W H E N ??

Okay, here comes the vent:
When do I get to have "me time" without feeling guilty? 
I actually thought I was going to make it tonight back to the Dailey Method class that I started over a month ago taught by my beautiful sister in law.  Sadly,  once 3:00 hits, I do. not. stop. until after 9:30pm: kids activities, chores, going over homework with 3 kids, giving pre-spelling tests, math quizzes and listening to them read for 25 min, dinner, clean up, laundry changed, and preparation for the following morning all start swirling into this sometimes exhausting whirlwind of chaos that if I am not mentally and physically present for, it just won't get done.  I realize that I have the same amount of hours in a day that everyone else does, I have less kids than some of my friends, and I don't have any other special circumstances that would make it any more of a challenge than anyone else to just get it all done and still make "me time" a priority. So what gives? Doesn't God know that I am consumed by thoughts and feelings of unhappiness with myself? Why do evenings have to always be poured out to everyone else? If I have to choose then I know I am making the right decision by being home with and for my family. It's what I am called to do, and evenings, at least for now, are not all about me.  I am working towards being that super-human ultimately prepared woman who has it all done before 6 o'clock so that I can sneak out of the house for a couple hours and be nice to my body. I wish I was already that woman.

NEW:

JOBS

     1. teaching high school
     2. barista at Starbucks

FLOOR

     Not really in quite yet...but it's gittin done

PHONE NUMBER

     I decided it was time to settle in the 775

HOURS

     I wake up at 5 a.m. now, and soon it will be 4 a.m.
     I don't think I really realized that those hours existed. 
OUTLOOK
     Life moves pretty fast, if I don't stop and look around once and awhile, I could miss it.  -Ferris Bueller
 


 

BAPTISM

A few months ago, Jeffrey asked me if he could get baptized.  His youth group was holding a baptism and he wanted to be a part of it.  The difference between this baptism and the kind I grew up with is  Jeffrey was the one who approached me and wanted to be baptized. It's not better or worse than getting baptized the way the catholic church teaches; just noting one of the differences. I loved listening to him tell me why he thinks it's important and why he was making this kind of decision. I loved hearing his childlike responses that included, "the bible says to do it" and "I think it will be really cool".  I am so thankful to see my kids' love for God inwardly and outwardly.  The girls, of course, found out that he was baptized and both wanted to be baptized as well. So, this weekend, they were! It was a wonderful experience. Pastor Kristopher was so warm and genuine towards them, and helped make this a cherished memory for them.  I am so grateful for the opportunity to raise my kids to know who God is, make sure they know how precious they are to Him, how much He loves them, and the wonderful amazing plans that He has for their future. 

Proverbs 22:6

Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.