The Longest Thursday

I went to bed last night with such great expectations for today.  I had the Longest Thursday planned: Cleaning everything that became a mess during my 2 days of clinicals and 1 day of school, then I was going to make breadcrumbs for this Aldi Meal Plan I have been experimenting with so I could make Turkey Meatloaf for dinner tonight.  Somewhere in the day, I wanted to tackle some homework because I have 6 assignments, 1 exam review, and a 4 page surgical procedure record to do this week.

It’s the days that you have planned down to the end of the day that end up going haywire.. Poor Kennedy has a 102 temp that started in the middle of the night.  So duty has called.  The craziest things about these 2 year old girls is that for some reason if their medicine is of a pink variety they will take the entire syringe and push it in their own mouth.  The Children’s Motrin that we have on hand is dye-free, so I added a pen point drop of neon pink food coloring and WA-LA!  I don’t know why I haven’t thought about food coloring before!

Now, she’s laying on the couch all snuggled up watching Dora the Explorer with Haven.  Haven is being such a good ‘big sister’ (she was born a whole 1 minute before Kennedy) and it makes my heart happy.

I may not get the Longest Thursday to-do list accomplished, but the snuggles, cuddles, and time spent making 1 sick baby girl feel better is SO MUCH MORE worth my time.  Everything always gets done eventually! 🙂

Printable Pre-School Number Activities

I’ve been doing my internet rounds for deals and ideas this morning, and I just stumbled across this page!  Check out these cool FREE printable activities for your toddler/pre-schooler.. just click on the images to be directed to the website’s printable number page.

 

          

Thee Domesticated Journey

 

One of the greatest goals of any wife and/or mother is to become the end all be all mom.  A lot of people call this person ‘domesticated’, and as the end of school closes in, my urge to become a better the end all be all grows!  I have more time now to think about all of the little details and oil this machine we call home.

Now, being the ‘perfect’ wife/mother is not in my definition of the end all be all domesticated lady..  Nobody can be the perfect wife or mother.  Nobody can be the perfect anything for that matter.  My goal is to keep this machine {home} well oiled.  What do I mean by well oiled: clean, organized, debt free, fed, and most of all… HAPPY!

My main areas for concentration needed are being clean, organized, and fed.  I need to find ways to fit in laundry for a family of four while keeping every room clean, in the midst of 2 toddlers running around.  I need to find a way to get on a ‘dinner plan’, so we don’t buy unnecessary groceries and we don’t have things to throw away in the fridge.  I NEED to find a way for every room to be ORGANIZED, for my SANITY!

On this journey, I have been researching things that work for others and tweaking them to fit my family.  There are a plethora of resources available for those on the same journey as I.  Websites, books, shows, and the list goes on.  So I know I’m not alone!  As I find these golden nuggets of precious ideas, I will share my findings in hopes that someone out there as desperate as I am will find some golden nuggets of their own.

If you have any bits of precious secrets to keeping your machine oiled, please, let me know!

 

Children of Perfection

There’s nothing greater than sneaking in your children’s room and taking a second to watch them sleep. Children are the only thing right with this world.. So precious, unjaded, happy, believing, trusting, and genuinely loving.

They are only unjaded, believing, and trusting for so long before the world takes pieces of those qualities from them. I know this, and I try to take advantage of this time as much as possible! I dread the day that these precious beings of perfection are scorned by the world. I know it will come, but I still want so badly to protect them from that.

Children really are made of perfection.

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Learning Not to Cry Over Spilled Milk

Yesterday was an eventful day, to say the least.

The girls have been sick with an upper respiratory bug, so on top of being two they are extra moody.  So the entire day was a little haywire.. On my way home from school my husband sends me this picture:

Pretty good mani and pedi for a two year old.. right?

Well, one of my girls got a bottle of finger nail polish open and decided she would give herself a manicure/pedicure on the living room couch.  If you just mumbled to yourself, “hmmm, I wonder if the couch was DESTROYED..”, I’m here to tell you IT IS.  You would think hearing this news on your way home from a 3 hour lecture would ignite a certain kind of fury from within.  On the contrary, I actually laughed.  You heard me right, I had a good little chuckle thanks to this little disaster.

I’ve been working on intentional living, if you will.  I’ve been trying to look at trying scenarios with transparent vision, so I can see the light at the end of the tunnel before I’m blinded by the dark.  Because of this, I was actually able to come home and calm my husband down before he busted some blood vessels.  When I saw this picture all I could see was the satisfaction on Kennedy’s face that she did a good job.  Can you see it, too?  That warms my heart like you wouldn’t believe!  I’m astounded by how much they know and are capable of doing {in this case, trying} and by how aware they are of their own wants, motives, and knowledge.  It’s going to take days of baths before it comes off, but every time I see that painted skin, I am blessed with a huge smile.