What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Base touching

Meet my son. We call him Rocky. The truth is, he got stung by a wasp on his eyelid but we are telling everyone that he won a boxing match. Or that he is half Chinese. Depending upon our mood at the time.

I have a boatload of 'putting up' to do, particularly squash and cukes, but no real time to do it. I love to dehydrate summer squash and zucchini but my trusty and well-used dehydrator kicked the bucket on me. So I have been making zucchini bread for breakfasts and freezing the shredded in 2 cup increments. And we still drown in them. (It is a happy problem, I assure you.)

And as for the cukes, I picked a recipe that takes a LONG time (days) for them to cure. Maybe I will have time for them then? One never knows.

I am sick to death of quilts. I once loved quilts, I want(ed) to be a quilter, I thought they are beautiful. But now I loathe them. Despise them. They are hideous to me.

My computer and my camera is full of quilt pictures and nothing else. I hate that. I love documenting LIFE. Quilts? Not so much. And yet~ 17 more to go.

(and so now you know, tomorrow will bring another Foto Friday DUD for me. ugh)

All this photography stuff has me squirreled away in our bedroom for many hours of the day, leaving the children and Matt to pretty much fend for themselves. I hate that too.

I am right here at home, within shouting distance, and spend most of my working time during rest time or after the children are down for the night but STILL, I feel like I am missing out on so much LIFE. Like I am too far away from my children and missing out on them.

Makes me all the more keenly aware of how blessed I am to be a stay-at-home, homeschooling Mama. I miss them even when they are just in the next room.

And on an aside, let me just say:

I love you Cheerios!


I love the person who invented those hideous, prison-like pens for children. I could sing sonnets about them!

and especially~

I love my Judahbear, no less than an angel, who happily plays in there and never once complains. He has such a contented spirit. He is just the best little guy. EVER.

I wanted to show you garden progress this week and didn't get to it. I have the pictures, just not the time to post them. That's okay. We had plenty of work to do in there (boy is that an understatement) that we were able to do and that, my friends, is the MOST important thing to accomplish, right? Right.

And this little girl has a cough... which may or may not prevent us from going to a church retreat next week which I was looking forward to.

To make a long story short(er)....it has been a long week. And I am just plain TIRED.

Sadly, it doesn't look like it will be slowing down any time soon.
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