Thursday, April 4, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
A Tale of Two Truths (and apparently I have a thing for "T's" lately :)
Truth speaking folks.
Always my favorite to be around for a while at a time.
People different from my own flaws that see things from behind different colored glasses.
Love them.
The people who encourage me the most are those who lean hard over coffee and feel safe enough to ask, to wonder with me and to tell me the truth.
Jesus was a truth speaker.
I happen to believe that when scripture tells us that He went about doing good... well I believe that a lot of that was speaking truth as much as healing infirmities.
Infirmities of the mind can be the worst of all.
Lies that creep in, that deform how we view others, life, God.
A twist on God’s design that satan capitalizes on and feeds like it is his prize begonia in this vast garden of humankind.
And we as women folk run silent while doing the dishes and folding clothes and drilling spelling words, just adding the mind to the list of things to organize for that day and if we don’t get to it that day we just let it spill over into the next and the next.
And we feel such a bother to spill our hurts and thoughts and questions to those around us.
Do they really care that we lost half a night’s sleep thinking we had cancer somewhere?
Sometimes it is just easier for us to let the cancer of the mind do it’s dirty work and suffer alone with worry, fear or doubt.
Doubt, that cancer of the soul that forgets so easily words that give life again.
And today before the lunch spread of homemade chicken salad and meatloaf sandwiches made their grand appearance it just slipped out, between friends and I half wondered if I should excuse myself or allow myself to bear what I had been keeping for too long.
And as always, ALWAYS with God’s love alive and shining through flesh and blood, it was grace that covered my questions, and each thought was carefully studied and weighed.
Weighed and tried with years of experience that just soothed me like only grace and the merciful can.
And I felt a tear but did my dead level best to shy it away. It was a tear of relief.
Of relief that it was okay to have questions and feel horrible about some things and get them sorted out like you would recyclables.
Keep some, sort some, and throw some in the rubbish.
For good.
Each of us are marked, shaped by those who have poured into us.
Some, have poured truth.
Some, have not.
Some have left grace on the shelf and led you to believe that all roads are rough, and you must press through any obstacle, people included.
And in my 35 almost 36 years young I am constantly weeding my thought life.
Weeding and enjoying those gracious enough to hear me out, thoughts and feelings and wonderings all alike and help me see things from someone else’s shoes.
It is no fault of someone to have a bent.
Bents are life. They are the result of the pouring of others.
And how are you to know any different until a sweet someone lets you unwind a bit?
No pushing, no arguing.
Just quiet sifting, learning,
leaning
a
different
direction.
To balance out a bit.
Thank you special someone.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
The Taming of the Twelve.
The twelve.
Running up the stairs and down, and playing BOTH pianos.
We sit for tea and a stack of ginger snaps to formulate a plan.
If we are together, we're STRONG... divided..... WEAK.
We are RESOLVED. We are downing ginger snaps like there's no tomorrow.
Alright, sounds good. Come with me to wipe a bottom on the toilet.
Ok, lets start that whole "together" thing AFTER this bathroom break.
I massage my husband's feet for the sole purpose of these visitors seeing and going home to publish my sweetness to their mother.
I am smelling something while Joel enquires about our resources for a snack.
Is it really ONLY 9:30???
The organ was apparently lonely and needs to play along as well. Who knew the first few notes of "Jingle Bells" was so endearing?
I think he's messy?
Again?
No. He just went.
Well you better check anyway.
He checks and gives me the "I told you so," look and I tell him we have celery and peanut butter for snack.
And puzzle pieces are flying and older ones are trying to figure out how to play "Ten Days in Asia."
"Hmmm you can go to Turkey OR Lebanon."
I was just thinking the BACK YARD....
And their chatter is mixed with Joel teaching Anna to draw an "8."
This bubble is bigger than that bubble..
I am bribing a little to watch over another little that is prone to mischief and each time she checks in with me and no one has lost life or limb she gets a hershey kiss.
She checks in a lot. Well it's worth it for some peace of mind.
"MONGOLIA!!"
"5, 6, 7, 8...."
"Machal but ser yam."
A collective, "Huh?"
Tell me again honey? What?
"Machal but ser yam."
Rachel is cutting ham???
Older brother comes to the rescue telling me that his sister is using the restroom.
It's all good.
Two are missing and some shoes are on and we are stealthy parents.
"There sar sants in the bafoom."
Two go exploring and the older girls fear I will make them fold laundry until night fall and so they hide.
Smart girls.
I need a tissue.
