Let's talk. But NOT about the fact that I am drinking a $5.00 coffee. Bob, if you are reading this...I love you and don't be mad ;) Sometimes I just break down and buy one, and by sometimes I mean at least once a week...and on occasion, more than once a week. I know. It's a waste of money. It is just not the same when I try to make one at home with my cheap coffee maker. It's not.
Looks like I am talking about my $5.00 coffee more than I had intended.
I bring this up not to shame myself by telling you that I sometimes waste money on coffee, but to tell you why.
It makes me happy.
I can not explain it. I used to hate coffee. When I am having a bad morning or having a poor me whine fest, I stop at Panera and get one. Lately, I have been in quite a funk. I have no particular reason really. I hesitate to even admit this on my blog because this space is supposed to be my happy place where I talk about my sweet girls and hubby and share projects that I have made.
I don't want to feel this way.
Yesterday, I avoided my beloved MOPS meeting because I just didn't want to be around anyone. This is not like me. I love being around friends. Being around people energizes me. Being alone, for the most part, does not. I know that this is just a short phase and will soon be a distant memory. It is not the first time since becoming a wife and mommy that I have felt this way, and I know it won't be the last. In times like these I cling to the Lord. I can do all things with Him. I don't know how people live without Him in their hearts. Truly. How did I get through the hard times before the precious gift of salvation?
Don't worry about me cause I will be fine. I know that I have all I need because I have Christ and my beautiful family. I know this in my heart, I just wish my head would keep up. I can't help but get caught up in the things of this world. Why don't we have more money? Why don't we get to take vacations? Why can't I be thin? She seems to have it all together...why don't I? My poor sweet husband works too hard. Everyday seems to be the same. I have dreams too.
You get it.
I am right where He wants me to be. I feel it everytime my sweet daughters hug me and tell me that I am the best mommy ever. I feel guilty, but I also feel so greatful. When I take a step back, I can see it. I can see just. how. lucky. I. am.
Thank you for listening.
Now it's time for the catch up part of this blog post. Enough of the serious junk.
Here is what we have been up to in the last 10 days or so....
This is the current state of my kitchen. Girl Scout cookies! I will be digging my way out of these this week trying to get them all delivered. Faith did great this year. She sold the most cookies in her troop. Thanks to her Daddy for peddling them at both of his jobs :)
That pretty much sums it up. I am breaking out of this funk slowly and hate to say that I think its because I have been listening to all Christmas music the past 3 days.
Don't hate. Try it and tell me that it doesn't lift your spirits. You won't be able to.
I am bringing back my favorite Paris Hilton quote....you know the one from that show she was on where her and what's her name lived on that farm....."LOVES IT!"
That last sentence was for you Kellie Romano. Hehe!