There’s a bowl of pretty-well-licked-out melted chocolate chips next to me. I’m on my third cup of hot tea for the evening (decaf of course) and my head has a slight ache (chocolate helps that, right?). It’s been one of THOSE days. It began well. Very well, in fact. I came downstairs to find the children playing school. I mean, we homeschool, so I thought the possibility of PLAYING school was out of the realm of possibility. It helps that as of yesterday evening, after finishing our first term of school without one, we finally have an actual school table.
A new table apparently makes doing school super exciting. I even overheard the teacher telling her students: “That test is going to be very severely graded!” It was all fun and games, but then I turned my body and saw a huge pile of STUFF in the corner. Something went off in my head, and picking EVERYTHING UP OFF THE FLOOR THAT ISN’T FURNITURE became top priority. (That is my favorite thing to say, by the way.) I may have gone a bit crazy. End result: full trashcan, clean floor, settled mama.
Somehow in there, the clock decided to jump ahead a few hours to it being the time we were supposed to be headed out the door for Elijah’s guitar lesson. Thankfully, his teacher is super flexible, and we were able to scoot out the door a couple hours later. Meanwhile, because time likes to be ornery, I couldn’t figure out why everyone was yelling and crying and not getting their math problems… until I actually looked at the clock and saw it was way past noon. Everything stopped. Eggs were cracked into frying pans. Sriracha sauce was uncapped. Avocados were cut. Bread was toasted. Bellies were filled. Math made sense again.
I do love how every day is different. Though there are some things that happen almost every day. Like, a cup of hot tea in the morning. And Nadine cleaning up the kitchen every night. She has become quite proficient at it. I encourage all you mamas of pre-teens… get them started! Nadine has been hard at work doing this job for over a year, but has it down to a perfected science. I am usually at my most exhausted, and she somehow almost always gets a second wind around 9:00. Win, win! I found that she does a much better job when I leave the room and don’t micromanage how she does it… because, surprise of all surprises… we have VERY different approaches when it comes to how we get it clean. The end result is pretty much the same, however. Thank you, darling! (She can read this… because she’s a teenager now and subscribes to her mama’s blog… I am BEYOND touched and love her so much!)
In the midst of the chaos that was today, I did chisel out thirty minutes of quiet, alone time with the Maker of the Universe. How’s that for a date? I think sometimes I only see Him as that and get all nervous to lay my requests before Him and wait in expectation. So, today I did just that. The peace which overwhelmed my soul was indescribable. Before, the sky was cloudy and cold. After, the clouds were stunning with glimpses of sunshine pouring out like beams of pure gold. He has a way of reminding me of how close He really is, even though my heart strives constantly to do and go and accomplish. He says to just be.
A few other chaotic things happened today after that peace, but isn’t that life on this side of Heaven? One of them was disagreeing strongly with the man at Goodwill that the pants I was buying for Elsie were in fact for a child and not for an adult as he was ringing them up to be. I even took them from his hand, held them up to my body and told him that there was no way on earth I would ever fit in these pants which clearly fit on my daughter… and I held them up to her. He didn’t budge. My blood was boiling inside because it was very clear who was right and who wasn’t. There was a long line and so I chose… peace. I mean, I wasn’t really upset that I was getting them for $2 instead of $1; I was just upset because I was right and he was wrong. Yeah. That’s super. Anyway, I didn’t blow up and I even made out with an amazing $2 necklace… which goes great with my plaid, don’t you think?
By the time we arrived home, supper was zero percent away from being started, I was hangry, and it was 5:30 and dark outside. I threw ROCK HARD FROZEN chicken into a pan with salt, pepper, and lemon juice and miraculously didn’t burn it. Matthew always can tell when I don’t cook with a little bit of love poured into the food. I think it’s because my dear friend, with her beautiful smile and loving self, walked into my kitchen at that exact moment and the love started seeping out my pores and into the pan of chicken. It didn’t burn, and tasted amazingly delicious all chopped up in our salad. The evening was spent with my friend, dreaming and building our business together.
Now my third cup of tea is cold. Time is playing tricks on me again, because it keeps telling me hours have passed since I last looked at the clock. My children keep getting taller and making food non-existent in our refrigerator and cupboards. Betty said the funniest thing the other day. I have no idea what was going on, but she told me: I have a feeling of myself.
Really? What do you feel?
Like Jack and Elsie are going to find a real mouse. I have a bad feeling.
Then, the other day Elsie and Betty were playing house, complete with pretend money, and I overheard this very upset showdown between mother and daughter:
You bought a dog?! You just wasted all our money!– Elsie
But she gave me a change! said Betty cheerfully.
It’s still not enough! -Elsie
Now my fourth cup of tea is hot, because my intuitive husband just came and gave me a refill. I’m excited to snuggle up with him tonight. I’m so thankful I am his and he is mine. Elsie just came and asked if she can listen to jazz music to fall asleep. Every day is so full of moments of gratefulness and awe. I’m so thankful for many things, but mostly I’m thankful for God’s grace, and that my life is not a test to be severely graded, because it would be an utter failure!