With a smile

There are times when life starts to get overwhelming. Work is putting too much on your plate. The kids have too many things they need help with, and the house seems to always nees updates and cleaning. There are never enough hours in a day, and you have no idea how to slow things down. 

Welcome to the world of being an adult. They forgot to mention all of these things as you were growing up.  Well maybe they told us, but we never believed that it was as bad as they made it sound.  

I find myself calling my mother and father often to complain about these moments in life that get passed me too fast.  They are not impressed by this, seeing as they are going thru it too. They just happen to be at a different stage then I am. 

Writing for me is a chance to breathe. Not everyone understands that. Writing these words, whether typing it out or writing in long hand, is like a breathe of fresh air.  It doesn’t matter where I set my pen down because creativity and an active imagination always allow me to pick it back up.  

It lightens my soul, allowing the storm always brewing a canvas to show its brilliance. It gives me the calm that I am searching. It allows me to face the world with a light heart so I can enjoy the things that can otherwise overwhelm me. 


They sure thought about trying

I have recently been laid up more than normal and I have noticed the trend going on in my house.  

I love that I have heard about this problem my whole life, but have really had it shown to me in true colors this past few weeks. 

As I prepared for this time, I carefully groomed each one of my children to perfect a task around the house that I knew would really get to me if it was not done. 

Like one childs task was as simple as if you find trash on the floor, no matter which one of your annoying family members put it there, PICK IT UP! There is a trash can in just about every room in the house right? 

Instead, I notice a lot of running feet to get away when they notice that I have noticed something. Lovely small creatures I have made aren’t they? 

I can’t help but laugh however as I do renember doing that to my parents. I also go thru days that I just don’t want to. Sometimes I go thru a few days in a row, just like anybody can. 

Sometimes the laughter is the best medicine, other times the laughter should be the signal to run faster.  😁😁

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