Because it would be easier to go to work.

It truly would. I do realize that writing this might upset a few working Mamas, and I've been there. A few years ago struggling to pump out even just an ounce of milk huddled in a nursing mothers room for the only 10 minutes I could steal from my desk and meetings. I'd be shaking weak from lack of energy - no time to eat in a busy corporate marketing job. I called my sister sobbing from the corner of the room worried that I literally could not make it through the day. I could have cried louder because I find myself a bit older but still in the midst of challenging situations.

Am I a good mother? I sure don't feel that way, at least not all of the time or even most of the time. When my children play nicely and are thoughtful I glow with the trill these are my children. When they challenge, misbehave and are down right naughty my patience is tested and it would be easier to walk away and go to work. My responsibilities would lie elsewhere outside of the home, outside of my own control.

But today I am home and this is God's way of reminding me that patience is needed everywhere and most especially in the home.

Right is to write.

My mood is marked by the pleasure of writing. When I journal, blog or scribe on an envelop my day is better.

This truth must be set out as an intention. So as my sister (the middle one) begins to enter lent 40 days of yoga I too will commit to 40 days of writing.

Here's to learning something about life coaching via the cycle of the Catholic Church. Commitment to anything was never a bad thing, it's only 40 days.