Wasted

I pretty much wasted the day today, but it was a good wasted. I visited with Aunt Mama Hen and Granny and Granddaddy. I'm so glad they live right there together. (Schyler's dream is for us to move in over there too.)

It is official. I am officially the last person not on facebook. My 85 year old grandmother has a facebook page. I mean seriously. It's me and that one tribal elder in the jungle that refuses to turn to the new ways.

That's okay though. I'm good with that. I know what my weaknesses are and I'm going to try to stay away from them. I know there is a lot of good that goes on there, but that doesn't matter. I mean not to me. I'm sure I'd be the ringleader of the bad. So I better just stay here where it's comfy cozy and safe.

I got a good idea from Aunt Mama Hen - folding clothes outside on the swing. Brilliant!

God sent me a good change of perspective here lately. Two different friends at two different times made comments about the inside and outside of our home. All they could see was the good stuff. With all my judgy judgersonism, all I did was complain about that good stuff. But they weren't seeing it with a judging heart. I am definitely going to give that a try. It seemed like a lot of fun.

Aunt Mama Hen gave me this blog, It's Almost Naptime, because she enjoys it and told me there was a super sweet video on it. And there is and I've seen another of his videos and it was good too.


But what drew me was the advice. It is a good resource for helping others through miscarriage. My daughter was a fraternal twin and we lost our other baby at 14 weeks. We were under the care of a specialist at the time so I was getting ultrasounds weekly. I watched that baby grow from a tiny little heartbeat to a teeny tiny little flipping baby.



I still think about my baby every day. But, when it happened, it was a hard and strange thing. We are somewhat coming out of generations that had to toughen up to those things. It happened a lot and they wanted to protect themselves, and their family also. I remember calling a friend to tell her and she said, "Ohhhh. Yeah." Then went on to another subject. Like I just told her that dress I bought didn't fit and I had to take it back. And it wasn't her fault. She wasn't trying to be mean. She just didn't know what to do.



Some people are just naturally good with stuff like that, but if you're more like me, you could check it out.