Best Laid Plans…

 

How’s that saying go??

We had a great start to the morning.  Woke up at a decent hour, everyone in a good mood, wonderful attitudes for school…. then I had a great idea. 

So I spread shaving cream on the table for Jake to practice writing his letters… only problem was I forgot what that would do to the other two!  They couldn’t stand it.  Ok, I can handle that, I tell them they can play too but they have to finish what they’re doing first.  They do, and I take advantage of the break to read some in Proverbs…. and God takes advantage of my reading to convict my heart. Ok God, I hear you!

The boys finish playing in the shaving cream when it’s all off the table and on them.  We clean up and head back to do more school.  Jake decides he’d rather read library books, so I send him to the other room while I focus on the big boys.  They start math and mysteriously every thing they’ve ever learned about math flies right out the window!  You’d have thought they’d never looked at a math problem.  Oh well, being clueless is no excuse in this house!!  Once they make peace with the fact that ‘no, mama will not cross off all the problems on the page’, they are eventually able to finish. 

Then the phone rings… someone needing one of those favors that sounds like a snap until you get started and then suddenly it’s not so simple.  Ok, no problem, the boys eat lunch while I start on that project.  Then they decide they want to play outside which sounds great to me.  One thing I’ve learned about myself is I really need quiet time to decompress during the day.

Just as I’m about to call them back in Cade comes running to say that Jacob’s been stung by a bee.  Sure enough, poor little guy got it right on his eyelid.  Ok, no problem, we pray, I doctor him up and we head for the rocking chair for some cuddle time.  Cuddle time also turns into teach-while-rocking-time which really worked better than expected.

So the point of this whole post was to say how thankful I am for the peace God’s been speaking to my heart.  Life is going to happen… we can throw a fit or roll with it, but it’s going to happen.  More days than I would like it’s just one thing after the other… that’s life, but it’s much better for my children’s spirit (and my blood pressure) when I trust God to work it out and just roll with it.

Oh, and to top it all off, the dog just brought in a mole, or gopher, or mouse, or something, and dropped it on  my rug!!  There are not enough paper towels in the world to make that not icky to pick up…