Not-my-jobs have been jobbing me this week.  Requiring me to do I-don’t-want to’s, I-don’t-know-how-to’s, I-need-help-to’s.  Bill-jobs.  Jobs he did for us.

I did dishes.

Bill cleaned the garage, knew what to keep and what to toss.  Bill calculated taxes, knew what was owed and what to deduct. Bill haggled insurance policies, knew what to cover and what to claim. Bill dealt with auto repair, knew which tires were new and which to rotate.

I did laundry.

This week I have been deep in taxes, insurance, tires — all the not-my-jobs.  Not my problems, not my world, not mine.

It’s easy, Kath.  Just call, schedule an appointment, guess at answers, ask how many hundreds of dollars it will cost.   Why is easy hard?  Why am I spilling tears and hating this week?

All I want to do are dishes and laundry.   Jesus, please help me do the not-my-jobs.