The main piece of commentary people have to offer on my life is, "I don't know how you do it."
I don't know how I do it either. I don't have a playbook or blueprints; not even, if you can believe it, a Vision Statement. It's just my life, and I live it. And it's actually not as awful as the "I don't know how you do it"ers make it sound, because as the saying goes, you can get used to anything. Four kids and one kid in progress is so not a big deal in the context of my WAY overadequate meat, drink, clothing, shoes, house, homestead, field, cat[tle], money, goods, pious spouse, pious children, pious servants (my favorite one is named Maytag), pious and faithful magistrates, good government, good weather, peace, health, discipline, honor, good friends, faithful neighbors, and the like.
Speaking of my life like it's some epic task cheapens the currency. I apologize to victims of famine, fire, flood, fascism, fistula, and every other truly terrible thing in the world whose suffering is diminished by the selfishness of our culture. But I know how they do it. They do it one agonizing minute at a time, God have mercy.
How would you do it if you had to take in your sister's kids or your husband's parents? How would you do it if a tornado flattened your house? How would you do it if you or a loved one became ill or disabled? How would you do something that you KNOW you can't handle? You would just do it. It would be hard and you would be sad and you would do it. Living under circumstances beyond their control is what people do.