kaycee is currently upstairs crying. i did her hair today. it looks so cute. in those 2 little buns i used to do all the time, before her big kindergarten self got to cool for me, and now dresses herself and does her own hair, or it's a major battle. as in this morning. i decided i was going to pick out her clothes AND do her hair this morning, so it is a huge battle. it's field day and, well, i just decided that i was going to win this morning, because i am tired, and well...i want her to wear something that she wouldn't normally pick out. cuteness. but she hates it. i can't wait until i have 4 daughters to fight with, probably most minute out of every day will be covered in battle. do you think that's how it's going to be? i count myself a realist, and not too naive...i am pretty sure it will be that way. i guess i should be happy staying up with crying 2 year olds. :)
i was supposed to go to kaden's field day, and signed up for the afternoon slot. he told me last night that their field day is in the morning. ugh. now, don't you think they should have put that information on the paper? so, now...i am very, very tempted to not participate. partly because calli is so sick and i am very tired, and partly because i won't even get to see him. hmmm. integrity. does that mean i can't change my mind? not sure about that?
a paraphrased version of 1 Corinthians 13:
~taken from: a mother's heart (a look at values, vision, and character
for the christian mother.)
if i keep my house immactulately clean, and am envied by all for my interior decorating, but do not show love in my family-i'm just another housewife.
if i'm always producing lovely things-sewing, art; if i always look attractive, and speak intelligently, but am not loving to my family-i am nothing.
if i'm busy in community affairs, teach sunday school, and drive in the carpool, but fail to give adequate love to my family-i gain nothing.
love changes diapers, cleans up messes, and ties shoes-over and over again.
love is kind, though tired and frazzled.
love doesn't envy another wife-one whose children are "spaced" better, or in school so she has time to pursue her own interests.
love doesn't try to impress others with my abilities or knowledge as a mother.
love doesn't scream at the kids.
love doesn't feel cheated because i didn't get to do what i wanted to do today-sew, read, soak in a hot tub.
love doesn't lose my temper easily.
love doesn't assume that my children are being naughty just because their noise level is irritating.
love doesn't rejoice when other people's children misbehave and make mine look good. love is genuinely happy when others are honored by their children.
you may find it helpful to meditate on it, and re-write it in your own words.
have a great wednesday.
maybe it will cool down with a shower? ~mk.