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Okay, so maybe my husband isn’t responsible for the time change, but if you haven’t noticed yet, every single blog title for the Keeping It Real Challenge has been the name of a movie or a variation of one. It can be a struggle to come up with these… and I still have forty-four more titles to go. Yikes!
Anywho, here’s the thing about time changes: I usually don’t mind them, even when we ‘spring ahead’ and lose an hour of sleep one night. To me that means my kids sleep until 7:00 or 7:30 instead of 6:00 or 6:30 the next morning, and who wouldn’t love that? Plus it stays light so much later. It’s glorious. I’m willing to give up one hour of sleep for that!
This time though, man! I am exhausted. All week I’ve struggled to get out of bed each morning, dragged through each day, and dozed on the couch before heading to bed each night. I suppose I can’t place all the blame on the time change. Annelise and Samuel took turns with fevers this week, so I was up multiple times each night to check on them. Once I wake up at night, I have a hard time falling back to sleep. My mind starts going and I can’t turn it off.
I’ve also been fighting a cold of my own, so when you add it all up, it makes sense that I’m tired. On Saturday, I even dozed on the couch for a little while, which is something I never do. I’m one of those weird people who really dislikes taking naps, but it felt good on Saturday.
Despite my fatigue, the To Do list I wrote out for the week on Monday was done by Thursday.
Thursday, March 13: “I got the living room floor washed so everything on my to do list for the week is marked off. It wasn’t especially ambitious, but it’s still nice to feel like I accomplished something.
I also would like to say ‘Thank You’ to those of you who responded to last week’s update, whether it was to let me know you have similar feelings, to tell me you’ll be praying for Ben, or to ask me how I’m doing. Writing is the way I work through things, so that, coupled with the support I received, really lifted a weight from my shoulders. I’m still burdened for Ben and his family, but I’m not drowning in fear anymore.
I’ve always had a problem with that quote, “God will never give you more than you can handle.” Of course He will. How else would we learn to trust Him? However, I firmly believe that whatever God allows us to go through, He will also provide us with an abundance of grace to make it through. When I read through the blog written by Ben’s mom, it is so clear that their family is living in this grace. I heard a song this week that beautifully speaks of it.
And now the part of the post where I share pictures of our real, everyday life.
My smart aleck husband asked for 26 pancakes. The joke’s on him.
I washed the floor. And then five minutes went by. Why do I bother?
Spoon or hand? Spoon or hand? Hand.
Have a great week, and remember to keep it real!