Giggling girls run to and from the "sants."
And ONE SQUARE of two-ply comes.
Can I have a little BIGGER piece???
And as they frolic we are reminded again that if they revolt, we are in serious trouble.
The thought also occurs to me that this is what it would have been like if EACH of our littles had a twin.
I mysteriously begin singing praises to God.
I am imagining Michelle Duggar saying in her sing songy voice, "Jim Bob tells me all the time, These are the best days of our lives and we don't even know it."
And some days I want to do physical harm to her for saying so.
But today as I catch Joel's eye and he gives me that, "We will make it though this day and laugh when we go to bed," look,
I know she was spot on today.
....and it's 9:45
Well, I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back.
Let me know if you need some help.
giggle giggle....
Running up the stairs and down, and playing BOTH pianos.
We sit for tea and a stack of ginger snaps to formulate a plan.
If we are together, we're STRONG... divided..... WEAK.
We are RESOLVED. We are downing ginger snaps like there's no tomorrow.
Alright, sounds good. Come with me to wipe a bottom on the toilet.
Ok, lets start that whole "together" thing AFTER this bathroom break.
I massage my husband's feet for the sole purpose of these visitors seeing and going home to publish my sweetness to their mother.
I am smelling something while Joel enquires about our resources for a snack.
Is it really ONLY 9:30???
The organ was apparently lonely and needs to play along as well. Who knew the first few notes of "Jingle Bells" was so endearing?
I think he's messy?
Again?
No. He just went.
Well you better check anyway.
He checks and gives me the "I told you so," look and I tell him we have celery and peanut butter for snack.
And puzzle pieces are flying and older ones are trying to figure out how to play "Ten Days in Asia."
"Hmmm you can go to Turkey OR Lebanon."
I was just thinking the BACK YARD....
And their chatter is mixed with Joel teaching Anna to draw an "8."
This bubble is bigger than that bubble..
I am bribing a little to watch over another little that is prone to mischief and each time she checks in with me and no one has lost life or limb she gets a hershey kiss.
She checks in a lot. Well it's worth it for some peace of mind.
"MONGOLIA!!"
"5, 6, 7, 8...."
"Machal but ser yam."
A collective, "Huh?"
Tell me again honey? What?
"Machal but ser yam."
Rachel is cutting ham???
Older brother comes to the rescue telling me that his sister is using the restroom.
It's all good.
Two are missing and some shoes are on and we are stealthy parents.
"There sar sants in the bafoom."
Two go exploring and the older girls fear I will make them fold laundry until night fall and so they hide.
Smart girls.
I need a tissue.
Giggling girls run to and from the "sants."
And ONE SQUARE of two-ply comes.
Can I have a little BIGGER piece???
And as they frolic we are reminded again that if they revolt, we are in serious trouble.
The thought also occurs to me that this is what it would have been like if EACH of our littles had a twin.
I mysteriously begin singing praises to God.
I am imagining Michelle Duggar saying in her sing songy voice, "Jim Bob tells me all the time, These are the best days of our lives and we don't even know it."
And some days I want to do physical harm to her for saying so.
But today as I catch Joel's eye and he gives me that, "We will make it though this day and laugh when we go to bed," look,
I know she was spot on today.
....and it's 9:45
Well, I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back.
Let me know if you need some help.
giggle giggle....
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Hat's off to you.
Grabbed the girls and went out for a jaunt to do this and that.
I finally bit the bullet and got my engagement ring sized...... up, that is.
Ahhh that just feels so freeing, typing it.
It did make me feel so lovely when the jeweler just happened to mention that the normal ring size for a woman was a seven, and mine, well for almost fourteen years it has been hanging around at a size
5 3/4.
Yeah it's been too long in coming, but it slides and looks lovely.
Yes you should. You are wondering if you should do the same.
Yes.
And while you are at it, give those old skirts, you know, the ones from college...
to the teen girl in your church.
And carry some chocolate in your purse for the first time she walks in with one of them.
Or you could just burn them.
Just an idea or two.
We stopped in at the mall to get my ring and afterwards I went to one store and my hubby and a little went to another.
Something about hats on sale.
I found a sweet white jacket for a steal and met up with Joel to find him sporting a cute new hat. He never buys things for himself so I was tickled that he did so.
The girls felt sucked into Clarie's to look at pretties and Joel excused himself to use the restroom.
Yeah not the best topic for blogs, but hey, it goes with the story.
