “Just staying busy with three kids!”
We talked about how socially acceptable it is to make sure people know you’re busy. Kris commented, “You never hear anyone respond, ‘Man, I’ve got too much money and too many friends!’ or ‘I’m resting and taking it easy every chance I get!’” It’s also uncommon to hear, “Just trying to spend as much time as I can with the people in my life.” Or, “Enjoying time with the Father and growing closer to Him!”
Instead, we say we’re busy.
Many of us are busy. Too busy. Others of us, me included, equate busy with things we should be embarrassed about. Especially considering modern day conveniences. Remember, my dishwasher washes my dishes, unlike Big Mama who uses her hands. I know, right? And, I have this really cool thing that I can throw my wet, clean clothes in and just walk away. One hour later? They are dry!
When I’m burnin’ slap up in my house, I turn on this little unit thingy that blows cold air! Oh, and I don’t need to go chop wood. I turn on a switch and voila! I have a fire!
What is that John Henry? You want to know how fast a Cheetah can run? Well, let’s go to the local library and look it up! Um, no. Thank you, World Wide Web.
Want to cook some eggs, Big Mama? You don’t have to go the chicken coop any more. Let me take you to Piggly Wiggly. Although, your eggs from the chicken coop were much healthier, I am certain.
My Anna needs a new dress to wear. Let me run to the market and pick up material, so I can get started making her one. Or, I don’t leave my warm home, and I order not one, but three new dresses from OldNavy.com, and guess what? They ship them to me!
I really don’t know busy. Not the kind of busy mothers knew generations before me.
I am spoiled.
I wonder what Big Mama thinks when I say I’m busy?
Oh, and a cheetah can run 70 miles an hour. I know. I just Googled it.
Okay. Gotta run. Busy day ahead.