All In a Morning

Pin It It is 9:30 and I just need to reflect.

I got up at 6:00 to do my devotions. Score one for the day. I have been struggling to get in some good quiet time with the Lord before these 7 a.m., early risers run out of their room.

Did my devotions, took a big chunk of time to pray for dad who was going into surgery at 7:30 this morning, and I even got a few minutes to soak up a book before the stampede came running out early at 6:49. 

Made lunch for Just, got bottles ready, cuddled Spencer for 15 minutes, doodled a few Thomas the trains for Jack, and prayed for Papa Horses surgery.

Started bread.

8:00 Spencer came in to confess he woke Abigail by accident. We all went in as a "family" to get Abigail. The boys played and Abigail and I sang.

8:30 Breakfast on the table, clothes changed (not mine sadly enough), conversation with my sister and "yes you can drop the boys off this morning."

Lets see... what else. Jack stuck his finger in the fan. Cuddle, cuddle cuddle. Abigail stood up under the table. Cuddle, cuddle, cuddle. Caught a glimpse of my sheets. Threw them in the laundry and flushed a toilet on the way. All the while, Spencer is quietly working on something at the table. The tinker toys. He almost has a whole tractor thing built. I had no idea he could do that by himself. That was at least 10 minutes of ohhhing and ahhhing, "I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!" And... it quickly came to an end with Abigail's diarrhea blow out.

Another load of laundry started.

Oh, but not before I took my fabulous deal of the day out of the dryer.

(Before picture)

Washed and ready for wear

Keen Sandals for $6 at the consignment store. Exactly Spencer's size. One of my life dreams come true.

9:00 put in a call to my mom. I couldn't wait any longer. No answer. But the phone rings and it is the sister. Nope, she is not dropping the boys off. Some one threw up all over the high chair. "I am so sorry for you. Drop them off when they are feeling better."

Check the bank account. We still have some money.

Wash the dishes, clean up breakfast, pick up the million Styrofoam pads from the carpet cleaners yesterday,

9:30 take a break to check the blog and reflect on this beautiful morning. Jack still has his finger, Spencer grew up overnight and Abigail has some kind of saddness or sickness that I can't figure out and probably won't today.

It is 9:50. Abigail is on my lap and the boys are chatting about their construction project at the table. Blog is done.

Bread is out of the oven.

A typical Bartlett morning.