Having kids has pushed me to my limits more than anything I have ever done. I really didn't expect that.
Direct multiple plays with casts of over 50 kids aged 6-18? Sure!
Travel to the other side of the world by myself to go to Bible school for a year? Why not?
Get a B.A. with the highest GPA in my graduating class? It may have cost me some stress and a couple all-nighters, but I did that too.
But try to put a teething toddler who is coming down with a cold to bed when he is determined to not be in his room, while the baby (who is also teething) starts crying whenever I leave to try to put the toddler back to bed? Within minutes I become an emotional wreck who is ready to curl up in the fetal position and never move again.
I'm used to feeling much more competent than this.
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