Remote Controlled Cars

I don’t believe I have ever been so thankful for my mother-in-law’s remote controlled car as yesterday.

I went to the library. 

I have a tendency to get a little carried away at the library.  The books are free.  Why not?

So, I filled my arms with Letter E books, art books, drawing books, and books all about Eric Carle.  Plus, a Baby Bunny Book Bag was begging to be taken home.

I failed to consider the fact that I am very pregnant. 

On that note, let’s take a side trip.  In the past two days, I have had two people say to me something along the lines (and in complete love), “You are looking rather large – are you sure your due date is correct?”

Then, the check-out guy at Target said to me, “You’re about ready to go any day aren’t you?” 

Had I not had an excellent midwife visit yesterday, in which for the third time in a row I measured three weeks farther along than I am, I would have been offended by all of these comments.

But . . . I simply couldn't agree more with everyone.

Anyhoodle, back to the library. 

I had 29 books, a backpack with my laptop, and one Baby Bunny Bookbag to transport down a long hallway, into an elevator, through double doors, and out into a large parking lot to my MIL’s car, who just so happens to have a car that responds to a little button that you can press and up goes the trunk.

Priceless.

Or as Mr. Smackdown once said, “Nice Lexus, Mama.”

 

Random Thoughts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Thought #1: I just have to thank myself.

Thank you for your post yesterday, Self. You knew I would need it today. Thanks, Self.

Yes, it has been one of those days.

Because of yesterday's post, I woke up this morning feeling prepared to embrace the day with joy. I was going to greet Mr. Smackdown and Mr. Easy in their room instead of them pulling me out of a deep slumber with the words, "I'm hungry, Mommy." I envisioned a dreamy day of everyone saying "please" and "thank you." Sharing would abound and hugs would be too numerous to count. We wouldn't need music on because laughter would fill our home as a pleasant choir.

Let's just say, it didn't happen that way.

So I am experiencing "avoiditus." I suppose that the appropriate word to use would be procrastination. However, I figured if Dr. Seuss can make up words, then I can make up a word once in my life. Avoiditus typically translates to me blogging. Avoiditus is another way of having "me time," which as you will recall from yesterday is a myth. The reality is that after I am done blogging, nothing will be done. All the toys will still be strewn across the floor. Two boys are sleeping, but one will be awake in an hour. Another little boy will be done with his rest time and ready for all of my attention. I will come out of my blog zone, feeling frustrated at my lack of physical accomplishment, though my Internet accomplishment I am sure will astound many. Blah, blah, blah.

I will say that yesterday's post has helped me to be less lazy today and to truly enjoy serving my little charges; even attempting to disciple them as God's precious creations instead of discipline them in anger as little intrusions.

Though I have longed for some quiet and alone time today, I haven't entered into my present time with a locked, windowless door. If there are interruptions, so be it. My time is not my own.

Scripture that has really encouraged me today comes from Ruth. What a neat little book! There is sooooooooooooooo much detail.

Ruth 2: 12, "May the Lord reward your work, and your wages be full from the
Lord, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to seek refuge."

Thought #2: What if Hotty Husband blogged?
I'm rather curious at the thought and it makes me giggle. Perhaps it would be a blog describing the idiosyncrasies of his silly, beloved wife. Or maybe he would write mini-sermons. Perhaps he would include elaborate engineering drawings. Or better yet, I think he would make it a blog about backpacking adventures and how to become an experienced backpacker. Yes, that is what it would be.

Thought #3: Here is a sneak peak of my next giveaway!

Thought #4: My hands smell like I have been camping. But I haven't. It must be the hot dogs we had for lunch. Gross. So does that mean we always have hotdogs when we go camping?

Thought #5: I forget.

Thought #6: Do you notice one small, tiny change in my blog? Send me a comment if you know!