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Less Than 3 Hours

12 Dec

6:06 am –  Got up.

Chug a glass of water/get a cup of coffee.

Move the Elf on the Shelf that I forgot to move last night.

Wake up oldest daughter/make her lunch and get her ready for school.

Clean up milk said child spilled.

Put laundry in washing machine.

Wash breakfast dishes.

Put middle child on potty and bribe her with jelly beans.

Clean up jellybeans.

Email adoption papers for some lovely friends.

Add UpScale DownHome cookbook to my husband’s Amazon “wish list.”  This is the only thing I want for Christmas and if he knows what’s best for  him, he’ll order it for me. (Love you bunches babe!)

Get middle child dressed.

Get myself dressed.  (I’m usually rocking comfy pants when my husband comes home but I got a new sweater the other day and I wore it to church yesterday and got several compliments so I decided rewearing a sweater is better than my usual pink sweatpants.)

Cut the middle child’s fingernails.

Put laundry in dryer.

Cook some eggs. (We have chickens and ducks, and for the life of me, I have no idea which kind I cooked.  I’m backyard illiterate.)

Convince middle child chocolate chips are not breakfast.

Kinda open a cheesestick  but not all the way because she HAS to open it “by myself.”

Tell same child stop yelling at the dog because the dog is NOT trying to eat her cheesestick.


Eat cold eggs. (Hey, at least I know they are eggs.)

Share cold eggs with middle child even tho she said she didn’t want any. (Yes I know I do the same thing with my husband, especially if he has french fries, he says it’s super annoying. But we’ve been married for 15 years so he should know better.)

Plead with middle child to drink apple juice out of the orange cup because juice is already in it and I don’t want to wash ANOTHER cup.

Get green cup.

Hear baby wake up and look at clock.

9:02…9:02!!  You’re freakin’ kidding me!!!! It’s only 9:02?!?!? I’ve been up less than 3 hours and I feel like I’ve run a marathon.  Actually I’ve never ran a full marathon.  I’ve ran a half marathon and I’m more tired right now than I was after crossing the finish line.

I’ve reheated my coffee twice and I still haven’t finished it yet.

Mommas. This is life isn’t it?

Yesterday, at church my pastor was talking about “being called.”  We might not be living the life we imagined but we are called to live the life we have.  Whether we realize it or not, we have a circle of influence and it’s up to us to influence it positively or negatively.

You might be a stay at home mom who’s screaming on the inside because you desperately want to get back to an office.  Like everyday you are away, you’re loosing a piece of you. To make deals, close accounts, make bigger decisions than what leggins go with what shirt.  To sit at a desk and drink a hot cup of coffee in peace while catching up on morning emails. Stay at home momma, keep rocking your messy bun; you have earned every beautiful hair out of place.  You are a CEO and doing what it takes to run a successful household, you’re providing a loving and safe place for your babies when they come home from school.

You might be a working mom feeling guilty every second you’re away.  Desperately wishing you were the one rocking that baby of yours to sleep. Longing for the day when you can stay home and make homemade spaghetti sauce instead of opening a jar.  That you were the one kissing skinned knees and wiping away the tears. Working momma, keep rocking your business attire.  You are doing what it takes to pay the bills and to make sure your babies are feed, safe and warm at night.

I’ve been a momma in both worlds and it’s super easy to look at where you are and to long to be somewhere else.  I know what you are going through. YOU.ARE.ENOUGH.  You are loved. You are seen.  You are beautiful. You are forgiven.

You are where you are called to be.  Right now.  In this moment.  Take a deep breath and smile.

So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God. 1 Cor 10:31

PS – These are actual events, I took notes this morning.

PPS – I still haven’t finished my coffee yet.








Celebrate with Starbucks

6 Aug

So, Sunday morning is the most stressful time of the week.  Brandn is on the praise and worship team so he has to be at church butt-crack early.  This leaves me getting 2 girls ready by myself.  By the time I’m running out the door, 5 minutes late, both my daughters are in tears and I’m pulling my hair out.  The reason the oldest daughter is crying is because I have been yelling at her for the last 30 minutes to hurry up.  To say she moves at the speed of molasses is NO exaggeration.  (I remember the first time she skinned her knees, I was so excited because that meant she actually moved fast enough to skin her knees.)  The baby is usually crying because it’s time for another feeding but I have to let her scream it out because I have to get dressed, I don’t think people would appreciate me strolling in with my holy pjs on.

This last week was an anomaly.  We made it out the door with no yelling or tears.  I was feeling pretty good about my self and we all gave high fives as we walked out the door.  My goal every week is to hit Starbucks on the way to church but we never have time, so this week, we went!  We ordered our drinks and as I was taking my first sip, I heard “oh no, it was an accident!” from the back seat.  I knew what happened, I didn’t even have to turn around.  My oldest was bawling. Me: “Seriously Danica?!?”…..D: “It was an accident!”….Me: “How is it you don’t know how to drink a Starbucks drink without spilling it?  These are like sippy cups for adults!!”…..D: “I don’t know momma, I’m sorry.”…..Me: “We got drinks to celebrate the fact that we made it out the door with no yelling and no tears; and look at us!!  I’m yelling and you’re crying”…..D: “Can we go in through the gym so no one will see my dress?”…..Me:  “No!  You made the mess, you deal with it!”

Stop.  Right.  There.

Aren’t you glad God doesn’t have that attitude?   I have royally messed things up and I have never been abandoned to fix it myself.  God isn’t just hanging around waiting for us to fail so he can smite us.  No.  God is love.  Lets look at he Israelites shall we?  It’s been a while since I went OT.

“The Israelites had traveled in the wilderness for forty years until all the men who were old enough to fight in battle when they left Egypt had died. For they had disobeyed the LORD, and the LORD vowed he would not let them enter the land he had sworn to give us–a land flowing with milk and honey.”  Joshua 5:6.

To make a very long story short.  The Israelites were slaves for 400 years.  Moses quotes Charlton Heston saying “let my people go.”  A bunch of stuff happens and they are set free.  God shows them the promise land and quotes Brad Pitt saying “take it, it’s yours.”  The men got scared and didn’t trust god would help them conquer the land.   They were disobedient and as a punishment, they wandered the land lost for 40 years (until all the scardy-cats died) but they were never alone.

When they were hungry and thirsty, they cried out to the Lord and he gave them mana, quail and water.  He led them by a cloud of smoke by day and a fire by night.  The cloud provided shade from the desert sun and the fire provided light and warmth at night.  Their clothes and shoes never wore out, thats a miracle in itself right there.

So you messed things up.  Find peace and comfort in the fact that You. Are. Not. Alone.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.