Good morning. Or rather Good Monday morning. I purposefully left the exclamation mark off the end of that sentence.
I'm tired this morning. Tired and grumpy with a raging case of PMS on the side.
Our weekend was SUPER BUSY. I'm not a fan of busy. I'm a recovering busy-a-holic (if there is such a thing). I've learned the hard way that I function best when life has a slow and relaxed pace. I work hard to control the chaos and minimize activity in order to offer my best to those I love the most. Y'all, this weekend kicked my butt.
But I'm also learning that having kids means being busy. Especially having older kids.
My friend Nancy wrote a fabulous blog post about this very thing. I couldn't agree with her more.
I'm finding that I'm having to give up some of my comforts and desires as my family grows and changes. Our weekends now involve other kiddos and activities of all sorts and driving kids all over creation. I'd love for all five of us to be at home together every single weeknight but that's slowly changing too. I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing, it's just different for us.
It's worth it though. I love how my friend, Nancy, responded when chided about her busyness being a choice. "Well, that may be, but that choice started long ago. With children."
So, so true. I'm choosing to be happy about this stage of parenting. Choosing to show my kids that I'm absolutely crazy about them and will do whatever I can (within reason) to show them. Choosing to be happy (as much as I can) about being busy.
Alrighty. The busy train is about to pull back into the LifeAt7000Feet station. Gotta go! Have a great Monday.