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A photo I took at Antietam Battlefield

Outside my window . . . .

It is a beautiful sunny day! It is windy and cold too, but the colors outside my window just cannot be beat.

I plan to . . . 


Well, I HAD planned to go to mass today.  But after dropping the boys off at their tutorial and then coming home to get Thomas dressed for mass (he is the only one that I cannot seem to get out of his pajamas in time), I could not find a pair of shoes for him!  I found three of his shoes. Three different shoes and I was fully prepared to take him to mass with two different shoes on (all pride is gone), but there was only one problem. Every single shoe I found was for the right foot!! So, somewhere in our house, or in one of the vans, are three left shoes.  Pray I find them otherwise he will have to start wearing his sister's shoes!


I am thinking . . . .

Too much really.  I am thinking about one of my sons who struggles with school.  He is the sweetest boy ever and it breaks my heart that, when it comes to school, not much of it comes easy to him.  Over the next few months, we will have to make some decisions about whether it is best for him to stay at the tutorial he attends or whether we should bring him back home for straight homeschooling next year.  It would break his heart to come back home, as he is my social bug and he would miss the interaction with the other kids at the tutorial.

Facebook . . .  I gave it up as a fast right before the election. I got back on after the election and I have realized something.  I think it is toxic in so many ways. The political posts that are flying back and forth on both sides is stressful in many ways and is chatter that I do not need to see.  I miss the days when most of what you saw on Facebook was simple pictures of friends' kids.  Instead, it seems to have become a place where people sound off and are angry.  The only thing that has brought some levity to FB seems to be the Biden Memes.  I do not care who you voted for in the election . . . . those memes are funny! But, when all is said and done, I think it is time for me to step away from the crazy that is FB. 


About Balance . .. . A friend once wrote on Facebook that balance is like a unicorn . . . you always search for it, but never quite find it.  I think she is right.  A few years ago, I would have laughed at that statement and said that balance was pretty simple . . . it just takes a lot of discipline.  But, that was long before I had three kids under 3; all three still fairly new to this "living in a family with boundaries" thing.  Now, no matter how hard I try, prayer times are squeezed in, runs are often left unrun, and dinner, well let's just say that I am so grateful for my Instapot, because we would be eating out more than our budget would allow! 

                 All of that is to say that I am working on learning to extend myself and our whole family a lot of grace.   I truly believed that I should have had it all together already; Hope should be sleeping through the night; I should be back to my pre-pregnancy weight and in good shape; I should be able to be on top of all the boys' school work and everything else, and, of course, our house should be clean . . . but none of those are a reality right now.  And I think that was all a part of God's plan in this.  I am over 40 years old and I am finally learning to extend myself some grace . . ..

 I am listening to . . . 

Thomas playing on his LeapFrog alphabet computer.


I was hoping to be listening to Michael Corsini's debut CD "All Things Hoped For."  It is an CD for Advent and the song that I heard as a preview was BEAUTIFUL.  The CD comes out digitally today!  I am hoping to have a full review and giveaway of a CD when the CDs are available for sale in two weeks.  

I am making . . . 




I am planning on making more bracelets that will be in the "Let Us Begin" fundraiser shop.  I have some St. Andrew Novena bracelets that will be added.  I am in love with Swarovski Crystal Pearl Beads right now and cannot wait to get a spare moment to make some more bracelets with those too. Making bracelets is very therapeutic and a great stress reliever for me.  15% of the sale of the bracelets will be donated Little Flower Projects.

Speaking of . ..

I have a shirt sale going on as a fundraiser for Little Flower Projects.  It features one of my favorite quotes from Mother Teresa.  If I get some time, I plan to write a post about my thoughts on Moher Teresa and this quote.  But, for this moment, the shirts will be on sale (pre-order) until November 30 here.  100% of the proceeds of the shirts go to Little Flower Projects.


From the school room . . .

The boys are at their tutorial today.  I am thankful that we only have one more day of school before Thanksgiving.  I am looking forward to the break!

I am praying. . . .

For my sister in love who is battling cancer and will start chemo soon.

For a friend's son who just graduated from Coast Guard boot camp and will be headed to his first assignment after Thanksgiving.

For our nation.

For all orphans.



Have a great week all!




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