Today was one of those days. Tonight was one of those nights. Mom didn't feel too good and the kidlets were in rare form.
Brought the middle girly home from dance and said hello to a monstrous mess throughout the house. It was mainly my nearly-three girl's fault, but really, all the kids gladly contributed to toys in every.nook.and.cranny.
Monday is co-op day, and the beginning of all things school and regular schedule. It's also paperwork and pay bills day since I don't have to teach. After cramming that all into one morning, along with not feeling well, I was pooped.
So when I got home and the kids hadn't eaten and my home was a hurricane, I knew it was a long night ahead.
The saving grace was chicken quesadillas for dinner. I gobbled those things up like an athlete gobbles Powerade. Then we proceeded to clean.
Not to mince words, I am a drill sergeant during clean-up. I am slightly impatient in that I want the mess fixed fast and to boot I have young children who are in training and not so focused. In fact, my youngest is in "Squirrel!" mode 99% of the time. I'm also impatient because I want to be done and have some fun. That's my motto.
Now the rest is history. My kids are all in bed. The house is officially clean. I am sitting on the couch, with a headache, but happily munching on a cinnamon roll. A neck massage pillow behind my head. Re-watching the NFC Championship game. Okay, that last part is not my choice but my husband's. Which is so totally funny to me because...yes, I like to replay games, but maybe a month later when there's no more football? It happened like last night for heaven's sake. He makes me laugh.
Tomorrow is the dawn of a new day. And new messes. But give me a cup of coffee and I can take it.
Happy Monday!
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The every day ramblings of a woman who loves Jesus much because He loved me first, enough to die on a cross. And as His child, though I come short so often, He embraces and forgives...just as I am.
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Amelia's in Heaven
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For quite some time we walked around in fogs of darkest gray, wanting you to snuggle close, inside our arms to stay. Your loss was very sudden; a rug pulled from our feet. All the dreams we had for you were gone in death's defeat. Instead of coming home to us, you were born in Jesus' arms. Free from ol' sin nature's tug; safe from mischief's harm. Though we'd like to kiss your cheeks and put you down for bed, You are resting in God's heav'n, feasting on His Bread. See, life with us seems better than what you're experiencing now. We wanted you to thrill and thrive...yet God will teach you how. While we battle sickness, pain, and grief, you've conquered in the fight. And though you'll miss our earthly joy, you bathe in God's delight. We will miss you, precious gem, Amelia, Driven One. But your days ahead aren't sad; they're soaking up the Son. As our transient paths lead on, we'll treasure what's above. Disappointment in this life can't keep us from His love. We haven't seen or heard quite yet of what He has in store. But one day it will include joining you on Glory's shore. Until then we'll thank the Lord for a fresh day to breathe air, a chance to share the light of Truth; to laugh, to give, to care. We hope you know that Mom and Dad are oh, so proud of you...dancing, bowing, praising God...a perfect girl 'tis true. Thank you, Amelia, for your life has left us not the same. We still have questions why you left, but because you came...You've brought us closer to God's heart, You bring us to our knees. God's promises are dearer still. His grace has met our needs. Better to love deeply and lose than to not have loved at all. Your place behind our heart remains; engraved upon its wall. ~ Mom
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About Me
- Joy
- Happily married for 11 years to my Best Friend and Love. Proud mom to our 4 children; 3 girls and a boy. We also have two angel babies. Amelia, stillborn and another little one who was miscarried. God is a God of second chances and the Creator of new life! I am a forever follower of Jesus, Lover of my soul. I also drink books, organization, bake, shop and hang out with friends. When not pregnant, I also like to work out like crazy. Life is good.
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