I Was Cleaning, but then I Got Sleepy
We’ve been spring cleaning around here. Every afternoon I work on one spot in the house, cleaning and organizing it. I am doing it slowly in an attempt to trick myself into thinking I’m not really doing work.
We’ve been spring cleaning around here. Every afternoon I work on one spot in the house, cleaning and organizing it. I am doing it slowly in an attempt to trick myself into thinking I’m not really doing work.
I decided this weekend was the time to deal with the monstrocity that was my gray roots. Nothing says “I don’t care” like dark brown hair with an inch and a half of gray at the top.
I don’t know about you, but I am lagging behind lately. It’s already March and my brain just shook out the holidays.
This week we’ve been cleaning out drawers and finding old pictures of the kids. My son Noah found one of himself from before he started using Invisalign and couldn’t believe the difference in his smile!
I decided to spend part of the day Saturday sitting outside feeling the delightful 70° breeze. Here in Texas we never know when the weather will change so I wanted to enjoy it while it was perfection.
Let’s work to build up our husbands and not think of their differences as crazy or their opinions as useless. OK, I may not be asking my hubs for decorating advice any time soon, but I could be better at listening to his ideas.
Anger. It’s the number one topic moms ask me about. How to control it, how to stop being so angry, how to be a happier mom. So when my friend Amber told me she was writing a book about anger, I was thrilled!
Being married to a CPA means Valentine’s Day gets a little lost. By this time every year my husband is buried under mountains of tax returns and client questions.
Haven’t you been in a public restroom stall and you reach under the gray plastic holder that’s supposed to contain a roll of toilet paper the diameter of an old 33LP (kids, that’s what we used before CDs or ipods were invented) only to discover that there is NO paper?!
The Summit is such a time of ministering to women who are tired, broken and hurting. I prayed with at least 20 women last weekend, every one more desperate for God’s answers than the one before.