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The Simple Woman's Daybook -January 4, 2009


From the Simple Woman's Daybook . . .

Outside my window...
It is overcast and dreary outside. It feels colder than it really is just because it looks so depressing outside!

I am thinking...
That it is nice to get back into a routine again. School has started. Hubby is back to work. Kids are on their normal nap schedules.

I am thankful for...
God teaching me to relax a bit. For several months now, I have said to myself "once A starts sleeping through the night I will . . .(exercise, sleep, clean this or that, read more, etc) " Well, God has been showing me that it is OK that A is not sleeping through the night. I have had a hard time adjusting to three kids (I know those of you out there with many more than three are probably laughing at me right now). But I realized in the last week it is because I keep on wanting A to fit into our lives in a specific way. I wanted HIM to adjust to what I expected him to be. He is so different from my others. He wakes up a lot at night, nurses all the time, and is really not happy unless he is near me. Now, I am learning to adjust my expectations of Andrew and myself.

From the learning room . . .
Today was the first day back to school. It started off a bit rough, but turned out to be a good day of learning. I am glad to be doing school again.


From the kitchen...
We are having steak (that I got on a super sale), baked potatoes, steamed beets, and salad

I am wearing...
A steel blue waffle shirt with a white baby doll short sleeved shirt over it and Navy Blue yoga pants

I am creating...
A knit scarf . . . my mom taught me how to knit at Thanksgiving and I am still plugging a way on the same scarf. I only knit a few rows a day . . . hopefully I will have it done before winter is over!

I am going...
To enjoy the rest of my day :)

I am reading...
Mothering Magazine

I am hoping...
To get into a good workout routine by the end of the week.

I am hearing...
A making noises . . . he just woke up.

Around the house...
A just woke up. K is asleep and J is watching a video about dinosaurs.

One of my favorite things...
A nice cup of hot tea in the middle of the day.

A few plans for the rest of the week:
Setting up the weight bench. A trip to the library. Finishing final grades for St Peter's. Doing more research for my new blog idea . . . I am realizing that I need to be more realistic . . . I will probably begin in it in March or April.

Here is picture thought I am sharing...
No picture this week . . . I have not had time to think of something to share for the week.

Comments

  1. Adjusting to three kids was by far the most difficult for me, too. I've actually heard that one from several other moms with larger families. Hang in there, you are a wonderful mom and the boys are terrific! One day they will all be such big helps to you and you'll wonder how in the world you ever got along without them.

    Blessings!

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  2. STEAK on super sale...I missed the phone call!!!

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