Tonight is family night. We've made pizza, chocolate chip cookies, played the wii (well.....not the REAL wii.....just the generic one.), and we're getting ready to make popcorn, all crawl in Mommy's bed and watch a movie. It's been a nice day. Restful. Doing nothing much except enjoying being. Being a wife. (I love it when my husband comes home and night and I see his smile....he looks genuinely happy to be home). Being a mom. (The boys did all their school work today with great attitudes. They are SO excited to cuddle with me and choose to lay in MY bed with ME and watch a movie.....I know there will come a day when that won't be the case, so I'm enjoying it now). Being a sister. (I have the very best little sisters in the entire world!!) Being a daughter. (I am learning more and more that my parents were much smarter than I gave them credit for when I was an all knowing teenager.) Being an aunt. (Since I produced 4 grandsons into the family, it is only fair that my sister bring forth the girls. And boy am I ever glad she did. I am soooooo the cool aunt!! Just ask me and I'll tell you. ;) I love painting Kayla's toenails, putting her hair in pigtails, buying her frilly dresses, and seeing her be thrilled when she arrives at my home and be sad when she has to leave.) Being a grandaughter. (I still love how my grandparents can make me feel special, just like when I was younger. Even though I relish in the fact that I am an adult lady that is very capable, I secretly love when Grandma and Grandpa are around and spoil me.) Most of all......being a child of God. (Wow....to know that although I'm not perfect, that I make mistakes, but that my God has forgiven that all. To know that I have been cleansed, been renewed, made whole. It's just the best thing in the entire world!! Knowing that I will NEVER be alone, ever. Knowing that I never need fear death. Knowing that with Him all things are possible. Having true peace. Hmmm....can't even put a label or name on it. It's worth more than all the money in the world, and then more.) So today.....cheers to being.....well just to "being".

So today I'm not so much Super-wife. I'm not even close to Super-mom. I'm completely, "T-Totally", 100%, full blown Super-tired. This first week back to school has been a killer. I didn't know it was possible to feel as though I were 80 years old, when I am clearly housed in a VERY YOUNG 32 year old (did I just say I was 32??? Sheesh....how did that happen anyway?) body. Since my eyeballs are about to burn out of my head, I'll keep this short. Nothing extremely funny to report today. It was a blessed day, however. I came home from school today and found that my husband had completed the whole day of school with the boys, had my kitchen clean, my living rom clean, the twins room rearranged, the baby napping, and laundry going. I was almost jealous of his success. But I was so thrilled and wanted to enjoy it, so figured jealousy would have to come for a visit another time. I just want to brag on my husband. Other than salvation.....he is the greatest gift I've ever received. I'm totally unworthy of such a great friend, but I'll certainly take it anyway!! Tonight I'm thankful for my wonderful heavenly Father and the great time we had fellowshipping today. I'm thankful for good friends. I'm thankful that my boys still cry if they miss me too much. (Oh to be so loved......). I'm thankful for the ability to learn and the opportunity to exercise my brain. :) That sounded cute....."exercise my brain ;) I guess some part of me needs exercise occasionally. Hope you had a great day. I expect great things from tomorrow!

***DISCLAIMER: This is not an original, I stole it from someone else. ;)***

Be A Chef

If I cook great dishes, make them into literal works of art as I work them up in a commercial kitchen, and serve them to people I’ve never met, or will ever meet again, I am called a chef, an artist!

But, if I cook those same dishes for the ones I love most and I nourish my family in the realm of my fathers home, it is said that I am wasting my talent.

Be a CPA

If I go to school for years, become a CPA, and manage books for other people that I have absolutely no ties with; I’m a career woman, I’m independent, I am a woman of the twenty first century!!!!

But if I, after years of studying, keep my dad’s books, I am then wasting MY life, all that training down the drain!

Be a Childcare Professional

If I take care of a other people’s children, I become their nanny, I am then a childcare professional, I am valuable and important!!!

But, if I take care of and nurture children GOD gives me, then I am old-fashion. I am repressed by a sexist society of dominate males! I am told I am wasting my life!

Be a Cleaning Professional

If I care for rooms, homes or offices that belongs to strangers; I’m a housekeeper, a cleaning professional.

But, if I remove dust bunnies out of my own home and make it clean and orderly for my family; It is thought that I am a house wife and am wasting my life with coupons and soap operas! (who has time for soap operas???)

What is the difference between the examples above? Why is nanny-hood OK, but motherhood frowned upon? Why is professional respected and domestic criticized? Why is going through a secular college an assumed event in every high school graduate’s life, but simply learning at home and continuing education in many mediums highly disregarded?

Ironic isn’t it?

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It is our duty and delight to shine forth as examples of true-womanhood in action. Many of you are exemplary women who have utilized societies tools (college, career etc) to great advantage without being taken advantage of, or losing your foundation.

Today We Make History

Ok.....so maybe it's not exactly history. But that slogan is certainly going around, and well....I wanted to own a piece of it too. ;) Today, however, I do start my very first blog. Who knew??? Who would have guessed??? Then again, I would not have imagined that two 7 year olds could pop a water bed and keep it hidden from their parents for two days using a whole box of bandaids. I would not have imagined 3 worms and a frog could make such a mess in my washing machine. I would never have imagined sitting in a cardboard box and being pulled around on hard wood floors by 4 adorable little boys could keep a little princess entertained for 2 hours. I would never have imagined sticking your head under a running faucet and coming up with a soaking wet head would make a 4 year old "look like a pastor" (in his own words, of course). I would never have imagined that a little person with sticky hands, messy face and sweaty hair could melt my heart by uttering one special word....."Mommy.....". I never imagined I would feel so cherished and loved by such a great man. So I guess writing a blog isn't all that surprising. I'm looking forward to making history....the making of my very first blog.