a slap in the face from reality

First off, thanks everybody for your sweet words of encouragement regarding our BIG NEWS! I really appreciate it!

Well I had an great week at the beach with my mom and dad. They always let us crash on part of their vacation. It was really relaxing and with one adult per child, it made for an easy week. Plus my mom spoiled me by doing all the laundry. So we get home and reality quickly sets in. We are trying purchase a new car for my man, that TOTALLY stresses me out. Thankfully he did most of the leg work while I was gone. I have to say he does a great job at researching to insure we are making a wise decision. Still, shopping interest rates and finding the exact car at the dealership that will give us the exact price we want, ugh! But hopefully by tomorrow we'll be all done and my man will be scootin back and forth to work in a new Honda Civic.

I had hoped to begin school again yesterday. Funny thinking because I was totally not being realistic. We came home to a clean clutter free home, well the bathrooms could use some work. After we unloaded all the junk from the car, the mess began. Then yesterday the kids enjoyed every toy they own. We tried to clean up once but within 30 minutes they were into their play again and everything was out of place. It does sound like I am complaining, but they got along so well, all of them were so creative and entertained I could hardly get them to the dinner table. That made me a happy mama. We can always clean up tomorrow.

Here is where I begin to whine. Remember how I said everything is breaking all around us. Well, my refrigerator is on its way out. Sunday when I pulled out the icecream to make milkshakes for the kids, I noticed it was very soft. I just passed it off and thought nothing much of it. Then yesterday when a popsicle was dripping all down the inside of the freezer door, I knew we were in trouble. My first reaction was to kick the thing and scream. I held it together and opted for denial. I turned the knobs up to the coldest setting and said, this is all in my head. Well it is not. We've owned the thing 7 years and this will be its 3rd repair. Don't ever buy a Hotpoint. It's a piece of poop! But on the positive side, maybe I will only have to pay one repair visit and someone can work on my dishwasher too. I am beginning to really miss it. Using one at the beach a seeing how convenient it is, made me long for mine to be repaired.

Ok, I am off the make a list of all the junk I need to accomplish today. Just as I typed that I realized the I in that statement. The first thing I need to remember is that God is accomplishing things, with or without me. I may write out a task list that will order the day my way, but I need to remember it's his agenda not my own that will satisfy.