So here we are again...
A house that is trashed, a half painted bedroom, an overflowing sink of dishes, laundry piled everywhere... And I sit on the couch writing a blog.
I WAS painting... But got to the point that I needed a step ladder, and then quickly remembered I loaned it to my mother-in-law a few months back and I haven't gotten it back yet. I texted her, haven't heard back, and decided that I'll have Michael stop by to get it on his way home because it's frigid outside and I'm not going out! So the brakes are on the painting project for the moment.
The dishes are never-ending... And I have no dishwasher... Michael and I left a brand new beautiful home on 20 acres to come to a house with no dishwasher?!? I know! And while we're listing complaints (and by "we", I mean, me), I don't have a garbage disposal either. So trash is not a fun thing around these parts. Oh, and 2 full baths in the old (new) house, down to one bathroom that is original to my 1950's (?) cape cod. It's lovely... Really... You'd have to see it to appreciate it. Hahahaha!
Laundry is laundry is laundry. If I could hire one job done at my house. Laundry would be it! The person would have to do ALL OF IT though - the sorting, the washing, the drying, the folding, the putting away. I can't stand a single part of that process!
Oh and I skipped the trashed house part... Since we are painting our bedroom (and again, by we, I mean, me), everything from my bedroom is in my living room/dining room/ hallway. It's lovely... Really... You'd have to see it to appreciate it. And I won't even follow that one up with a hahahaha.
But I do have the girls upstairs "cleaning" their rooms. And dinner is ready, just needs to be thrown together (baked spaghetti). So some things are coming along ok.
As I was painting today, I had more time to think about my "Intentional" word of the year. I'm really working hard at having intentional thoughts... Not letting my head get the best of me... Not letting my mind race... Not playing out conversations that have yet to happen... Not being "so sure" that someone thinks/feels some way when I've yet to hear that from them...
All that being said, the devil knows these thoughts. He knows my triggers. He knows what can send me into a tailspin. And is he does it. He unleashes my brain, my thoughts, silence around me so that I have time to create this gross over-exaggerations of what is actually happening in my life. It makes me quick to take offense, overly anxious, and totally miserable...
But in the midst of this, I think "Intentional". And I pray, and ask God for help reigning in these thoughts... And He helps me... Instead of racing thoughts, I get laundry, and dishes, and half-painted rooms... Along with giggles from my littles as they "clean" their bedrooms while playing dollhouse. And a phone call from my husband who is headed home a little early to relax with his family.
I Am Blessed.
