Outside my window...sun is shining, birds are chirping, it is a beautiful and glorious day. I can't wait until when life goes back to spending a day like today at the park.
I am thinking...that I feel a little guilty for blogging when I should be packing. But, seriously, I needed a good excuse to be sitting for a minute!
I am thankful for...all the people who have stepped up to help us out this week. And for the opportunity to move into a new house and that we sold this one. It has been a whirlwind but I am really thankful for all of it.
From the learning rooms...nothing! We've been working math facts, finishing our history book and phonics and piano practice.
From the kitchen...using up whatever is left in the freezer without making too much of a mess. It is tricky!
I am wearing...workout clothes and a ponytail.
I am creating...boxes and boxes and boxes. Whew!
I am going...to pick up the kids from my sister-in-laws in a little bit. Other than that, I'm not sure. My head is still spinning.
I am reading...ummmm.......blogs? does that count?
I am hoping...for a dry Friday! And looking forward to a weekend of unpacking. Yippee!
I am hearing...quiet.
Around the house...Everything is ready to go at the new house. We still have a few little odds and ends to finish here. The carpets were cleaned today. So, I just gotta keep boxing and packing and getting laundry done.
One of my favorite things...purple sharpie markers. And my husband, who has been working so hard that he missed Lost last night to get stuff done on the new house and then worked on work stuff till 2 am.
A few plans for the rest of the week: You know it! Moving! Yay!
Why is it that people (in general) find it to be easier to be coy or sarcastic as a way of starting conversation versus kind and truthful? As often as I am out with my kids, someone is instigating conversation with us--usually me. And typically, this "converstation" (if it could be defined as such--the quick exchange of words between two entities unfamiliar with each other about nothing in particular) is usually begun with some kind of meant-to-be-funny comment.
"Are they all yours?" (Yes. Can't you tell? They all look exactly alike...)
"You have your hands full." (Yes, I do. In a good way.)
"Better you than me!" (Ummm....)
"I couldn't do it...I can't handle one!" (I think one is actually harder than many.)
And so forth and so on. I could go on, but I'm to tired to do so. Which brings me to tonight and a new one.
I took the three littles out for ice cream at Graeters. You know, the real ice cream parlor kind of place. Jacob and Liz had generous sized portions of their favorite ice cream and Nick had a sugar cookie. Ken was out the the two older boys so I was trying to do something special for the other three. Everybody was very good and we enjoyed our ice cream and our conversation. On the way out, a middle-aged woman (who was there with elderly parents) said as we walked by, "Wow, Mom, taking three kids out for ice cream...." I, of course, smiled and replied, "And we managed to escape without any major catastrophes!" Trying to play along (why do I feel compelled to play along out of politeness?). To which she replied in the Voice of Impending Doom, "Yeah, but you still have to get them buckled in." Albeit, with a totally serious and somewhat scornful face.
I realize that she thought she was saying something witty and really not at all harmful. But for some reason that really got me. Partially because I wondered if she was watching me all the way to the car for some sort of meltdown that would require dragging one child by the arm, screaming and yelling at the other, baby crying on my hip, and losing all the contents of my purse.
No such thing happened. We made it into the car with no issues, as expected. But still, I felt watched. And worse, I got into the car feeling on edge. It put a damper on my perfectly peaceful night. Silly, I know. I shouldn't let dumb little stuff get to me.
Why can't we as a society build each other up? Why can't we say, "I'm impressed. I hope your kids are good for you on the way home." or "I remember those days, what a blessing!" or even a simple, "I hope they enjoyed their ice cream!" How hard is that?
Yes, I on occasion get those comments and I'm thankful for them. But they are far and few between.
Let us not be a society of negativism. Fight back! Be positive! Encourage someone you wouldn't normally think needs the encouragement this week.
Okay, so next year, I need to do better! 40 bags? Not even close? You'd think with this pending move I'd have been cranking out the decluttering. Not so. Reminder to self: You only completed 12 stinky bags! 12!
Six trash and six giveaway and I know there is waaaayyyy more crapola in this house than that. But, here's the real problem.
I think I have boxing block.
I'm not talking about some sort of fancy athletic move involving gloves and stopping your opponent from knocking you out.
I'm talking about I open a box, I tape the bottom, turn it right side up and look at it.
Outside my window...the sun is shining, the birds are singing... it is going to be another beautiful day.
I am thinking...that I should be out there, not in here!
I am thankful for...God's providence. You know, when we started this whole house process (almost 2 years ago now), we were confident in God's plan. We knew His plan was good and we have tried really hard to stay faithful to that through everything. Then during this past Lent, we began to doubt. It crept in. We were weary, and worried, and beginning to wonder if we were doing the right thing at all. Now, we are starting to see everything come full circle and that His plan is good. Just as He told us it was. So now, we shake the doubt and instead sing Alleluia and shout God is good! And record these thoughts for ourselves for the next time we are walking in the desert.
From the learning rooms...plodding through. Trying to accomplish what we can. Trying to get our thinking caps back on after a week off.
From the kitchen...leftover potato soup for tonight. The rest of the week, trying to come up with meals from the freezer and pantry. Attempt to use what we've got!
I am wearing...exercise shorts and a t-shirt. Planning on getting a workout in today.
I am creating...boxes and messes. That will be the only thing happening here for awhile!
I am going...to Lowe's for more paint. To Kohl's for more clothes for the kids. To the new house for..... well, just to go because we love it there.
I am reading...bills.
I am hoping...for a peaceful next two weeks, as much as possible.
I am hearing...little people say "I'm hungry!" ...all this outside time makes everybody hungry all the time!
Around the house...packing and packing. And trying to keep my head from spinning! Too much to do and it takes me waaayyyy too long to get anything done. Such is the way with a one year old in the house!
One of my favorite things...speaking of one year olds..... Oh, they amaze me. They charm me. I just love this age. They are starting to really show their personality, they are into everything, and they make me laugh. I love their little legs and smiles and everything about them.
A few plans for the rest of the week...we'll just have to see how the week unfolds! No official plans yet.
As a follow-up to this post, I am showing the end result of what we did.
They worked hard to ease Jesus' suffering with their good deeds. Now, they get to decorate a proper king's crown for Christ. Complete with jewels. Only, we were out of yellow (aka "gold") paint and so we substituted Princely Purple instead. The boys weren't super thrilled about this but Liz was!
Thankfully, we know what is coming don't we? Can you keep yourself from rejoicing in the idea that tomorrow He rises? I can't. But I often think how miserable, how sad, how defeated the disciples, Mary his mother, and Mary Magdelen felt after His death. Not fully realizing the joy that is to come. We have it easy don't we? We get to see the big picture.
After this, aware that everything was now finished,
in order that the Scripture might be fulfilled,
Jesus said, “I thirst.”
There was a vessel filled with common wine.
So they put a sponge soaked in wine on a sprig of hyssop
and put it up to his mouth.
When Jesus had taken the wine, he said,
“It is finished.”
And bowing his head, he handed over the spirit.