Chock full o'memories

  

This week out of the year is always a busy time for us in our family.  It is our daughter's birthday.  School is in full swing. We have other family members' birthdays.  Plus, there are loved ones we have lost- both family and friends.  

So, it is bittersweet.  

9/11... Another sad memory.  We all remember where we were of course.  I am no exception: A young mom with a two-year-old and in the first trimester with my second child.  Still new at the whole "mom thing."  Couldn't reach my husband since all the cell phone lines were busy.  Ended up going to a friend's house to pray.  It was all we could do, and in retrospect, it was the best thing we could do.  

I remember the NYC skyline well, as I could see it from my room in college.  I took them for granted really.  Just part of the scenery.  But, I remember the first time I saw the towers up close- just years before everything came crashing down.  

And, I always loved, after my years of college, that I could see the skyline on one of my favorite brands of coffee.  But, the towers aren't even on the coffee canister anymore like they used to be.  They are gone along with so many people from our world: 

brave, heroic, frightened, young, old, friends, family... 

Some knew where they were headed for all eternity. 

Others didn't have a clue.  

This is the one thing that reminds me how important it is to continue to share my faith in God with others.  

We never know what tomorrow may bring.

  "Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we’re in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever." Hebrews 12:2, The Message Version.

Puddleglum.

"The bright side of it is...that if we break our necks from getting down the cliff, then we're safe from being drowned in the river" Puddleglum, The Silver Chair, 1953

This week is just starting off as the failure type week. I didn't think it was going to be. But now...being in full-blown Puddleglum mode, i find myself EXPECTING it. Waiting for it. From the fighting kids - TWO who live to fight with each other, and ONE who lives to start fights with all of his sisters - to unexpected and gigantic bills, to car trouble that is now in the domino effect, to certain kids asking about going to school instead of being home-schooled, to my sweet one getting hurt feelings that i could do NOTHING about, to just me being blaaa and overwhelmed.

A good way to push yourself over the edge when you are already overwhelmed? Bills and curriculum.

Empty PB jar #1 placed back into the fridge.

Empty PB jar #2 also placed back into the fridge.

For your viewing pleasure, the empty peanut butter jars. When they are full, i can't get people to put them back in the right place with begging or threats. For some reason, when they are empty, THAT is when they go back into the fridge. I have no words. And i also do not BUY more peanut butter, because i thought we had some. And we don't.


The sink. About 5 minutes before this, the sink was empty. There was also not a flood (which you can't see) of water all over counters and floors from short people filling up water guns.

I guess no one wants "kisses from the misses".

While making my husband's lunch for the next day, i dropped everything. For no reason. WHY. DOES. THAT. HAPPEN. When you just drop stuff? And usually that goes hand in hand with not being able to pick it up without at least 4 tries. So i had to throw away all the lettuce and start over. Ok, some of it. I sorta washed a few pieces off and used them. And yes, to the left you will see my foot holding the cabinet door SHUT because things are so disorganized right now, that every door stays open about 3-4inches. 

Trying to be ahead of the game only works when you don't drop everything.

The fish saw what i did with the lettuce and is CLEARLY judging me.

I guess things will perk up at some point...but right now...i may take a few minutes to curl up with The Silver Chair. That is, IF the kids don't all come running down the stairs. And if they don't, i will surely realize my coffee is cold, go to make more, and break the coffee pot. Happy gloomy Tuesday.

"And you must always remember there's one good thing about being trapped down here: It'll save funeral expenses." Puddleglum ~ The Silver Chair, 1953

~Sue