Steve and I went to bed with the windows in our room open last night. It was so pleasant and cool with the sound of a gentle rain outside. And the smell! I love the smell of washed air. I had already taken the heavier winter blankets off the bed. It was the perfect spring night for a good sleep.

But then something happened. The weather changed. The temperature dropped. I  mean dropped from 50’s to 30’s! The perfect spring evening became a frigid winter morning. Our room was freezing!  I woke up uncomfortable and unrested, and just a tad grumpy. ( I can hear my kids and husband coughing and sputtering)  ok, OK!      I was very grumpy.

 It took me forever to get out of bed. I kept trying to get warm. Eventually, I went and got the winter comforter and snuggled under it for a good half an hour trying to psych myself into getting up. Of course, the pets were in the room whining at me the whole time to be let out and get fed. Grrr….Brrr…..

Then Kyle was up, and I knew that was the end of that. Three years olds cannot be allowed to roam the house in the morning. They have powers that can devastate the average kitchen. Especially when armed with Peanut Butter.

Still grumpy and resentful over my lack of sleep, I made PBJ for breakfast… with water to drink… which builds character. (What about my character?)

So I let my kids watch a few children’s shows while I went in my room and checked the news, e-mail, etc….Truthfully, I figured they needed a break from me, and I needed to stop acting like a three year-old throwing a temper tantrum.

I opened my Bible, flipped around a bit, not really knowing what I wanted (or needed) to read, and wouldn’t ya know it…..this is what found me;

            “The fathers eat sour grapes, and the children’s teeth are set on edge” Ez 18:2

Interesting. Don’t ya think?  Rebuke really is good for the soul.

I went off to apologize to my children and ask their forgivess.  And to my husband…

…who promptly left to get me a shot of espresso.

God is good.

Love,

Wuzza

While I thought about and planned lunch and dinner today, I forgot to plan this morning’s breakfast last night.  So I threw something together and it turned out pretty well!  Unusual for me.

Breakfast has to be quick ’cause people ’round these parts wake up hungry. In fact, I think that’s what gets them out of bed. Either that or they have to pee so badly they just can’t take it anymore.

This is what I had in the fridge: eggs, cheese, tortillas, watermelon, enchilada sauce, yogurt, milk, romaine lettuce, etc…I thought I would try a breakfast burrito, but had never done one before.

I kept it simple scrambling the eggs with salt, pepper, onion powder, garlic powder,  cayenne (there is no life without cayenne pepper), and a little milk.

Then I cooked ‘em up, spooned some on a warmed tortilla, grated some cheese over it, slopped on some enchilada sauce, rolled it up, and that was it.  Another bonus is that this requires no silverware! You could even just hold the burrito over a paper towel and not use any dishes!

I would have loved green pepper, (kids wouldn’t), maybe fresh tomato? I’m looking for some ideas here. I know many of you have made these, so please, please leave your comments. My children are depending on you.

thanks a bunch!

Wuz

Awake. check (sort of)

Heat turned up so kids will get out of bed easier. check.

Pets fed. check.

Tea kettle on. check.

Thought about dinner. check

Watching the sun come up with a cup of tea, contemplating the Creator. Awesome.

Romans 6:14

Blessings,

Wuzza

It’s moments like these that make me want another one.

Irresistible.

Do you ever feel like you are Undesciplined? Inconsistent? Unorganized?

I do.  I wish I wasn’t, but the cold hard truth is…..I am.  It is a terrible fault with a tremendous domino affect.

I slept in way too many  mornings this week, and it threw off my whole routine.  Because my routine was off,  my house got really messy. Messier than usual.  Because my house got really messy, I was in a baaaaddd  mood.  Because I was in a bad mood, I was short with the people I love the most.  Then I didn’t sleep well because I was all unsettled.  No peace.  So I slept in the next morning and so on, and so on.  But never really feeling rested.

Wait, I forgot. I don’t have a routine.  Well, not a well-oiled one.  It’s funny because I was a nurse in my pre stay-at-home-mom days.  And let me tell you, nurses have well-oiled routines.  Me included.  All my “t” ’s were crossed, and all my “i” ’s were dotted.  Even when un-expected things happened.  Sure there were times when tasks got passed on to the next shift,  but those were rare exceptions.

 Here at home, it’s the norm. And I can’t help but wonder why that is.  Do I really need to have external pressure to do the things I need to do?  If so, it stinks.  I thought by 40 I would be more mature than that.

Which begs another question…what kind of example am I setting for my kids?  Self-discipline, consistency, organization.  The ability to do what needs to be done when it is time to do it whether you feel like it or not is really the mark of a true adult. Isn’t it?  And to do the task with love and kindness as unto the glory of God is the mark of a mature christian. Isn’t it?

I think I’ve missed the mark.

But one quality I do posess (by God’s grace and my parents’ modeling).

Persistence.

If I’m alive, then the target is still there and I’ll just keep adjusting my aim. This week my goal is to go to bed at the same time every night and get up at the same time every day. 

 ”This is the lesson: never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never—in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.”

Winston Churchill,  HarrowSchool,  October 29, 1941 (emphasis mine)

I just love Winston churchill.  And there is no reason why a home-maker can’t be inspired by his speeches.

Blessings,

Wuzza