As you come to him, the living Stone--rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him--you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. 1 Peter 2: 4-5

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Coming up for air

The last month has been a blur. I knew it would be. But man, had I forgotten how it was. For some reason, I thought it would be different this year. That I would have it more together. That I would be less busy. That I would be more organized. That I would get more done.

I don't know what in the world I was thinking. I wasn't thinking that I'd lose a driver and have to once again be responsible for getting everyone everywhere. I wasn't thinking that Daryl would start working 14-16 hour days and I would have to be responsible for doing everything. Or that I would have a wonderful group of children at school that while wonderful, are challenging with challenging parents. Or that I would still be tutoring and having help class 3 days a week. Or that I had to make time for exercise. Or fit in trips to the chiropractor. OK, OK, I just wasn't thinking.

Don't get me wrong. I am thankful that Daryl is able and willing to work as much as he is. I am very appreciative and adore him for doing this for us. I am thankful that God provided. I am thankful that Josh was able to go to college. That I have a job. But good golly molly, I am tired. And still not getting everything done. Weekends still tend to be just time to play catch up. The house remains a mess. The laundry remains in baskets.

The one thing that I have yet to figure out, though, is how to make time for exercise. This summer, I exercised every single day. I looked forward to it. I worked my days around it. It was therapeutic, physically and mentally and emotionally and spiritually. And I had good intentions. Leave school at 3:30. Home by 4:30. Start dinner and then go out for a jog (or wog, as is the case). But then came cheer practice til 5:15. And Spivey. And then the kids go to church. And have you ever tried to exercise with a four year old and a one year old in tow? So I did the smart thing and joined the gym at school. For $25 I can workout whenever I want. Which I thought would be every day after tutoring. But then I have to worry about being late to pick up Charlotte. And getting the kids where they need to go. and so my every day exercise has turned into 2-3 times a week max. Plus my body has decided to rebel. I have to exercise to keep myself healthy, yet exercising hurts my body. My chiropractor(who happens to be a young, Chris Allen look alike) tells me that I am not old (bless his sweet young heart) and I should not just accept it. My mind tells me (when I'm not forgetting it) that I shouldn't accept it...I am not that old. but it's really starting to tick me off.

OK....all this ranting and raving to apologize and explain for the lack of posting lately. I'm just now able to come up for air. I'm hoping to settle into some sort of routine, or survive on less sleep, and get back to taking pictures and documenting our family's year.

A girl can dream, can't she? Until then...enjoy the next three posts!


  1. I don't know how you do it! (For that matter, I don't know how I do it either.) But good luck fitting in the exercise - you're more dedicated than I am. Hey, did you ever decide about a sewing machine? Of course, when would have time to sew???

  2. I nevee got any good recommendations, so I have n idea what to look for. Any suggestions?