Every day I think of something to post about. A fun event that happens with our children or some musings on motherhood.
Every day I write a paragraph or add a picture, but then someone needs something and I walk away leaving the words unwritten.
Every day I run to and fro helping someone until I no longer have strength to go on. Perhaps my 4am wake up time has a little to do with this as well.
Every day I wonder how my life could have become more busy. Shouldn't things slow down as the children become more sufficient.
Every day I get in the car and take children whether rain or shine from one activity to another and this is limiting each individual's activities.
Every day I sit and help with homework, grateful to say go ask your father or your sisters when the math portions arrive.
Every day I ask myself, "what am I going to make for dinner?" or say "you just ate dinner, how can you possibly be hungry?"
Every day I wonder how with a pantry full of food I am missing one ingredient and a trip to the grocery store always involves the clerk asking "are you having a party?" No I reply, just feeding the family.
Every day I gather up shoes from every corner of our home and still when it is time to go no one can find their shoes.
Every day when I launder the clothing I find I am short a stocking. Where have they gone and what does one possibly do with all the single socks?
Every day when I notice a child with two different socks on their feet I wonder why I even bother sorting the stockings.
Every day I wonder how in a matter of minutes the hours of cleaning can be undone in a blink of an eye.
Every day I am grateful to be needed.
Every day I am content with the current state of my life.
Every day I try to remember to thank the Lord for the blessings that I take for granted and a strong body to do all that is required of me.
Every day I feel blessed.