Once we had our fill of headbands we went out to sit on a few chairs to wait for Joel and then he came and we were off to the next store.
And it occurred to me that he wasn't wearing his hat.
"Oh, yeah, well the man cleaning the restroom said he liked it, so I gave it to him."
I am half startled and half smiling.
"And I gave him a tract and told him that Jesus loves him."
What a wonderful thing.
And he went on to tell me that the money he spent on that hat is well worth the possibility of a soul coming to know the Lord.
I found words to ask him what the man said.
"He didn't really know what to say. He just kept telling me thank you."
"Thank You."
Thank you, nice man, for caring more for me then your new hat.
And I would look at him in the car in the dark with the littles half in dreamland and say thank you too.
"Thank you God."
Thank you for a man who loves people, me included.
Thank you for how his heart drawn close to you draws mine too.
I imagine the story that that worker told to his wife or friend that night,
possibly when they said,
"Hey, nice hat."
:-)
I finally bit the bullet and got my engagement ring sized...... up, that is.
Ahhh that just feels so freeing, typing it.
It did make me feel so lovely when the jeweler just happened to mention that the normal ring size for a woman was a seven, and mine, well for almost fourteen years it has been hanging around at a size
5 3/4.
Yeah it's been too long in coming, but it slides and looks lovely.
Yes you should. You are wondering if you should do the same.
Yes.
And while you are at it, give those old skirts, you know, the ones from college...
to the teen girl in your church.
And carry some chocolate in your purse for the first time she walks in with one of them.
Or you could just burn them.
Just an idea or two.
We stopped in at the mall to get my ring and afterwards I went to one store and my hubby and a little went to another.
Something about hats on sale.
I found a sweet white jacket for a steal and met up with Joel to find him sporting a cute new hat. He never buys things for himself so I was tickled that he did so.
The girls felt sucked into Clarie's to look at pretties and Joel excused himself to use the restroom.
Yeah not the best topic for blogs, but hey, it goes with the story.
Once we had our fill of headbands we went out to sit on a few chairs to wait for Joel and then he came and we were off to the next store.
And it occurred to me that he wasn't wearing his hat.
"Oh, yeah, well the man cleaning the restroom said he liked it, so I gave it to him."
I am half startled and half smiling.
"And I gave him a tract and told him that Jesus loves him."
What a wonderful thing.
And he went on to tell me that the money he spent on that hat is well worth the possibility of a soul coming to know the Lord.
I found words to ask him what the man said.
"He didn't really know what to say. He just kept telling me thank you."
"Thank You."
Thank you, nice man, for caring more for me then your new hat.
And I would look at him in the car in the dark with the littles half in dreamland and say thank you too.
"Thank you God."
Thank you for a man who loves people, me included.
Thank you for how his heart drawn close to you draws mine too.
I imagine the story that that worker told to his wife or friend that night,
possibly when they said,
"Hey, nice hat."
:-)
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Unworthy
It's the end of February.
The littles are refusing to wear socks and getting the most out of their Saturday.
Older brothers are bargaining that if we do school today we can have off the whole day Monday and go to the zoo.
Family radio is streaming and jammies can be seen on no one but me.
It is a good day.
Not because it is Saturday, not because we have food in our bellies, not because we all slept well.
It is a good day because God made it, made us, and has a plan for our lives this very day.
I am pondering the life of Jacob this fine day.
There is still laundry to do, ironing to do for church tomorrow, reading to do with the kiddos, but I am stopping and thinking on Jacob for a bit.
What a guy.
A deceiver.
A runaway.
A wrestler with God.
The Bible says that he prevailed.
He being, Jacob. Prevailing against God and begging him for a blessing.
Surely I am not the only one who finds this amazing.
And then after he wins, God asks Jacob what his name is.
He knows but he asks him anyway.
He asks him so he can tell him what is name WAS. It will forever be changed from here on out.
Jacob will forever be changed.
Then Jacob, in turn, asks God what HIS name is.
And God only asks him why he is asking.
How often we see something that only HE can do and still ask, "Is that YOU, Lord?"
And He blesses him there.
What a sight. Wrestling with God, wrestling really his whole life with situations, tricking and being taken advantage of....
And we would say that he made his own bed and should lie in it, and write him off.
But God blesses him.
God comes from heaven in bodily form and in my mind's eye I can picture him thinking as he looks down on Jacob, "Alright. You want to fight, you got it."
You've been there.
Wrestling with life.
Somehow thinking that if you wrestled your last bit of strength out you would no longer be frustrated, angry, bitter, tired of those around you.
