She is so calm

A neat little post on the necessity of homemaking…

Lessons from vintage fiction

It is only 10:30 am and the day has already been rough.

Reasons for the difficulty:

1. I started the children on the newly tweaked schedule.

2. My attitude stinks.

3. There is an insane amount of housework awaiting me once again (after the weekend).

4. It has been raining a lot, so the children are experiencing cabin fever.

5. There is a pile of ‘just discovered’ potty trainer poop on our living room floor that everyone stepped on and tracked up the stairs.

6. The one year old has been crying since yesterday. At the moment he is calm because he is chewing on a spoon. He’s teething again.

7. I am still finding traces of the previously described bowl movement on everyones feet-including my own.

8. My attitude stinks today. Yes, I know I wrote that twice.

It is really a prayer matter. Life goes on and on and on whether I complain or dig in my heels…whether I nag or scream. I can stay on the rollercoaster quietly even if I don’t enjoy it; waiting for the the loop to be finished…or I can scream, “I want to get off!” at the top of my lungs to no avail. I can go on strike or ask for some perspective from God. I have the choice at this moment to turn everything around. I may have no control over the events of the day, but I can skip out on the temptation to throw a pity party. I throw those parties because of pride anyway-It is a self centered emotion.

“Pride only breeds quarrels, but wisdom is found in those who take advice.” Proverbs 13:10
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galations 6:9