Talking in Parenthesis
Ramblings and angst from a mostly stay at home mom
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us. It is in everyone. And as we let our light shine, we give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Three Things Thursday
Three things that put me in a less than good mood in the morning.
1. The landscape people using the stupid leaf blower at 7am! Please, can we not wait until 8 or 9? I hate those stupid things to begin with and hearing them the first thing in the morning?
2. Coming upstairs and finding out that my oldest didn't "have time" to clean the kitchen. In a house with 6 kids everybody has clearly laid out chores. The only reason these chores may be skipped is for schoolwork. This is now being abused by the oldest.
3. Five minutes before the younger kids are to leave to wait for the bus somebody tells me I can't find my shoes, homework, backpack, jacket, whatever. Also in a house with 6 kids everything has a place, shoes, jackets, backpacks, etc. The idea behind this is if it put away as soon as you are done with it, I don't have to chase after you to put it away. This concept is introduced basically at birth. So when the 8 and almost 11 year old forget I want to scream, especially when they wait until last minute.
Well know you have my morning in a nutshell. Sort of a perfect storm of pet peeves this morning. I am feeling better now, the sun is bright, the sky is a beautiful blue and Franklin has his play tonight.
2 Comments:
Break a leg Franklin
I'm sorry...did you say SIX KIDS?! Holy moses...and you're still sane? Bless you! I don't know you and I think you are amazing.
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