Thi is not good enough, but I'm feeling too much pressure and not enough inspiration.

Anyway, I do this for my own personal satisfaction.

Okay I may have gone too far. I know. What? Me?? Too far?? I left a comment on another blog describing the time I fell asleep while pumping. Yes, that pumping.

Schyler was in the NICU and I was exhausted and I was in the mom room at the hospital. The one where the door doesn't lock. So, yes. I have no idea if someone walked in. Who knows? Maybe someone else is blogging, er, excuse me, writing on their blog about walking in on the woman who fell asleep while pumping.

Can you believe it?? (Yes that was for you. You know who you are.) Why would I ever tell that story to a bunch of people I do not know? Because I am crazy? Why yes.

I read an article by John MacArthur the other day called Cultivating a Godly Child. It talked a little about demonstrating personal sacrifice. Well, lemme tell ya 'bout some personal sacrifice. Tuesday, I got up and got the bloomin' cat to the vet at 7:30 in the morning (because the curse of the woman had come upon her and she had to be taken care of), then, THEN, IN THE RAIN AND COLD, I donned clothes, real honest to goodness appropriate for public clothes, and took the kids to McWane Center for a field trip. Oh I was given permission to back out, but did I? Noooooo.



That's okay. I knew it was going to be worth it about the time my nephew announced, "Mudder! (He thinks my name is Mother, he calls his mom Mama) Mudder! My bottom itches."


We were in one of the glassed in teaching rooms, perfect for echoes. Did I mention this kid has NO low volume? He's wide open or asleep.


I still can't figure out why my husband disagrees with my decision to put lotion on his legs and bottom. They were so dry and flaky. It could be because my lotion had sparkles in it. Should a little boy's bottom not sparkle?



Schyler's got a big sleep-over tonight with Abbie. She is soooo excited because Abbie has everything all planned out. Brandon's working a little while, so it will be just me. I wish Abbie's dad was working so I could have a sleep-over with Aunt Mama Hen and watch the ever satisfying P&P. Except I wouldn't stay all night. That might be a little weird. And I'd have to drive all the way (about 10 minutes) home. In the cold. And dark.


I saw on the news that several northern states are in trouble becaue they have spent their "snow removal budget" and there's a lot more snow. They don't know what to do. How about this - just stay home. Come on. Just go home and get up in your Snuggie and be warm. Is it really that importnat for you to get somewhere?

Have I mentioned that I'm a home-body?

It may be best that God didn't place me in a position of authority in the government. Although school children everywhere would sure love me.