there have been alot this week. i'd like to plead the 5th and claim pregnancy for the lows. the truth would be its really just been me. but since i'm on the pregnancy topic . . .
- i'm ready to boycott maternity jeans - seriously!!
- this week - bending over has been a serious chore.
- my left calf still feels the lingering effects of a brutal leg cramp from earlier this week.
- today, i think she was as tired as i was with her brothers poor cries.
- the jeans, did i mention the jeans? i've been wearing regular ones - for the sake of my boycott.
- dark chocolate & peanut butter are still very good.
- the midwife was shocked at my honesty when i told her this week that i haven't really cared abit what i've ate. it made her laugh. no, i was not pretending or trying to make myself look good . . . starbucks? ok!!
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so this morning especially was not my greatest in mothering. they were all crying - screaming really. i felt the same way. one had a bite mark on the arm that tore skin. one seems to react by OVERreacting. one would not be consoled by any means - admittedly made worse by being kept out of the back of the house, where all mom was trying to do was clean the bathroom up from the gigantic mess made by another sibling. potty training has been a rough go. sharing has been a rough go. kindness has been a rough go. obedience has been a rough go. sAniTy has been a rough go : ) saying no, tattling, biting, whining . . . those have come much easier today. by lunch the house, their character and my attitude had made a remarkable recovery. it was a cry for wisdom, beg for grace, plead for patience, show love, remember the 'whys' of the 'do's' sort of morning. if i would remember in the middle of testing moments that i'm supposed to respond so they see Jesus in me . . . . that would make for more highs -
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speaking of tests - got some old letters in the mail yesterday that i'd sent to my aunt. rich, very rich : )
in case you're having trouble with my 11 year old penmanship - the first is telling about my math report card. i raised my C- grade to a B- and i point out how that was VERY good! ah yes, me and math have never been a great combo! the second one talks about how i ran a mile in 8.49 minutes : )
there was one from amie - she asked what dear auntie was doing and then told how she had been doing nothing - lol. bad grades & slow miles, thats better than nothing, darling!!! ahh, it was good for a laugh.
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there's a tear running down his right eye and a bright red cheek where moments earlier he got wacked pretty good with his daddy's drink. but that was past and he was happy to still have it. and no, he's not drinking it. benny doesn't need energy drinks : )
so its the weekend. the pillowcases are ironed. the boys are sleeping. we're going to bbq pizza tonight, walk main street days, look forward to communion . . . .
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'i can do all things through Him who strengthens me.' phil 4
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