Stuff to Do

let go, the whisper on the breeze echoes like thunder in my heart.   I can't, with fists clenched around all these expectations   Let go, it's okay, I know it's hard for you to do.   But who will do it all if not me?   Let go, and trust me.   I'm too scared, I can't see, It's too hard, I don't know how   LET GO of your fear, it is blinding LET GO of the chaos in your heart, it is deafening   let go, the whisper on the breeze...       I don't know if I can let go and simply trust that things will fall into place. I just don't operate that way. But I can hear the whispers, and I they give me hope that someday, I'll be ready to let go. And for now, that's enough.   XOXO, Sarah

Actually, it's only one event. The insulation man is coming to install insulation in our roof. I'm seriously hoping it makes a noticeable difference in how hot it gets here. Especially in the girls'  room. I went in there to get Pippa from her sleep yesterday afternoon, and it was absolutely steaming hot in there. Not good. I can't leave the windows open because the screens all have gaps, and there's only so much a ceiling fan can do! So like I said, I'm hoping that this makes a big difference in how warm the house gets, especially in the summer. The insulation man is supposed to be here from 8 to 12 today, which means I have to reschedule my doctor's appointment for another day, which is a bit of a bummer, but not overly so - because if the insulation does what it's supposed to do, I'll be sleeping in comfort this afternoon, my friends!   Other than that, nothing much exciting happening here today. A bit of baking perhaps, because I...

You know when someone says something, and it just ticks you off? Usually because there is a grain of truth in it, right? Well such a thing was said to me, and it really hacked me off. Not so much because it was true (it was), but because the person who said it didn't seem to register that the situation applies to them as well. In other words, check out your own splinter, before you call attention to my plank, ifyouplease???   The remark in question was, "...if you clean as you go during the day..." in reference to random piles of assorted stuff lying around the house, generated by our offspring throughout the day.     Yes, it's true. Life would be easier, and I would get to bed much earlier if I cleaned as I went during the day. The challenge is that I'm not ONLY cleaning as I go. I'm also cleaning as the girls go. And often, they're going as I clean, like little human cyclones, leaving a path of destruction behind me. So on days when I...

Life here at the house of perpetual mess is good, praise the Lord! I'm feeling well, the girls are mostly happy, and we are blessed beyond measure. I am tired, of course, but knowing that it's because of the life inside me makes it bearable. That, and the knowledge that as soon as we're finished with lunch, I'm going to crash out on the guest bed for the mother of all naps! Seriously though, I don't wish away the tiredness, the nausea, or the tantrums. Before I know it, I won't be pregnant, and I'll long for it. Soon, the girls will grow out of their illogical tantrums, and I'll remember fondly how silly it all seemed.   So for today, regardless of what it looks like outside, in my life - the sun is shining!   What is the weather like in your life today?   XOXO, Sarah  

I have a hard time keeping secrets. Not other people's secrets, but my own. So when I have a secret, I really want to broadcast it to the world. The last 5 days have been incredibly difficult for me, but finally I can tell everyone.   I am indeed, as my sister eloquently put it, with child. Well, given the title of my blog I'm usually with child, but specifically, my uterus is with child again.   It's truly amazing how even just the knowledge that you are pregnant can change your perceptions. Monday, I didn't know. It didn't even cross my mind. Tuesday morning, I didn't know. Tuesday afternoon, I know. And all of a sudden, I'm exhausted and nauseated. Physically, I am no different, really from Monday to today. But mentally, emotionally? My world has been officially rocked!   XOXO, Sarah

I know I haven't been very communicative lately, and trust me - there's a really REALLY good reason. I'll be able to spill the beans in a few days' time, but until then, it's really hard for me to write anything without giving anything away. So, as soon as possible, I'll be back to normal blogging practices, boring the daylights out of you all with my inane stories of poop, pee, and other hilarious bodily functions. :-)   XOXO, Sarah

Go hard now, until the housework is done, possibly by lunchtime. Lunch. Nap. Play with children. Cook dinner. Wash up from dinner. Go to bed.   Hopefully by 8pm.   Of course, this is all assuming I can stop yawning long enough to get anything done!   But can I just say it?   God is good. Nay, GREAT!!!!   XOXO, Sarah

I have a list of goals for 2010. I refuse to call them resolutions, thereby dooming them to death.   I've already crossed one item off my list, and we're not even out of January!   List, you are toast. And I am the toaster.   XOXO, Sarah

I woke up this morning with a desire to iron my bedsheets. Not the whole sheet, just the bit up at the top. The bit that somehow gets all scrunched and won't lay flat when I make the bed. I also have a desire to bake, vacuum, garden, organise my entire house alphabetically, and do crafts with the children. Basically, I have a desire for domesticity that makes June Cleaver look like a slacker. Again, I ask - WHAT is UP with THAT??   Whatever. I'm going to have another coffee and just roll with it.   XOXO, Sarah

my resolution*.   Be a better steward. Of my family, of my home, of my possessions, of my health, of my time, and of my money. Of my relationship with Jesus Christ. If I treated any of my other friends the way I do that particular friendship, we wouldn't be friends for long. And that makes me feel ashamed.   So - here's to a better year of stewardship. Note that I said better, and not good. Because for me, the word 'good' is all too often unattainable. So I'll strive to do better, and leave it at that.   What are your resolutions?   * I do realise that by calling it a resolution, I'm almost certainly dooming it to failure. But I digress...   XOXO, Sarah   Not perfect, but better.