good ol' busy-ness

You know when you go on vacation and right after that is vbs and then right after that is a weekend at the lake, and then family comes into town and you just gotta party while that's happening, then that party ends, but another one is coming and you've got to get ready for it (actualy two parties).  And between all that there's the normal routine of gymnastics, meetings, studies...And then you realize you just don't have time for your own life, like maintaining the immediate stuff around you.  Fingernails are really long around here.  Crumbs are under the table from meals we enjoyed over a week ago.  The bathrooms are a fright.  But man, all that partying sure is fun.

This morning I made buttermilk so that I could make creme fraiche, so that I can make ganache in 30 hours once the fraiche is set.  Then I'll put the ganache on some cookies I've yet to make for the a bake sale thing.  I half-way made dinner and still have to make pizza dough for Kate's bday party Friday with my family.  In the midst of my cooking and being reeeeally full of coffee I got excited about Riley's idea to make some earrings for EVERYone who may be at Friday's party.  So we went to Hobby Lobby.  The lady working the bead aisle cast many worried glances at us while I struggled to keep Lola form pulling every bead off the wall and kept telling Kate to put all of her beautiful choices back.

So we came back to have lunch.  I'm having more coffee so that I can make myself workout during Lola's nap (it's been a few days with all this partying).  I imagine that by this evening while Nathan is at his meeting, and while the effects of caffeine leave my body, I may need all my friends to pray for the grace of God to be with me and keep me patient with my children, who will surely want me to finish making earrings while I really need to be making the cookies, but my body will tell me it's time to drop to the cold kitchen tile and rest there until the kids come begging for their juice 11 hours later.

But you know what.  It's all okay.  Coffee gets me through and grace gets me through.  Because just when I could scream or cry, He really is faithful to give me a sense of humor or a drop of patience.  All the sudden the most annoying noise coming from the throat of a hyper girl trying to make her sister laugh so hard she pees - isn't quite so annoying.  Taking a deep breath helps, and just remembering that He's given this to me - the cute one sitting quietly, but also the crazy one dancing weird, and even the screaming one throwing a fit.  He's given these crazy ones and all that comes with them (kisses, parties, poop...) for my good.

Anyway this is long.  The kitchen is such a mess.  I'm too tired to exercise.  But I am rich, so it's okay.