It's been another busy week.
At one point this week we had electricians, roofers, and carpenters here, at the same time.
Let me tell ya, it's a challenge to find a place to nap children when there is banging on the roof, electricians going in and out of the main floor and basement, and carpenters pounding on the walls.
I know I will enjoy the end results, however getting there is always stressful for me.
And for some reason, we always have a big project going on when I am in my final months of pregnancy.
I will admit, last time it was far worse, we were putting in Geo heat and air. They had to redo all the duct work in our 100 year old farm house. Basement to 4th floor. It was quite the homecoming after giving birth :)
But, I survived.
I know I'll survive this as well.
It's all in my perspective.
On another note, my kids crack me up.
I am so thankful for each one and their unique personality.
At one point this week we had electricians, roofers, and carpenters here, at the same time.
Let me tell ya, it's a challenge to find a place to nap children when there is banging on the roof, electricians going in and out of the main floor and basement, and carpenters pounding on the walls.
I know I will enjoy the end results, however getting there is always stressful for me.
And for some reason, we always have a big project going on when I am in my final months of pregnancy.
I will admit, last time it was far worse, we were putting in Geo heat and air. They had to redo all the duct work in our 100 year old farm house. Basement to 4th floor. It was quite the homecoming after giving birth :)
But, I survived.
I know I'll survive this as well.
It's all in my perspective.
On another note, my kids crack me up.
I am so thankful for each one and their unique personality.
The almost two year old talks non-stop. Her communication skills and comprehensive skills amaze me. Yes she wears me out trying to translate her rapid chatter, but her sweet humor is irresistible. Plus, she likes my hair. Yes, she tells me this multiple times a day. Too cute.
My 4 year old is clever, witty, & sharp as a whip. She doesn't miss a thing. On our way to the big city this week she asked to play the spelling game. She told me to close my eyes while she spelled a word and then I would tell her what the word was. I responded by telling her I couldn't close my eyes while driving. Without skipping a beat she replied, 'I'll watch the road for you mom. Are your eyes closed yet?'
My father in law (let me tell you he is one good man!) took two of my children out for dinner last night to a Chinese restaurant. He blesses me like this frequently when my husband works loonngg hours. My 4 year old was very concerned she wouldn't like China. Ends up, she 'loves China', or at least Chinese food.
My 8 year old is the most tenderhearted, giving, willing to help anyone, boy I know. He has stepped up this week as oldest child because my 12 year old is at camp. He ate 7 mini pumpkin muffins, and a large, unpeeled, raw carrot for breakfast this morning. He shaved, used deodorant & sang quite loudly while doing it. He just makes me laugh.
My 12 year old has been at camp since Sunday. He will get home tonight. I have missed his help and our conversations greatly! I am looking forward to hearing about his week, listening to him sing, as he walks around the house, in his off key adolescent changing voice, and having him back under our roof.
Yes, the Joy, or lack of, in being a mom is found in perspective.
My Perspective.
In fact, I'd say, the Joy, or lack of, in life, is found in perspective.
My 4 year old is clever, witty, & sharp as a whip. She doesn't miss a thing. On our way to the big city this week she asked to play the spelling game. She told me to close my eyes while she spelled a word and then I would tell her what the word was. I responded by telling her I couldn't close my eyes while driving. Without skipping a beat she replied, 'I'll watch the road for you mom. Are your eyes closed yet?'
My father in law (let me tell you he is one good man!) took two of my children out for dinner last night to a Chinese restaurant. He blesses me like this frequently when my husband works loonngg hours. My 4 year old was very concerned she wouldn't like China. Ends up, she 'loves China', or at least Chinese food.
My 8 year old is the most tenderhearted, giving, willing to help anyone, boy I know. He has stepped up this week as oldest child because my 12 year old is at camp. He ate 7 mini pumpkin muffins, and a large, unpeeled, raw carrot for breakfast this morning. He shaved, used deodorant & sang quite loudly while doing it. He just makes me laugh.
My 12 year old has been at camp since Sunday. He will get home tonight. I have missed his help and our conversations greatly! I am looking forward to hearing about his week, listening to him sing, as he walks around the house, in his off key adolescent changing voice, and having him back under our roof.
Yes, the Joy, or lack of, in being a mom is found in perspective.
My Perspective.
In fact, I'd say, the Joy, or lack of, in life, is found in perspective.
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