Back in the Saddle Again

Last week, I wrote about how my dear mom had undergone a serious

emergency surgery, which completely consumed my consciousness,

time, energy, and prayers. She is recovering beautifully, so thank you

to everyone who has been praying. Now, as I survey my surroundings,

I see a lot that needs to be done. It's back to business as usual, mostly.

My house is a complete mess, a disaster really. I almost don't know

where to start. Errands, laundry, chores, everything needs to be done.

Yesterday I managed to vacuum the first floor while my husband made 

a frozen pizza for dinner. Hobbes our ninety-five pound boxer mix sheds 

horribly. Today, my goal was grocery shopping. During the school year, 

I accomplished this errand while my three year old was in mom's day out. 

It's so much easier to just take one munchkin to the grocery store. Our outing 

was a bit comedic. James, my nineteen month old, would reach to the side 

as far as he could, pulling off bags of chips from the shelves with the greatest 

sense of satisfaction plastered across his mischievous face. 

Even though I had strategically utilized a cart which one can strap in two

children, there were still screams as one pulled another's hair or tried to

take the other's sunglasses. I passed another mom with one toddler in

her cart, followed by two pre-school aged boys, trailing her like little obedient 

ducklings. She gave me a knowing sympathetic smile as my toddler let out yet 

another high pitched scream. Let me just emphasize, the boy has a good set 

of lungs. Trips to the grocery store can be so frustrating for him. "Why can't we 

just tear into all the boxes of food right now?!" his eyes pleaded. I shudder to 

think what my food bill will be in about ten years. 

Currently, my munchkins are down for their afternoon nap, hence the post. It

is near impossible for me to write any other time of the day. The plan: throw 

a much needed load of laundry into the washer, and then spend some time

reading my Bible and prayer. I hate to admit it, but I've only opened my Bible 

a couple times these last two weeks. Being that God's Word is our sustenance 

as Christians, it's a wonder that I've done as well as I have. God's wonderful

mercy, I'm sure, has helped. I'm excited to get back to writing this week as well,

probably some time when I feel like more neurons are firing. I feel like my brain

is clouded and fuzzy, needing a good wash from God's Word and a nap. I am

so thankful for God's grace these last few weeks and for my wonderful husband,

who has been so available and supportive.