Tired of being taken, getting out of your own messes.
And in the midst of your miserable God blesses you anyway.
And God sees our brokenness and asks us what our name is.
We tell him all of our inadequacies and he says, "That's not your name anymore."
Hmmm.
He's right. Christ's brokenness for us changed our standing, our worthiness to God.
And we see, and we are humbled that he would even want to bless us, and we walk with a limp in our spirit the rest of the day.
And Jacob prepares for a hard day.
And says this, "I am not worthy of the least of all the mercies, and of all the truth, which thou hast shewed unto thy servant;" Gen. 32:10a
And my heart echoes Jacob's.
And the littles prepare for a play....
Good Saturday to you friends.
The littles are refusing to wear socks and getting the most out of their Saturday.
Older brothers are bargaining that if we do school today we can have off the whole day Monday and go to the zoo.
Family radio is streaming and jammies can be seen on no one but me.
It is a good day.
Not because it is Saturday, not because we have food in our bellies, not because we all slept well.
It is a good day because God made it, made us, and has a plan for our lives this very day.
I am pondering the life of Jacob this fine day.
There is still laundry to do, ironing to do for church tomorrow, reading to do with the kiddos, but I am stopping and thinking on Jacob for a bit.
What a guy.
A deceiver.
A runaway.
A wrestler with God.
The Bible says that he prevailed.
He being, Jacob. Prevailing against God and begging him for a blessing.
Surely I am not the only one who finds this amazing.
And then after he wins, God asks Jacob what his name is.
He knows but he asks him anyway.
He asks him so he can tell him what is name WAS. It will forever be changed from here on out.
Jacob will forever be changed.
Then Jacob, in turn, asks God what HIS name is.
And God only asks him why he is asking.
How often we see something that only HE can do and still ask, "Is that YOU, Lord?"
And He blesses him there.
What a sight. Wrestling with God, wrestling really his whole life with situations, tricking and being taken advantage of....
And we would say that he made his own bed and should lie in it, and write him off.
But God blesses him.
God comes from heaven in bodily form and in my mind's eye I can picture him thinking as he looks down on Jacob, "Alright. You want to fight, you got it."
You've been there.
Wrestling with life.
Somehow thinking that if you wrestled your last bit of strength out you would no longer be frustrated, angry, bitter, tired of those around you.
Tired of being taken, getting out of your own messes.
And in the midst of your miserable God blesses you anyway.
And God sees our brokenness and asks us what our name is.
We tell him all of our inadequacies and he says, "That's not your name anymore."
Hmmm.
He's right. Christ's brokenness for us changed our standing, our worthiness to God.
And we see, and we are humbled that he would even want to bless us, and we walk with a limp in our spirit the rest of the day.
And Jacob prepares for a hard day.
And says this, "I am not worthy of the least of all the mercies, and of all the truth, which thou hast shewed unto thy servant;" Gen. 32:10a
And my heart echoes Jacob's.
And the littles prepare for a play....
Good Saturday to you friends.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Every pot has it's lid.....
It's February. One of my mostest favoritest times of the year. (and yes I did that just so I could see the red squiggilies tell me that was "wrong.")
I love red and all things love and it just may be because I was allowed to watch more Anne of Green Gables than one should be allowed in three lifetimes. : )
And my hair is no longer even able to be swept up like Anne's and I don't even want to know what size skirts she was fitting in, what size I am not fitting in, and I saw somewhere sometime that Gilbert is balding and has ginormous crow's feet around his eyes.
Just sayin'.
(pardon me as I reach for another brownie...)
And the friends on facebook are running miles and I have miles of laundry that just never ends.
And I somehow lost my spunk for the season.
And it's sad, really.
And talks about school work have replaced gazing into each other's eyes. Well my coke bottle glasses that I have to wear because of my lack of contacts might have hindered that a bit too.
But on the flip-side we can always start a fire with enough direct sunlight.
I digress....
And the cardinals, the males, are feeding the females, and I am wondering how on earth we missed that concept????
The littles are at Chinese class which may really come in handy even if they never make it to the foreign field. Some nights when couples discuss family vacations and bills found under the couch it really is like you are speaking different dialects.
And we are late for the church activity and need to get the roast done like last night, so out comes the pressure cooker.
We throw in this and that, what we think will be good and snap on the lid like pros.
So like marriage, is it not?
We just KNOW it all. We have been around the world after all. Well only as far as Indiana, but that can't be that different from the rest of the world, now can it??
