According to the "schedule" its craft time. But we're a little lax on the schedule this morning. Much to Micah's dismay. He keeps pointing to it and grunting his "words" to let me know. We're off today. I know buddy, its gonna be okay.
Today is day 4 of 8. It's spring-break/daddy's-on-a-missions-trip/mommy's-trying-to-get-lots-of-projects-done-to-keep-busy-and-so-daddy-doesn't-see-the-mid-project-mess week. Yeah that.
Project a la week is: Moving around bedrooms.
Because Abby has sleep issues, she just canNOT share with Mabry and Kate anymore. She keeps them up in the middle of the night and then Kate is tired and miserable
So.
I moved our "cubbies" (the kids locker/thing) into the playroom.
I moved my bills and office stuff to my bedroom.
I painted the office.
I moved Ashley and Emily into the office.
I moved Abby into their old room.
Voila.
I'm basically done. Just need to clean up the aftermath of post room-switch items that don't have a home. And we need to save up some funds for a bunkbed for Ashley and Emily. For now they're just on mattresses on the floor. We're not too proud for that. :)
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Yesterday I was reminiscing of last year's missions trip and reading that blog post. (To read that post, see My life as a youth pastors wife.) So funny, it feels like I could have written it this week. Same thoughts, same feelings. This week ain't my first rodeo. I'm a professional bull rider actually. Or am I the rodeo clown?... Hm. I just know I've got lots of little mutton busters over here. (If you don't know what all that means, you must not live in the south. Search it on YouTube.)
Last night the kids were climbing the walls.... If you know Micah, you know I mean this literally... So I did what I often do to help them burn some energy. I pull the mini trampoline into the kitchen, blare some upbeat music and set the timer, making each one jump for the same minutes as their age. They love it. All six of them. They all cheer on whoever is jumping, with clapping and singing. Its a great way to keep them busy so I can cook dinner.
So as the kids jumped and laughed and the sound of "I'm on top of the world" by Imagine Dragons was deafening in my kitchen, and I gave thanks. That mental snapshot of smiles is a priceless memory.
Later last night I got to FaceTime my hunky pastor/missionary man. Which always makes things better. And then I watched a video my friend had recommended. A beautiful reminder. The perfect timing. A call to joy. The art of celebration. (Strongly encourage you to watch that link. I {heart} Rend Collective.)
And because the Lord is so good at giving me "winks", the very next thing I came across was a new post on the ol' Ann Voscamp blog sharing this profound truth: "Perspective can always adopt gratitude, and gratitude always parents joy."
Ok, Lord, I get it. My life, my house, my kids. Are crazy. But as long as I keep perspective, it leads to gratitude. Which births Joy.
I love my kids. Like, heart bursting love. I love my crazy life. I wouldn't trade it for any other way of living.
My house is a wreck, right now I'm now behind schedule (which Micah has reminded me of again since I sat down to blog), and I'm contemplating a 3rd cup of coffee. I miss my
And I have joy unspeakable and full of glory. :)
"I am on top of the world, ay. I'm on top of the world, ay......"
I love Rend Collective too, so I am off to follow the link!
ReplyDeleteHave a great week!