Another week in the books. Whew! This weekend is our church’s women’s retreat, so I even get to skip town on Friday and leave the children with Dad to oversee math and all the rest.
Sometimes we all have our difficult starts. One day it’s one child, the next day it’s a different one. Then it’s my turn to lose it. I lose it so badly we can’t carry on with Morning Time and I have to ask forgiveness individually to each child as well as to them as a group. And when the children each for the next two days include in their Morning Time prayer “and thank you that we didn’t have any arguments so far this morning” you know it was bad.
You know what, though? Our kids will never live with or work with perfect people. If Mom isn’t perfect, it’s simply another piece of practicing for a life of dealing with real life and real people. As long as we repent and restore fellowship, even our own mess ups can help our kids grow into functioning people with realistic expectations of life and others.
Isn’t this cute? I love coming across little vignettes like this. Domestic scenes still surprise me when I come across them. Two boys first has me accustomed to formations, wars, and straight lines of guys or cars or whatever, but not cozy little living rooms.
I love it.
The Fisher Price Loving Family dollhouse (it was a hand-me-down – Thanks, Andrea! – but additional & replacement pieces have made perfect gifts) is toy #1 for occupying little miss two-year-old for extended periods of time. And, shhh, she even sometimes convinces brothers to play it with her sometimes when a sister isn’t available or willing.
It’s pumpkin patch time of year!
Skipping town Friday means skipping out on the end-of-the-week EHAP. Where I reshelve books and reclaim horizontal space. It’s good to raise readers, but it means a lot of books all over the house, collapsing in piles, and none ever put on the shelf neatly.
Worth it.
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