And we give our opinions and rationalize and carry our flowers down the isle of wedded bliss.
More like weeded bliss.
And we realize that toothpaste caps and socks on the floor can turn us into the Incredible Hulk, and little after little after little can make us kiss goodbye to the college wardrobe that we swore WE would stay in til our thirties.
And the thirties come and we are still living and loving and making things stretch and not missing those first years that we now see our friends go through. Who by the way seem to us to be getting married in their teens??? Were we really that silly and missing it??
uh, you-bet-your-bottom-dollar.
And we look at our parents like they are amazing to just have survived potty training, and why haven't we asked them more things and why are they not spending all of their time signing autographs?
We argue over how much steam is supposed to come out of the pressure cooker....
We have so seen our steam in our marriage.
And by steam of course I mean pride.
Something like, Only by pride cometh steam.... or something like that.
And the cooker is steaming and we busy ourselves with things to get ready to take to the activity and sure enough it is time to take the roast out.
We look at each other as if to say, "I thought you were going to tell ME how this all ends."
I mention something about " well it would help to read the manual.."
And that has helped.
Where would we both be, our family be without it?
And there are days when you almost wished Ephesians 5 was still written in Greek.
Life, marriage, is responsibility.
Loving takes work and risk.
He heads towards the sink when I mention something about running cool water on it right off of the stove.
We have the fright of our lives when it squeals and I am half into the other room fearing it blowing it's top.
I scramble through the manual..... whew. I was right.
That washing of water by the Word is the only thing to cool things down....and fast.
We giggle like we did in college over the sink.
Me feeling so justified in my "rightness" and he mentioning that I was "outta there" and didn't even care to rescue him in my hurry.
Bottom line, we need to refresh ourselves with the manual if we are to make some scrumptious meal out of life together.
We pull the roast and add sauce for sandwiches and tell each other we should cook together more often.
Indeed we should.
I love red and all things love and it just may be because I was allowed to watch more Anne of Green Gables than one should be allowed in three lifetimes. : )
And my hair is no longer even able to be swept up like Anne's and I don't even want to know what size skirts she was fitting in, what size I am not fitting in, and I saw somewhere sometime that Gilbert is balding and has ginormous crow's feet around his eyes.
Just sayin'.
(pardon me as I reach for another brownie...)
And the friends on facebook are running miles and I have miles of laundry that just never ends.
And I somehow lost my spunk for the season.
And it's sad, really.
And talks about school work have replaced gazing into each other's eyes. Well my coke bottle glasses that I have to wear because of my lack of contacts might have hindered that a bit too.
But on the flip-side we can always start a fire with enough direct sunlight.
I digress....
And the cardinals, the males, are feeding the females, and I am wondering how on earth we missed that concept????
The littles are at Chinese class which may really come in handy even if they never make it to the foreign field. Some nights when couples discuss family vacations and bills found under the couch it really is like you are speaking different dialects.
And we are late for the church activity and need to get the roast done like last night, so out comes the pressure cooker.
We throw in this and that, what we think will be good and snap on the lid like pros.
So like marriage, is it not?
We just KNOW it all. We have been around the world after all. Well only as far as Indiana, but that can't be that different from the rest of the world, now can it??
And we give our opinions and rationalize and carry our flowers down the isle of wedded bliss.
More like weeded bliss.
And we realize that toothpaste caps and socks on the floor can turn us into the Incredible Hulk, and little after little after little can make us kiss goodbye to the college wardrobe that we swore WE would stay in til our thirties.
And the thirties come and we are still living and loving and making things stretch and not missing those first years that we now see our friends go through. Who by the way seem to us to be getting married in their teens??? Were we really that silly and missing it??
uh, you-bet-your-bottom-dollar.
And we look at our parents like they are amazing to just have survived potty training, and why haven't we asked them more things and why are they not spending all of their time signing autographs?
We argue over how much steam is supposed to come out of the pressure cooker....
We have so seen our steam in our marriage.
And by steam of course I mean pride.
Something like, Only by pride cometh steam.... or something like that.
And the cooker is steaming and we busy ourselves with things to get ready to take to the activity and sure enough it is time to take the roast out.
We look at each other as if to say, "I thought you were going to tell ME how this all ends."
I mention something about " well it would help to read the manual.."
And that has helped.
Where would we both be, our family be without it?
And there are days when you almost wished Ephesians 5 was still written in Greek.
Life, marriage, is responsibility.
Loving takes work and risk.
