Living Life One Cheerio at a Time

The hubs and I were having a bit of a disagreement. It was ongoing from February. He doesn't argue. It takes him a little more time to process what I've already thought through so I can't come with all my guns a blazing. I have to be careful about how I approach something we don't see eye to eye on...especially if I want to win or at least think that I am right. Almost twelve years of marriage and he still hasn't learned that his wife is ALWAYS right! This time I took a much softer approach...prayer. I am trying to be a better wife and taking the approach that the hubs is the head of our marriage. BUT sometimes I know that I am right and just  want him to come around to my point of view. So being the dutiful wife I stopped talking about the issue to him and spoke to God about it for 2 weeks. Then I mentioned to him that I would like to revisit the subject. but that's all I said. My human nature wanted to list all the reasons I was right and why I thought he ...

Here's an updated photo of my family of SIX. I'll be honest its a bit crazy around here. A friend described it as a party all the time. Well a party with mounds of laundry and dirty dishes and lots and lots of toys! But God is good and providing us with many blessings. This was the best of three pics. Sometimes it takes more than one chance to get it right but I still don't get it right. It's a good thing our God is a god of forgiveness, grace and mercy.  He gives a strength each day to try  again...not to do it on our own but on complete dependence to HIM. Recently, I've been struggling with wanting to be liked by a certain group of people. I see their photos on facebook or hear about their adventures and I feel left out, dejected. Why am I not good enough to hang out with them too? Why do I care I'm almost 36 years old and not in JR High anymore. But when I get in an attitude or take my eyes of the ONE WHO CREATED ME I become self centered. Its not...

So I've noticed that when I fill in the "what am I wearing" line on my simple woman's day book  I often   always put sweat pants. Patten? yes, sigh! Okay, so here's my confession. I live in my {capri} sweatpants. I mean I go to bed in them and I may or may not continue to wear them for that day or several days. I have several pairs. They are so comfortable when I am chasing my little ones. Especially when I have no place to go. But I may or may not wear them in public. My girls disapprove. They are girly to a fault. Layers of jewelry and tiaras. Skirts or dresses only.The spinney-er the better. In fact if it doesn't  pass the  spinney test it can't be worn. I have to make my 6 year old wear pants on gym days.This summer they were completely appalled that I didn't own more skirts. I did purchase a cute skirt at Marshall's this summer on the cheaps. It cute and spinney. They approve. It brings my skirt total up to TWO! In fact one time I was ...

This morning I prayed for patience.....I didn't know that my patience would be tested so that prayer could be realized. I am currently working on #1's birthday cake. A cake that is my nemesis! I hate this cake! I am making the batter from scratch so that the babies could eat it. I made a double batch and accidentally overfilled it. Now it is dripping  all over my oven. AND it won't cook. It has been cooking and cooking and cooking. And making more of a mess and taking more time than I have. And I have a sink full of dishes because we didn't run the full dishwasher last night and I haven't been able to wash the cake making mess....oh and there is a cake making mess when you make cake with a  almost 6 year old! In between smoking my cake the kids have been fighting. Oh and somehow a can of sprite got cut on the side of the can and sprayed  from its location on the open pantry door throughout my whole kitchen. And the cake is done. And the kids are now e...

So here's my little confession: I have big fears and little fears. But lately one particularly has been plaguing me { AGAIN }. It is the fear of being forgotten, more so being { FORGETTABLE } and indivisible. I don't know what starts it or triggers it, but it can be as simple as an email offering to volunteer for something than not hearing a reply. I guess the last trigger was a group wide calendar was sent out with {every one's} birthday on it except mine. I know that is wasn't done on purpose but my birthday is a sensitive subject to me. Its always been forgotten. Its right around Labor day and the first week of school. So in the busyness its often overlooked. Or in the case of 6th grade its not even written on the calendar. Mrs. Brotherton I think I know when my birthday is...but she still made me go to the Principal's office for arguing with her and I came back successfully with a note that I was indeed correct about knowing my birthday. I digress... I was telli...