Desperately Doodling Debbie
Random Musings on Life, Faith and Other Brain Boggles
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For the Exhausted
June 2001
Here we are smack dab in the middle of spring (or by the time you read this, nearing the end of spring) and I’ve missed it again. “How could you possibly miss this most glorious of seasons, Desperate Doodlebrain?” you ask while scratching your curious head.
Being the forgiving person that I am, I will overlook the name-calling and scratching and tell you. For the last six weeks or so I have had my nose buried in a day (and night) planner, scribbling notes furiously as I try to keep up with all the activities running amok within the schools and churches of our fair city, not to mention (though I feel a rabid compunction to mention it anyway) THREE SPRING BIRTHDAYS in my family. When my nose has not been buried in the red ink of the calendar, it has been behind the wheel of my car as I’ve traipsed to and from practices for these events, or it has been snorting with pain as I shell out money for them, or breathing deeply as I’ve attended them, or snoring loudly as I’ve attempted to recover from them. And it’s not just my breathtaking nose that’s tired. My entire body feels as if it has been pummeled non-stop for two months with one of those big pummeling things the knights like to use to knock their enemies off their horses. (I’m too tired to try to figure out what those things are called, so just live with it people!)
Anyway, I know I’m not the only pooped parent/grandparent out there. I’ve seen a lot of glazed-over eyeballs lately. “So what’s the solution?” you may ask, without a hint of scratching, thank you. HOW SHOULD I KNOW? I’M DESPERATE, REMEMBER!
This is all I can offer at the moment. We’d better try to enjoy all the excitement while it’s happening, because someday these precious fruits of our loins will be out of the house and we’ll be left sorting our fruit of the looms for entertainment. Until then, let’s not forget to block off some time for God in our busy schedules and teach our children to do the same. After all, someday it will be their turn to schedule and traipse and snort and snore through spring. Won’t that be fun to watch?
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About the Book
Desperately Doodling Debbie is a collection of columns originally written for a church newsletter over the course of seven years while the author was raising her own three daughters, working in an office, and then nannying triplets. This book is about mining for nuggets of faith in the midst of the craziness of life—and sometimes simply going with the craziness until those nuggets smack you in the head!
About the Author
When Debra Kuss, the writer, is not doodling in desperation, or penning perspicacious poetry, her other sort-of-normal self, retired nanny Debbie, knits in spurts, reads great and not so great novels, teaches Sunday School, and hangs out with whatever part of her family (biology professor Bret, three grown daughters, three grandchildren, one bloodhound, and random fish) is available.