I love the quiet part of the morning before the morning rush begins. If I am smart enough to haul my butt out of bed before my brood, I get to treasure that time. It is my time, to pray, to read, to write. I should use it to work out, but that is another post. It is hard most days, to sacrifice that extra time to sleep. Like most sacrifices made willingly, it is worth it. A cup of coffee, and quiet time is a treasure. It starts the whole day off better. I find that I am more patient, more sweet, more willing to do my tasks with a smile-- when I start the day off this way. It feels like a gift to myself, but to be honest, it is a gift that is shared with everyone I come into contact with that day.
I am swirling in chaos! Our little remodeling projects, ie: painting the boys rooms, have resulted in a whirl of mess, mess, mess. My husband has been diligently painting walls, repurposing furniture, meanwhile all of the clothing, shoes, toys, junk, furniture we are no longer using, etc... is lining the hallways and rooms of my house! We have tried to engage the boys in this project, but it has somehow eluded them that they have any responsibility for putting the house back together, so it it a painful exercise of command and whine. Today, we must put it back, we cannot start the week in madness. So my day, is going to be interesting. They need to help, a lot. I need to figure out how to motivate them to help, without them feeling like they are being tortured. Wish me luck, at 10:30, video games, and NFL TV go off, and cleaning commences. I'd better have another cup of coffee, and pray for the next half hour, I'm gonna need it.
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