Peace Week

Last week my neighbor had an unexpected week of no kids. It just so happened that her two girls had signed up to go on a mission trip the same week her son was going to camp. And so, she had a week of NO KIDS. She dubbed it "peace week."

This is where that part in the ten commandments about not coveting gets sticky.

A week of no kids at all? I can't even fathom it. What I could get done! I can't even swing a day of no kids. I mentioned to my mother-in-law the idea of her taking them off my hands just for a day and I got a shocked and horrified expression. I guess that won't be happening anytime soon!

Don't get me wrong-- I love my kids. But I would treasure a day or five of quiet time and time of constructive, focused efforts on those items on my to-do list that never quite get done. And yet, part of having six kids is that that just doesn't happen. Because people are, frankly, scared of the sheer number of them-- no matter how good they are. And they are. Good kids, I mean.

And so, my neighbor's peace week is over. To top it off, her son came home sick from camp. I tried not to feel vengeful about that. I was happy for her. I really was. I just won't lie and say that I don't wish it was me.

I am just being honest.