I'm guessing God gave me a pack of children (I'm referring to my own flesh and blood here...) in order to keep me from getting totally out of control with "taking care of myself" because that is just what I'd really like to do. I'd like to put every ounce of energy and resources into being me and fulfilling my every want and whim, including those "sacrificial moments" of serving and giving that would make me glow in the eyes and opinions of others. The real problem is that I want to set the parameters, and real life seldom works around what I want. Instead real life doles out massive opportunities to set my own desires aside in order to meet the needs of others.
(Are you confused yet? Blame it on those hormones that are gaining momentum and turning my brain to mush.)
Remember the "Golden Rule"? It's Biblical, "So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets." Matthew 7:12 (And here I sit listening to the "Emperor's New Groove", the epitome of selfishness wrapped up in a llama...)
So, yeah. I'd like to be doing something other than babysitting and taking care of my mother. I'd like to be doing something other than dishes, laundry, and house cleaning. I'd like to do "something" else, but you know, I don't even have too much of a clue what that "something" is, and I'm guessing it probably wouldn't make me any happier or more fulfilled. Unless maybe it's a nap.
I think I'll go mix up a batch of cookies.