Peaceful morning, the house is quiet. I’m making baby-girl’s lunch thinking “How in the world am I making her lunch for her to take to school?” That seems crazy to me. She is getting so big, so fast.
And the rest of the morning? I wish it was as calm and as smooth as this morning at 6 am. Alas, not the case. But, the Lord is good to me – my heart was thankful and my soul was calm. Red lights seemed to steer clear of me as we drove downtown, allowing us to arrive almost on time. This was a mercy as I didn’t allow enough wiggle room for baby brother’s overly active bowels since solids were introduced. (Sorry ‘bout that, just keeping it real). And then I showed up 30 minutes late for bible study. Oh well, we’ll try again next week. And sweet lady is tired (and a bit grumpy) as we prepare her for nap. This is OK, there is grace and momma’s arms for the tired.
Oh yes, and here’s our house. It’s a product of the crazy.
Clothes dumped out of above bag to make room…why do I have a dress-up dress with me? It’s just a part of mothering a three year old girl.
And the crazy sink…about to go fix that right now…sweet hubby cleaned them all last night for me (bless that man) – and I never put them away. I just grabbed the dishes as I needed them! But, such is life, right?