All God's Children

All God's Children are on a 2 hour delay. It really said that at the bottom of the screen this morning. Of course they were referring to a preschool in the area due to inclement weather. But man, what if?

What if God saw how strung out, stressed out, and strapped we were for money, time, energy or sleep and just called a 2 hour timeout? We're going to take this one slow today. Have that extra cup of coffee and a laugh with your spouse, cuddle with your kid. We keep waiting for that intervention. The calvary to come in and rescue us from ourselves.

"Come unto me all you who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn of me for I am meek and lowly in heart and you will find rest unto your soul."

I guess our misstep happens at the beginning. Coming unto him. Laying it at his feet. He is God and I sometimes assume its not necessary to tell him everything. He is watching over me after all right?

I noticed baby B wearing pretty much the same 3 shirts over and over again recently. One night he came and said, " I need to do laundry, I don't have anything to wear." I said, "You have an entire closet full of clothes, what are you talking about?" Long story made less long, he finally fessed up that skateboard clothes were no longer cool, which constitutes 80% of his wardrobe. Somebody was making fun of him. I mentioned this little tidbit to my mother, the consummate grandmother and presto, baby B got a shopping trip. (Yes I know, spoiled but just go with me here.)

I think I do a pretty good job of connecting with my kids, but it wasn't until he came to us and told us his problem until something changed.

I didn't actually HAVE a 2 hour delay this morning, but I took one. I needed to laugh with my husband, cuddle with my kid and talk to my Father.

Offer My Blog

Caving to public demand, I hereby offer my blog. Okay so public might be a bit of a stretch - my husband and a scant number of friends, but they're a persistent and vocal group.

Okay here are the basics just so we're all on the same page. As mentioned before, there's a husband. Baby A and baby B are 12 year old twins. Baby C is 7. There's a schnauzer named Lincoln. There's a house on a cul-de-sac (More on this later) in a Midwestern city and a minivan. I am 40 and in nursing school. Finally. (More on that later.)

Personal life philosophies: "Its gonna come back around" and "You can never have too many pajamas."

I pretty much stick to the four basic food groups: Cream cheese, pasta, chocolate and cream cheese.

Dislikes - marzipan, the words "thick", "moist", and "bladder" ( together, a true abomination to my ears), people cutting anything except butter with a butter knife, kissing noises in the movies, whining, the tree pose in yoga, Carter Hoffmeister's nostrils, Caillou, the New England Patriots, and hypocrisy.

Likes? Now that's harder. I don't want anyone or anything to feel left out. Reading, writing, watching football, making people laugh, rescuing people.

I think that's all I have for now. Geez, this is a lot of pressure.