Daybook: Nuthouse Chronicles

Outside my window...

After all the arctic cold, lots of warm-ish temperatures. And mud. Lots of mud. When you spin out in your own drive way (asphalt)…something has gone awry.

I am thinking…

About so many things, so many that I wish I could share- but God has ordained my silence here. I hope to be back with my readers and friends soon. About Haiti. About completion. Soon, soon.

I am thankful for…

James has begun his new job. Did I mention that here? I honestly cannot remember. It has been a whirlwind, truly. A wonderful whirlwind, but all the same, hold tight the rope as we go flying! He LOVES it. We love it. We couldn’t ask for anything better. I can’t wait to tell you the story. Some of you know the whole story via email, but hopefully I can tell it here soon!

From the learning rooms…

Diligence, diligence. We are sort of in a short-at-the-seams stage of schooling- I don’t have “enough” for the boys. Wonderful that they want more, but where to find time to search out more resources? And time to engage with it? Seeking to find the balance between the schooling needs and other relational needs for my younger ones.

From the kitchen…

Oh, it is has been crazy come dinner time for an abundance of reasons, but miraculously…we’ve managed to eat at home every night but one the last two weeks. I am so proud of that, because it means I have finally built up a repertoire of meals that I feel comfortable cooking in a short amount of time *and* have the pantry items for. I have been trying to do this for years, I tell you! It’s almost a ‘shout from the mountain tops’ success here. *big grin* (HT: Mary Ostyn, because without her book, I wouldn’t have finally mastered it!)

I am wearing…

To do lists pasted to my forehead, because it is THAT crazy around here. Well, not my forehead, but you get the picture. My brain dumps about four times a day- without the lists I would get so lost about what I am supposed to be doing and when. Thank God for iPhone alerts.

I am creating…

Messes upon messes. I know that putting the house on the market was a wise thing to do, but sheesh. Why does packing have to be so messy? At yet, have to keep everything so very clean? You can see more dust that way. And baby hand prints. And snot smears. And a million other things I don’t want to think about. Praying they don’t look too hard at the carpet.

I am going…

Nuts. Goofy, just keep holding on and laugh about it nuts. Now that we have a job-rhythm that will change again in two short weeks, I have to find an even keel for a wee bit. He will then be on second shift (which is a four-to-midnight deal) for a long time, which means our whole “day” will shift. Does that mean we need to make our big family meal lunch? Stuff like that.

I am reading…

Nothing at the moment besides my blog subscriptions. I hope to have my reading list together soon.

I am hoping…

That this week is calmer than last week. Last week I felt a bit like a chicken with its’ head cut off. Not a good feeling.

I am hearing…

The dryer thumping about. Last load of laundry. For now.

Around the house…

Selling one’s house is not conducive to living in one’s house at the same time. Let’s just leave it at that.

One of my favorite things…

The way my children giggle. I love drawing it out of them. Often. And giggling along with them.

A few plans for the rest of the week:

To find my brain. And my coffee. I’m gonna need it. The kids have taken to rising when dad leaves. Five thirty am. Yipes and double yipes. Ask anyone- I am not a morning person at all, and the care and keeping of the five under seven set is hard at the crack of zero dark thirty. Sheesh. Sanctification lessons indeed. oh. my. word.

Here is picture for thought I am sharing…

[We’re sorry. The scrapbooker and crafty chica formerly known as Joy has lost her camera. Seriously. It’s in a box somewhere…I think.]

Do you have any idea how hard it is to post without a picture? I’m a picture and a post kind of blogger. It is driving me nuts!

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