Monday, February 13, 2017

You lie in bed staring at the ceiling. You check the clock over and over and try to will it from happening. You ponder how you can stop it, but you know like clockwork it will show up. You know that the only way to stop it from happening is that Jesus comes back or He takes you home. So you finally close your eyes and wait for it to return. You know it has arrived by the blaring alarm going off on the side table, 6:00 Monday morning has once again reared its ugly head. You closed your eyes Friday night, and wham, open them to Monday morning. Did I dream cleaning my house? (That might be a possibility after going downstairs ☹). We went to church Sunday, right? The last 48 hours is now a blur.  Maybe a little dramatic, but not too far off from the struggle that takes place every Sunday night (except before a Monday holiday 😍) and Monday morning. I started a few years ago whispering a prayer each morning before I get out of bed. Nothing fancy, just thanking God for another day of life and dedicating my day to Him. But Monday mornings my prayers are bit more whiny, "Lord, please let it still be Saturday. Lord, do I really need to work?", those types of requests. This morning was no different. I got out of bed, hit my snooze three times, got up and took the dogs out, got my coffee, got a shower, got dressed, threw that outfit on the bed and put something else on, broke up an argument with the kids, rushed out the door (forgot my phone), got to work and my Monday routine continued.

 I work with four year old children and so you would think that they could make life unpredictable, but not really. I know the kids that will be talking from the minute they come through that door until we send them home. I know the kid that will hit someone before 8:30, and the kid who I love to pieces, but the child makes my eye twitch by lunchtime on most days. Routines are great, but I was convicted today about how closely I follow the same routine. I get stuck in the every day busyness that I miss opportunities with my kids, both at home and school. Maybe that's why I live from one event to the next or why I long for the weekend, I don't want the exciting moments of each day get lost in the mundane.
 I have to be honest I am kind of giggling right now, because I am not sure if this post even makes any sense. Blogging is something I love to do because my mind is always a tangled web of thoughts and maybe some weirdness, but I am not sure who wants to read about it 😏 I have also decided that in keeping things real around here getting pictures of my kids will almost be impossible, so here is a typical afternoon around here.