Chasing after the wind.

So hey.  I’m back.  I just can’t stand it anymore–the whole “not writing” thing.  I do not care if my life is psycho crazy right now.  Write, I must.  I guess it’s not so much crazy as I just never have two seconds without a little person (or occasionally a man-sized person) who wants (needs?) something from me.  

A glass of milk.  
A silly song.  
A roll of toilet paper.  (Oh, yeah.  *Scribbling toilet paper onto this afternoon’s grocery list.*)   
Help with math homework.  
Finger unstuck from the van door.  (Yes, this really just happened.  To the tallest finger.  To the Lovey child who wants to show her boo-boo tall finger to everyone we know.  *sigh*) 

If I manage to get a shower with mascara and lip gloss applied, and cup of coffee before I hear the band of angels tromping down the stairs in the morning, we will call it a good day.  

As a child, I wasn’t necessarily the most athletic.  It was that awkward stage right about fifth grade.  I had these amazingly large glasses that rendered me rather owl-like.  My favorite outfit included a white blazer with tropical fruit on it which I wore for my class picture that year.  Circa 1991.  

As you might imagine, gym class was not exactly my thing.  Really not my thing.  One cloudy day, our class headed out to the ball field for a game of baseball.  Ugh. I sauntered to the outfield, not expecting to do anything but stand there until the next inning.  I couldn’t run.  And I couldn’t catch.  I am 97.3% I was daydreaming about “New Kids on the Block,” when I realized the ball was coming my way.  I am not sure what I was thinking other than the fact that, “I might be able to actually catch that thing!”  I started running after the ball.  And running.  And running.  And… running?  Shouldn’t gravity be kicking in by now?  I hear my name.  I assume they are cheering me on.  I run harder.  “Come back!  Where are you going?”  It dawns on me as the “ball” gracefully darts across the street and nests in a nearby tree.  A bird!!???  To this day, I still don’t know how I could possibly have made such a ridiculous mistake.

And that is a little like my life right now.  Chasing after something I will never catch.  My days start out with a list like this:

To Do:  

Pay the Bills
Mop the floor
Scrub the bathtub
Return calls
Pack away girls’ too-small clothes 
Upload pics from camera to computer
Update baby book
Make dentist appointments

And this what I actually get done:

Start a load of laundry.
Feed baby.
Diaper change.
Feed kids breakfast.
Feed baby.
Diaper change.
Oops!  Forgot to switch laundry to dryer.
Feed kids snack.
Feed baby. 
Diaper change.
Feed kids lunch.
Oh yeah.  Still forgot to switch the laundry.
Feed baby.
Diaper change.
Feed kids snack.
Feed baby.
Diaper change.
Feed everyone dinner.
Start dishwasher.
Feed baby.
Diaper change.
Collapse into bed of complete exhaustion and as I am drifting off to sleep…
DARN IT!  The laundry is still in the washer!

Oh well… at least everyone’s tall finger is still intact.

Love & Coffee.

“I look up to the mountains;
    does my strength come from mountains?
No, my strength comes from God,
    who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.”

Ps. 121.1-2 (MSG)

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