Today, I have a nursery of screaming babies around me. It’s not literal – I’d actually prefer that. Nope, my figurative homework babies are here in the nursery of my to-do list. Lab Report over there is a toddler, so he’s been following me around asking, “Why? Why? Why? What’s that? How’d you get that, huh? Why?”
Then there’s a Bible paper over there that’s crying from neglect. She’s been laying in her crib for a couple weeks now, waiting for me to acknowledge that she’s awake and hungry for some attention.
My Philosophy paper has, thankfully, finally settled down for a nap, but it’ll wake up on Monday and ask for more editing.
These are the moments when I’m thankful that I only have three children…. wait, I mean classes. Classes, not children. And I’m thankful that one of them asks me to go in-depth with the Bible. I mean, really, it’s a blessing to be asked to write a paper about a Psalm of your choice. It requires time and work, certainly, but it’ll yield good things when it’s done that I can directly apply to my life, right away.
Now, it’s high time that I helped Bible out of her crib and showed her a little loving. Please excuse me.