Trip to the store.

So there is a great sale on footie pj's at Carter's, and J has been asking for "gajama's that cover his whole body," so we went shopping. Well if that's what you  want to call it...I think it looked more like frantic grabbing and pig wrangling all at the same time. Neither boy wanted to walk, yet neither wanted to sit at the Lego table either. Neither boy wanted to shop for clothes, but both wanted million dollar toy sets, you know as a reward for being super naughty. Thank God I work out, because I had to pick up both boys, about 80lbs total of dead, screaming, sweaty weight, one in each arm, with my bag and purse and walk out of the store, to the car and hope I didn't drop one, where anyone could see. I get in the car, tell them both they are out of line and needed some wooden spoon time. I am not sure why epic little boy melt down still surprises me so much?! 

We get in the car, and the melt down continues. And I am a hot sweaty mess. All I want to do is go home, duck tape my kids to their beds and have nap time. So what happens next? I swear, just as soon as the car starts moving they quiet down. Why is the car so soothing?! I swear these boys looked like toddler zombies in their seats! 

Anyway, we grabbed some lunch and were on our way. 2 things: thank GOD for carseat restraints and seriously, check out Carter's, deals so good...it made the insanity worth it!

It's 2:56pm

too BLESSED to stress!

Ok that is one of the hokier christianese sayings that I have heard in my life, and I understand it, but today, I felt it. I had court today, for child support for my oldest child. I never in a million years thought the amount would be reduced, but it is. As I sat there, all I could feel was pity and pride. 

Pity for the other party, being called "low income," and being told that perhaps their goals are not realistic. 

Pride, for the blessings The Lord has gifted to myself and my family. 

At that moment I truly understood the concept. I am blessed. The Lord has always taken care of me, and He will continue too. My husband is an amazing provider that takes excellent care of his family. Period. I am lucky, regardless if what the other party can scrounge up, because I don't need it. I am not tooting my own horn, I understand hardship, but to be at this place, with this situation is a big step for me. I feel good. I am happy and truly...too blessed to stress!

Driving Around in My Automobile

I really like my new car. A lot. I really dislike the interior of my new car being dirty...a lot. This is a problem, I have 3 kids. 1 child loves Cheetos, orange fingers. 1 child is an artistic genius, paper, markers, crayons. 1 child is a moody teenager. No explanation needed.  I feel like I am constantly picking up crayons, Cheetos and paper. It's because I am. But this is my family, and this is a family car, so we have a family sized mess! I used to get very irratated. Rage might be a better word. How dare these ankle biters mess with my space?!? Oh and there is the problem...it's not "my," anything. It's "our," everything, but more specific, it's our blessing. Just like the kids...really I believe that...count it all as joy, right? Ha easier said then done! I struggle with this. With taking the good with the bad, with realizing that it's not all rose tinted glasses all day. That my children are loud, dirty, crazy little blessings. Just like a new car or any other thing we have. Our blessings aren't always the way we envision them to be, but it doesn't lessen the impact if the blessing, or at least it shouldn't, right? There is alot of thinking that goes on while being in a car. And I am thinking this car isn't so messy, but full of memories.