Another Day

Is there anything more peaceful than the silence of early morning as my family sleeps? You'd think I'd be eager to stay curled up my comfy bed as long as possible while everyone sleeps, but this has become my favorite time of day. I've come to cherish the early mornings, a cup of coffee, the complete silence (aside from the local news chatting away) and the overall peacefulness at this time. I've been sitting here thinking about the kids and how much fun they both had last night playing with their daddy on the living room floor. Abigail played so hard that it didn't take long for her to fall asleep when she went to bed and that's a miracle!

I'm amazed, touched, overwhelmed, humbled, and speechless when I think about how much God has blessed me. I have a sweet, funny, sometimes (ok, often) goofy husband that loves me and the kids with all of his heart, the most beautiful children anyone could ask for, another one on the way, the most amazing Godly parents, a beautiful warm hearted sister, wonderful extended family and friends, and so much more. I may be far from financially "rich", but I have something worth more than money or gold. I have my family and friends that God has blessed me with. I have my relationship with God, through which He's teaching me more and more everyday. I'm rich with God's love and all of the many blessings He's given me and that's a wealth that's worth more than all of the gold, silver, or cash that the world has to offer. Thank you Lord for EVERYTHING!

It never ends

Ah, what a morning! I started off energized, motivated, and determined. The kids had a good breakfast and were busy playing and entertaining each other. I got the dishwasher loaded and running then moved on to the living room. I sorted laundry and picked up all of the toys. Once I picked up everything I found the living room rug that I had forgotten about. Between the double layer of toys, miscellaneous clothes, stuffed animals and Lord only knows what else, I'd completely forgotten that we had an area rug in here!! After sprinkling the carpet fresh everywhere, the vacuum was coughing/choking...um I mean humming away as it picked up some things that I couldn't quite identify. Crumbs and bits from Abby and Sammy no doubt, but still kinda frightening none the less. As I turned the vacuum off, I breathed in the wonderful fresh scent of French Vanilla coming from the clean rug and carpet. Ahhhh, I was feeling better already! Of course Samuel was sitting in the kitchen screaming his little lungs out, terrified of the big, loud, red monster that mommy was pushing around. After scooping him up and calming him down he was ready for a nap. Finally, I was able to sit down on the couch and take a deep breath, I was having a productive morning and the living room was clean!! Or so I thought.

I realized that in my "picking up frenzy", I'd placed all the clean laundry on the couch along with the toys that belong in Abby's room and other random items that had been on the floor. *sigh* I'm not feeling so productive now as I stare at the mountain of clothes to be folded, toys that still need to be put away, another mound of clothes waiting to be washed, oh and the side table needs to be tidied up, the entertainment center dusted, and attempt some kind of order to the plethora of toys sitting in front of the fireplace. If I can get all of this done I'll have the grand satisfaction of knowing that ONE room in the house is done. Ugh, that only leaves the kitchen, bathrooms, kids' rooms, our room, dining room, laundry room....all of which have their own issues and projects waiting and needing to be done. I guarantee that by the time I make it to the next room it will probably be a different day and by then? the living room will need to be picked up and probably vacuumed again. I wonder if every room in my house will ever manage to be clean at the same time? Will there ever be a day without laundry waiting? Will the sink ever be empty of dirty dishes? Will I ever walk more than two feet without stepping on some painful toy that I don't see until it's almost punctured the arch of my foot? Oh wait....I have a 2 year old and a 1 year old AND one on the way in January...so I guess the answer to my many questions is...YES that day will come in about 20 years, or so I can hope/dream/wish and pray!