He heads towards the sink when I mention something about running cool water on it right off of the stove.
We have the fright of our lives when it squeals and I am half into the other room fearing it blowing it's top.
I scramble through the manual..... whew. I was right.
That washing of water by the Word is the only thing to cool things down....and fast.
We giggle like we did in college over the sink.
Me feeling so justified in my "rightness" and he mentioning that I was "outta there" and didn't even care to rescue him in my hurry.
Bottom line, we need to refresh ourselves with the manual if we are to make some scrumptious meal out of life together.
We pull the roast and add sauce for sandwiches and tell each other we should cook together more often.
Indeed we should.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
A Day that will live on in Infamy.... well perhaps not that long....
Ever have one of those days?
THOSE days?
The ones you refer to as "those" because truth be told you don't want to remember any crumb of a detail about them, so, you just refer to them as "those."
"Those" as in, "those-nasty--awful--very-bad" days.
I have.
I did.....
today.
It started out grand. A real bacon-and-eggs sunny-side-up average day.
It ended with a cancelled trip, grumpy kids because of previous cancelled trip, a trip to the local Russian Orthodox church parking lot where we sat with the gas tank flashing empty and me flashing my license and registration and my face flashing red as I saw how fast I was going, and where a rather large portion of my money was going.....
(pardon me as I sigh)
and then a trip to see my husband and cry while one of the littles tells me in a very harsh tone that "She TOLD me to be careful." And then I stopped crying and tried to imagine how I could crash her next birthday party.
That is if she lived that long....
And then a trip home to make dinner and try to piece the day back together while the littles decide to clean the dollhouse furniture in the bathroom sink leaving a very wet little phone, now on the fritz which will not stop buzzing and came to rest in a bowl of rice to dry out for a day or two.
They are fighting and I am yelling and can't this day come to a close yet?!!
And we recite our verses over more rice and tacos and I am wondering why Matthew never has a "blessed are they that mourn for their mad money which is now going to the courthouse...... for they shall inherit a great sum of money."
And sniffles are wiped on sleeves and no one wants to scrub the really nasty pot and I am now dreaming of all things chocolate.....
Too much water is added to the brownie mix by a little desperately trying to learn and I am wondering if she will always be Amelia Bedelia.... well..... they'll be MOIST....
And knitting becomes tangled in the five needles I am using for my first ever sock and I am wondering if I will ever have the courage to knit the second one. Perhaps I should just hang this one on the wall and call it a day.
So I head to bed at the ripe old hour of 7:30 and decide to hibernate or pray for the Lord's return.
Or both.
And await a new day.
Good night friends.
THOSE days?
The ones you refer to as "those" because truth be told you don't want to remember any crumb of a detail about them, so, you just refer to them as "those."
"Those" as in, "those-nasty--awful--very-bad" days.
I have.
I did.....
today.
It started out grand. A real bacon-and-eggs sunny-side-up average day.
It ended with a cancelled trip, grumpy kids because of previous cancelled trip, a trip to the local Russian Orthodox church parking lot where we sat with the gas tank flashing empty and me flashing my license and registration and my face flashing red as I saw how fast I was going, and where a rather large portion of my money was going.....
(pardon me as I sigh)
and then a trip to see my husband and cry while one of the littles tells me in a very harsh tone that "She TOLD me to be careful." And then I stopped crying and tried to imagine how I could crash her next birthday party.
That is if she lived that long....
And then a trip home to make dinner and try to piece the day back together while the littles decide to clean the dollhouse furniture in the bathroom sink leaving a very wet little phone, now on the fritz which will not stop buzzing and came to rest in a bowl of rice to dry out for a day or two.
They are fighting and I am yelling and can't this day come to a close yet?!!
And we recite our verses over more rice and tacos and I am wondering why Matthew never has a "blessed are they that mourn for their mad money which is now going to the courthouse...... for they shall inherit a great sum of money."
And sniffles are wiped on sleeves and no one wants to scrub the really nasty pot and I am now dreaming of all things chocolate.....
Too much water is added to the brownie mix by a little desperately trying to learn and I am wondering if she will always be Amelia Bedelia.... well..... they'll be MOIST....
And knitting becomes tangled in the five needles I am using for my first ever sock and I am wondering if I will ever have the courage to knit the second one. Perhaps I should just hang this one on the wall and call it a day.
So I head to bed at the ripe old hour of 7:30 and decide to hibernate or pray for the Lord's return.
Or both.
And await a new day.
Good night friends.
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