I have had a wonderful day! Aside from the fact that Felicity is cutting two teeth today. Poor thing won't stop crying. But aside from that the first thing that started the peace in my home is the peace of a home clean and spotless. I am at such peace when my home is clean and my whole family helped. That even makes it better. The second piece of peace for me was making bread. I love making bread for my family. Knowing that I have created exactly what they needed with my bare hands. I also made buns and cinnamon buns but that's besides the point. The time that I spend mixing the bread and waiting for it to rise and then kneading it back down again to raise in the loaf pans is truly a time for me to reflect and enjoy the peace and pleasure I get from doing something so (what may seem, in their eyes) as menial. I enjoy it none the less.
I'm a Perfectionist and it's killing me. But the first step to solving a problem is admitting that you have one. That being said, it's not actually killing me but there are moments when it feels like it is. What can I say, I like order, I like it to be done promptly and without deviating from how I want it. (My kids just don't seem to get it) Being the mother of 3 older daughters and then a son, I thought I had the 'terrible twos' figured out. I DON'T! Boys are so different from girls. Now I don't need you to shake your head at me and roll your eyes and say 'DUH' but really they are so different. It started about 2 weeks ago when Gage started getting into mischief when I was nursing the baby. O.K. whatever, but it's only escalating and I know that the biggest reason for it is Archer (the baby) but what can I do about it. When I'm tied up nursing the baby I'm nursing the baby I can't be chasing a 2 year old. Yesterday was a prime...
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