Busy but blessed.

The title says it all. Here's a glimpse of my to-do list.....

• Get house ready for a big family visit {Thanksgiving}
• Pics of my little studio for Cloth, Paper, Scissors Studio magazine submission
• Type up blurb for above submission
• Finish art, inventory, pricing for my art guild's upcoming Holiday Craft Show
• Finalize craft show display and pack accordingly

In between those items, I'm doing my best to fulfill my most important roles....those of a Mommy and Wife.

I know that y'all can understand. Some of you probably have lists much longer than mine. You have my sympathies and, at the same time, my cheers of encouragement!

We are busy....but so very blessed!

My Boys~

E-man~ a.k.a. "Precious"

Likes his bahbah (bottle), a clean diaper and his Mom to sing when he's fussy. His hangouts are as follows:

Mom/Dad's lap

His saucer

The co-sleeper

The Hubby~ a.k.a "Sweetness", a.k.a. "Slick"

Likes to play his XBox (but keeps it rated G while the kids are awake), is a computer/technology geek, and his wife thinks he has a nice tushy.

His hangouts are as follows:

With his family

Home office where all of his "toys" are

Work

The Bubs~ a.k.a. "The Brain", a.k.a. "The Engineer", a.k.a "Mom's GPS"

This one is the brainy type with a bent toward silliness. He's in first grade and loves to give his Mom directions while she's driving...and is almost always right.

His hangouts:

If he's not in his playroom building massive train layouts for his Thomas trains, he's at school or in the living room setting up every cartoon on the Boomerang channel to record on his parent's DVR.

There they are. My boys. I love them each and every one.

Epiphany while wearing P.J.'s

Rocking, rocking, rocking......

E-man's slowly going limp on my chest, drifting into dreams and rest. I'm covered in baby messes and wearing the same p.j. pants I wore yesterday, not yet having had a chance to change out of them...and it's going on 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

The Bubs is in his bed having disobeyed me about something we'd already had many talks about. No big scene or useless yelling, just a few words to remind him of the rule and why he's being punished. I don't hear anything so I think he's gone to sleep. That's probably what he needed anyway. The memory of his little face falling when I told him that he was too good and too smart to have pulled the stunt that he did is still fresh in my mind.

The house is even messier than usual. Furniture shoved here and there, boxes scattered in the kitchen waiting to be filled before the demolition begins, patches of plywood here and there waiting to be replaced with finished flooring, along with the usual air of unkemptness that accompainies the middle of the week. Here I sit, lacking the energy and motivation to dive in and tackle it all.

The Hubs woke up this morning with pain, as he does all too often these days. His appointments have been postponed yet again. I can't help but feel frustrated on his behalf...these appointments are a big part of figuring out why, slowly and painfully, his body is betraying him.

In the middle of all of these things, I have an epiphany that quiets the frustrations, worries and distractions: I am blessed.

Yes, I said blessed.

I have a wonderful family that, even though we have our struggles, I love and who love me in return. I have a home in a world where having one has become a precious thing and not just the accepted norm. I have a Saviour that, no matter my many failings, stumblings and wrongdoings, continues to faithfully and lovingly forgive me.

Such simple, wondrous things that I know are infinitely dear, but I had begun to lose sight of their value as I let myself get caught up in distractions that come with the process of living life.

There you have it, my big epipany while wearing baby puke covered p.j.'s.