Its been a stressful summer, a stressful fall. And as I type that VERY sentence five year old just dropped a giant tub of beads on the floor.
I smile and shrug. But a painful shrug that is something more like a wince. Something more like someone just pinched me. Hard.
I AM TRYING TO REMAIN CALM.
Operation Peaceful Parenting at work.
Our lovely pastor this week spoke about peace on earth, as we enter the advent season soon.
Peace on earth, she reminded us, begins with peace in our homes. Peace in our relationships. How can we encourage peace if we aren't at peace in our day to day interactions with people we love?
And so. This week. With temperatures 20 degrees below the norm. Bright sunshine streaming in. Soothing Gregorian chants on Pandora (cant stop.) I pledge. No shouting over spilt beads. No yelling over kid shenanigans. Calm. I will be calm.
Anybody with me? A renewed effort to bring peace in our home.
I would write more about this now but five year old is now hiding in the fridge because big brother is chasing her, making grunting ogre noises. Their latest game is ogre. It's SUPER fun.
And not shoving it away, not ignoring, not NOT instructing, but, keeping it all in perspective. Sun is shining. Kiddies are healthy. Coffee is plentiful.
Also, Operation Clean Sweep is going to be part of this. Simplifying the house and actually GETTING RID OF SHIT. Not just throwing it in the boxes in the garage.
More on that later this week.
And now three year old is screaming for an Oreo.
Sun. Coffee. Gregorian chants. Do your thing.
|so its winter, which means our bird feeder is full and my posts are once again going to be full of pictures of birds|
because one day I am going to be a crazy bird lady, tuppens, tuppens, tuppens a bag....HA HA.