Hal-le-lu-jah

I experienced a miracle today...a BIG one. You see, I'm in the process of transitioning my 2 year old from the nursery to sitting in church. Yeah...lots of fun. It's a little extra tricky since I'm a single parent during church, since my hubs is the pastor. Three boys, in church, by myself is a challenge. BUT, today, Jake made it through the whole service and fell asleep on my lap! Can I get an AMEN!!!!! WOO HOO!! I was able to actually listen to Ben's sermon...on the four letter word W-A-I-T. (He, by the way, does not call it a 4 letter word. HA!) But I often view waiting that way....I'm not good at it. Today, God knew I needed to hear the message...and now instead of waiting...I am eagerly anticipating...doesn't that sound SO MUCH BETTER! More on that later...

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Good Grief!

Seriously. Is this really necessary? Good Grief! If you ask Eli, my 5 year old, he will look at you, smile, and reply "yep." He does not see the problem...and really, it's not...but it is a tad. bit. annoying. He gets himself ready for preschool, which by the way, is great! Granted, he picks out the same three shirts, and usually doesn't match, but frankly, doesn't bother me. Apparently, though, in order to get dressed, it is necessary to open all three drawers at the same time, pull out most of the stuff in the drawers, and leave several articles of clothing throughout the room. So this is my routine every. single. day. After two of the kids are at school, eventually laundry gets done, and eventually it gets put away. I fold the clean laundry, go into his room, shove all the clothes back into the drawers, place the newly clean folded clothes on top of the wadded up ones, and shut the drawers. Guess what happens the next morning? Does this seem like insanity to you? Why do I even bother folding the clothes? Why!?!? I have no answer for you....but there is something inside of me that is compelled to keep folding the clothes, and repeating this CRAZY cycle. Tell me I'm not the only one :)

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