The Perfect Day

I found myself day dreaming about what I think would be the perfect day.

It would involve a lot of sleep. I would sleep until I woke up. Until the dark circles under my eyes were gone, until I feel alert, until I want to wake up. I realized yesterday it would be years until I am able to do this and it made me sad. It’s selfish and silly to want sleep so bad, but it’s true.

After waking up I would have coffee and a fresh organic breakfast. I would then walk on the beach, and read a book all day long while listening to the waves. There would be no one else on the beach, just me.

If I finished my book before the sun set I would hit up some vintage stores, just for fun.

Obviously, I wouldn’t want to live like this every day…but one day would be nice.

What would your perfect day look like?

Wonky Day

This is what my night time routine is. Dishes.

Doesn’t it look lovely?

It’s one of those days. I woke up at 5 am to the sound of Lexi wanting to eat. And I did not want to get out of bed. It was raining, drizzly and perfect for staying in bed weather. I also remembered that I didn’t have to get the girls ready for school, they were going to stay home today. (I’m way too lazy to send my kids to school every day. I can’t wait to get back to homeschooling. Mornings are much more enjoying when we’re not rushing out the door.)

I got up anyway, fed her, then Brian took her so I could “sleep in” till the late hour of 7 am.

We went to the beauty salon and I got my hair cut. I don’t like going to the salon. I would rather read, organize my socks, or even do the dishes, than sit in a chair, wearing a cape, making polite conversation with a complete stranger.

Due to that one hour interruption in my morning, our whole day was wonky after that.

I collapsed into bed for nap time and slept for two hours. Bliss!

Woke up, had coffee, survived, and now, NOW folks, it’s almost bedtime.

Bring it on.

Go away

Wishing dirty laundry would just go away.

Forever.

And always.

Never to be seen again.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

Five!

Someone turned FIVE.

My someone. My little, first-born someone.

How is this possible?

It makes this certian someone feel very old.

I wish I was Abbie

I really do.

The girl can take a mean nap.

She will ask to go to bed for nap time, curl up with blankie, her thumb, two fans blowing and it’s “Adios Abbie!” for at least two hours.

Doesn’t she make naps look delicious?

I would join her but….my other two offspring think naps are the most horrible things of all time. They take them, but they’re quick, fast naps.

So every day, come 1-3 PM, I wish I was Abbie. Because those hours are the WORST and I wish I could just sleep them away every day. With Abbie.

Who would be you?

The other night Brian and were having a very important discussion.

If a movie were made of us, which actors would play us? This could be based on either looks or personality.

It didn’t take us long to decide, and we both agreed.

The character of Jackie McCobb will be played by Drew Barrymore.
The character of Brian McCobb will be played by Sean Austin.
For those of you who know us, do you think these are good picks?

Out of curiosity…who would you pick to play you?

This picture has nothing to do with this post.

Books I’ve read lately:

The Guernesey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Schaffer

Prayers for Sale by Sandra Dallas

A Sane Woman’s Guide to Raising a Large Family by Mary Ostyn

The Emancipators Wife by Barbara Hambly

Don’t Waste Your Life by John Piper

Discipline by Elisabeth Elliot

The Help by Kathryn Stockett

Parenting in the Pew by Robbie Castleman

Handmade Home by Amanda Soule

Be Still My Soul by Elisabeth Elliot

Sticky Church by Larry Osborne

Next on my list:

Instructing a Child’s Heart by Tedd Tripp

and

Grace Based Parenting by Ted Kimmell

(Sorry I didn’t give you the links. I’m feeling far too lazy for that sort of thing this morning. Right clicking?? Ugh. Exhausting! You’ll have to look them up on Amazon yourself.)

What are you reading?

Confession time again.

Here’s the deal:

I don’t like being in a group of just women. I find it awkward and unbalanced. I don’t know what to say, so usually I just don’t say anything. My mom has confessed to being the same way, maybe it’s genetic?

I don’t do “girls night” and often wonder why other women enjoy those kind of events.

I realize I’m the strange one.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to be the only woman in a group of men, either. But if I had to choose between the two…I’ll sit by Brian in a room full of men, thanks.

I just think things are more comfortable if there is a mixture of both men and women.

Why am I this way?

Perhaps it’s because my two best friends growing up were the only girls in a family with three brothers, each. Their brothers were always around.

Maybe it’s because I don’t like drama, and women tend to be more dramatic.

After my friends and I got married and would have the occasional get together the men were always there. We wouldn’t think of leaving them out, we need them. It’s more fun when the guys are there…at least, that’s how I feel.

Ladies Night, Ladies Bible Study, Ladies Luncheons, sleepovers, Ladies Night Out…I get invited to these a lot when I’m in the United States, it seems more popular there than it is here in Paraguay.

When invited to one of these Women Only events I usually hem and haw my way out, find a decent excuse, or in some situations just make myself go because I’m told it’s good for me. Society says it is, and sometimes even preachers say it is.

I’ve heard many sermons directed to husbands and almost always is the “make sure your wife has time with her girlfriends” line.

I always turn to Brian and give him the “please don’t” look.

I don’t mind one on one with other women, I enjoy that…but ask me to come to your girls only party and I’ll break out in hives just thinking about it.

Any other women out there like that?

Important Announcement

Alexandra is now the proud owner of (drumroll please!)

…………

One tooth.

It’s on the bottom, it’s barely there, we can only see the tip of it, BUT we can tell it is the cutest tooth ever.

As it should be, because it was a lot of work getting it to come out.

We just thought you all should know.

(Oh, and she can sit up by herself too. Amazing!)

Back to normal(ish)

Abbie coloring with Tio Alex

Is it over? I lift my head carefully out of The Hole. The “My-Whole-Family-Was-Sick-For-About-Two-Weeks” hole and wonder if it’s really safe to come out?

Can I start entertaining in my home again?

Cooking something other than sandwiches and cereal?

Doing laundry?

Can I send the girls outside to play?

Can I leave the house?

Can I sleep a little bit more?

Can I put away the puke bucket, Tylenol, and thermometer?

Can I start my exercise routine again?

I sure hope so.