Stuff to Do

isn't a feeling. It's a choice we make. Am I content to have this, or do I covet something newer, better? Am I making the most of where I am, or am I always wishing I were somewhere else?   Today it's been a bit difficult to make the right choice. Sick toddler, contrary preschooler, and a growing a baby is quite enough to make one tired. And I am. Tired, that is. I look around me, at the messy domain that is my home, and I just don't know where to start. I want it to be clean, but for once, I don't want to be the one to clean it. Just once, I'd like my preschooler to pick up her own toys. It's not going to happen, so I need to shut down the computer and just start somewhere, anywhere - so when my husband comes home, he comes home to a tidy, quiet home where he can find peace and rest. Oh yes, and happiness, too!   XOXO, Sarah

Yes, I'm tired. Yes, I get a teensy bit stressed out about mess, clutter, and disorder. I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm happy. Yes, I moan about what in the big picture only amounts to minor inconvenience. But you know what? That means that I have nothing major to complain about. And for that my friends, I am truly thankful. This life may not be exactly as I pictured it, and it isn't perfect. But it is the life I have chosen, or rather the life that was chosen for me. I am meant to be in this place, with this family, in this time. So instead of wishing for something else, like a live-in maid who will clean everything all the time, or my own personal laundry fairy, an occasional babysitter, a chauffeur, or a personal chef (all appropriate Christmas gift ideas HINT HINT), I will just be here, in this space and time. I will make the most of this moment, and not the ones to follow. Because this moment is certain, and the next - well, who knows?   Chee