Wow. I got nothing. But I really do have everything.

Well isn’t this just something.  The kids are with my folks and Hubby is outside in the yard.  The house is quiet except for the soft wurring of the ceiling fans and as I sit here at the computer trying to bang out a post, I got nothing.  Hmmm.  Oh, wait, the doorbell just rang.  Hang on…the folks are here with the kids.


Okay, well about the quiet house, nevermind.  Kids are back home, TV’s on, piano’s being banged on, my four-year-old keeps drinking my water, Hubby’s phone is ringing and my oldest is complaining about the little one taking something out of his room.  Oh well.  The quiet didn’t matter all that much anyway because I really couldn’t think of anything to write about right this second.  Um, excuse me one moment again while I retrieve my little one from the laundry basket and finish listening to the oldest list off the Ten Commandments. 


Alright back at the computer.  In the midst of all this, it was nice that Hubby and I got to take a little break earlier this morning and spend a little time at the coffee shop.  (We have church on Saturday nights, so our Sundays are free.  Not sure why I felt compelled to tell you that.  Gah.)  Anyhow, I guess you could have called our coffee shop time a date of sorts.  We try to do that every now and then, but our “dates” are more often during the day than at night.  But that’s alright.  As long as we have that time I suppose it doesn’t matter when it is.  Alright, my apologies but you’ll have to excuse me one more second.  The little one has to “do poopies with his butt” (he’s very specific) and Hubby is banging on the backdoor.  BRB…


Sorry, that took a little longer than I thought.  Once the little one was done, he decided he needed a snack.  And now I’m not sure if I can concentrate at this point anyway.  The oldest is bouncing a ball in the den, Hubby and Mom-in-Law are talking in Spanish and going in and out the front door.  And the little one is trying to show Hubby a hole in his pajama pants.  And getting crumbs on the bed.  And humming a song.

This is life.  But I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I love my family.  I love that even at 11, my oldest still likes to come sit in my lap and hug me.  I love listening to Hubby have a conversation with the little one about why big boys don’t wear diapers and how ants are going to come eat all the crumbs.  I love that we have the opportunity to spend time with Mom-in-Law who otherwise would be living in another country.

Even in the midst of chaos, I find the blessings of God.  Even in the middle of the craziness of my day, I am overcome with joy.  I can’t help but smile as I think of my lovely little family.  And although the words don’t flow very well between stops and starts, and although momentarily I may think I’ve got nothing to say, I could actually in fact go on forever because in truth, I have everything.

And now Hubby is vacuuming up the crumbs.  And whistling.  *sigh*

3 thoughts on “Wow. I got nothing. But I really do have everything.

  1. Yep that’s a typical Family Circus, but in the midst of it all, no matter what, ain’t life grand!!

  2. The Abstract Thinker February 6, 2011 — 5:34 pm

    There’s something romantic about this, and not in the husband/ wife kind of way. Like, reading with a happy sigh about some fairytale princess and prince finally riding off into the sunset. And it’s in the midst of something so mundane! Haha… I read your everyday-life with bated breath.

    1. Aww hahaha! I’m so blessed in my every day life…when things are crazy, when things are quiet, even when things are hard. A happy sigh…most definitely!

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