Free at last... PTL free at last!!!

I'll keep it short but just wanted to shout out that GUESS WHAT.... between Jeremy and I we only vacuumed three times last week! Yes you are reading correctly!! Only three times!!! Can I get an Amen... we're free!!! That being said, I love my new carpet! No foot prints. No overwhelming OCD need to erase where the family has walked during the day. Our favorite piece of equipment friend, Dyson, is resting quietly in his little closet. Things are a bit more carefree in the Stafford House :)))

Work in progress

Ok, pride comes before the fall, right! Well I have been very proud of some recent flexibility, no I do not mean I can do the splits, but more like, "Yes honey if that's easiest, by all means, let's just take care of that way." Smooth huh! I know you're thinking... did Jenny say that?!?!?! Jenny flexible?? Like oil and water huh! But it's happened! And I have been proud of myself...enter FALL.
If you're reading this then you probably already know that our circus has to have things in "order". We are not the type of people who can just "deal" with "stuff" everywhere. We have a place for everything. Keys, shoes, purse, backpack... for crying out loud I had to dry off with a t-shirt because I couldn't find a clean towel. OM... I really just posted that! :{. It's the truth.
We have been thinking this entire week that the first half of the remodel would be completed by the end of next week... WRONG! It's going to be extended just by one week, but still, it's a L O N G week. FALL. Flat on our faces. LOL... I know it's going to be ok and it's how we handle these tiny little hurdles. So we're going to get up from the floor, dust ourselves off and be crazy for another week! And hopefully choose to smile about it, because hey, it's about the journey right!

Long time no post

Wow it's been a few weeks since I posted. No big happenings in the Circus. Oh wait, Jeremy did take it to the face from a skeet-thrower... now that was interesting! LOL. Oh don't worry and think I'm heartless.... he's fine! Sore. But fine. Did I mention to the face?!?! Skeet-thrower? Cocked. Face. Jaw. Ok moving on...
We've been hooked up! Ball practices,dance,church and we've had our moments with one or more viro "bugs" chasing everyone down. Which brings us to Spring Break - - WHOOO HOOO - - is here and couldn't be happier; no I'm not off work all week, but off the "schedule" and IT'S GREAT! Don't get me wrong, my kids are great on a schedule and really stick to it. But still, just the rat race of getting everyone everywhere can really wear a family down.
Oh the remodel you may ask... well it's moving along... at a snail's pace, but none the less moving. Not for lack of effort, more lack of time. We are currently at the point of sheet rock. At 1 a.m. this morning my "Holmes" decided he would give it a rest and come to bed. I'm not a night person and husband/wife remodel team after 11 p.m. is NOT pretty!!! I traded my hammer for my pillow! Great trade I might add! It is my personal opinion the den is the worst part. Well, if you have ever added onto a house with an existing area, you understand! And have you ever noticed, no one calls you during a remodel... I think they're worried you'll ask for their help!! LMBO! They just honk and drive on by! :)

Bring on the white trash BABY!

Last week, I get a text from Jeremy that says... this p.m. when you get home, the house will look like white trash lives there. And my response was WHOOOHOOOO. It all translated to the "project" will begin! So, that was last week. All moved along pretty smoothly and then, life struck! Project stopped. As easily as it started, it stopped. Jeremy told me that I should complain to my contractor! Not a bad idea, but he has such selective hearing! I'm not sure that spring time was the best time to being a project. All sounds good on paper, but rain, ball practices, dance, church, work, and repeat again, all seems to take it's toll on the project. A week later, we can qualify for "white trash" yard of the year!

Random.

Last night our Wednesday lesson was "what is something you couldn't live without or what would be the first thing you would grab on your way out of the door if your house was on fire!" Most of the kids said their Bibles. That got this ole'mind to thinking. In our household, our Bibles are located all together and for easy access. But would that be the first thing I grabbed going out the door. Let's be honest, no. Because how many times I walk by all the collection of Bibles my family has and just keep walking. I have no doubt that my family is no different than others. We have black ones, small ones, orange one, pink one, large blue one, many different versions, one for ladies, one for men, just a big variety of Bibles. When I walk by, I'm too busy. I've got laundry. Supper to fix. Vacuum (oh I think I could put down my Dyson for the third time during a day). Watching Greys. Plucking some weird hair that has popped out on my face. Kids to tend to. Husband to correct (yes... LOL... you know as well as I do, us ladies always have to correct whether we're right or not) You name it, most of the time, I just keep walking by for whatever reason. Now, yes, I do love me some Beth Moore Bible Study and I use a couple of my Bibles for that, and I do prepare on Wednesday evenings and Sunday morning lessons, but just to pick up and get an answer that I need for the day... hardly ever. The easy access part... now what I mean is when we are darting out the door to church... we grab a Bible or two because of the easy access. Most of the adults I know would grab pictures because we consider the pictures irreplaceable. Just thinking how more improved my life might be if I considered less clutter irreplaceable and focused other important things.

For my husband...

Craziness

Wow what is up? That is what I keep thinking to myself. One day I woke up and realized that my body just isn't what it used to be. I know, where I have I been right! I've been tricked! I believed the 30's were being pretty kind to me, but 33 seems to have a different lesson. My body is rejecting 33. Scares me about 34. And can someone tell me where all this facial hair comes from... one day my lips are chapped, the next day, they're protected and not by good ole' Burt's Bees, but more like a beehive of hair! And geez, don't even get me started on the single wire surprise hair that jumps from the bridge of my nose! And the hormones... MERCY! You would think that a body that has been through three pregnancies would be given a reprieve!?!?!? But no! This morning, really, I thought I had peed my pants! YES PEOPLE I'M BLOGGING THIS! It wasn't urine. It was sweat! Now, any rational female would think to herself... oh yay, I didn't pee on myself in the middle of the night, BUT today, nothing rational is within me. I was more disturbed that it was sweat!! Night Sweats... urrrr! And my poor husband - I won't begin to get into what a crown he will receive one day for putting up with this rollercoaster. I was trying to correct my kids this morning and I'm pretty positive that my voice went from mom to E.V.I.L. At least that message was written across their sweet innocent victim-like faces! They scattered to the car in fear! In fear!
Oh how I hope this ends soon. My friends that are older and wiser than I, say oh yes you will survive and it will be ok. My younger friends... they just think... we'll that it's craziness!