So, the week has been somewhat nutty, and I don’t have a good post lined up. I was a good girl last week and wrote out a weeks worth of posts in one night and scheduled them all, but that just didn’t happen this week. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m a starter not a follow through-er.
So instead of not posting at all, I’m going to really quickly to do a brain dump, mind dump, whatever it’s called.
I’m planning too much into my weeks again and not getting the important stuff done.
Juno is teething. For some reason I thought this stage of our life had passed, but suddenly we’ve been hurtled back into chapped, red cheeks, sleepless nights and DROOL.
My story is on this sunday (gulp!). How could I possibly go on after last week?!
We bought 50 million boxes of laminate flooring last weekend and Jon (JON!!!) is going to DIY starting this weekend. We are putting it upstairs and in the kitchen. Yay!!!!
I was having trouble finding some articles of under clothing and actually started to have really weird thoughts over what could have happened to them (I blame the recent ontario news), turns out they were in the back of my closet in my unpacked suit case from the Stratford trip like 2 weeks ago.
Everything I bake these days turns to gross. (recipe update: Do NOT make the pumpkin bread without the wheat germ. I don’t know why, but it’s disgusting without it.)
I watched a Donna Otto dvd about parenting yesterday while sorting laundry and cried. A lot. Why is all this parenting/discipline stuff so hard for me? I know the principles. I believe in them. I have lots of great resources and support. And yet… I’m not the parent I need to be. Hello recurring theme of my life. Jesus please be bigger than my mistakes.
I love my friends. L-O-V-E love.
A friend of mine is having a medical procedure tomorrow and I’m thinking about her.
Another friend of mine is facing big relationship decisions again this week and I’m thinking about her.
Two of my friends are far away and I miss them and am thinking about them.
I was supposed to plan a play date with another friend this week and forgot and now I feel like a butthead.
My house is messy and my husband is due home in 15 minutes and dinner is yet to be started. And we didn’t get any school done today. Remember what I said about not getting done what I need to get done?
I just said maybe to my son when I really meant no. Oops. Call me on it Lisa, I need to get in trouble.
I’m going to an epicure party tonight and I’m going to see my former co-worker. Can’t wait! This woman is the most humble, godly, loving, patient, funny, intelligent, understanding, wise, knowledgeable, (somebody stop me, because the list is never ending!) woman I know. Her quiet example taught me more than 1000 sermons ever could. Oh and I like epicure and need more cheese, chives and bacon dip mix.
I’m leaving now to turn on the wii so that my maybe will mean yes this time instead of no.
Stand down Lisa.