I like to write a pretty story of sunshiny afternoons and sweet smelling daughters who dance gracefully through each day. I like to write of precious family times and post beautiful pictures of our beautiful life. Because we do have a beautiful life!
But sometimes it just isn't.
Sometimes the septic system gets clogged thanks to a pencil being dropped down a pipe and um, you know, um water gets all over the laundry room floor. Where there are piles of sorted laundry that should have gotten washed that day but didn't.
Sometimes, maybe even like the very next morning, the youngest daughter stuffs all of the toilet paper left on the roll in to the toilet. And once more the water flows. This time it is upstairs. And you feel like there is nasty water everywhere and you are doomed to never feeling clean again!
Sometimes that was the last roll of toilet paper in the house.
Sometimes people say things that unwittingly make us feel awkward. And then we have to decide what to do with it. Which makes us feel more awkward.
Sometimes little girls run around with messy hair all day long. And have to be reminded not to sniff about 362 times per day.
Sometimes the mother (you know, that pillar of strength in the home) crashes and burns with really terrible back issues. Sometimes she barely gets up all week. And the children need to do everything. And it is not a complete disaster because they have needed to do this before. Which makes the mother feel guilty and proud of them all at the same time.
Which brings us right back to the beautiful. Because we are still here. We are still together.
God is still good.
I’m Waiting Day 8 Dec. 8 – Caitlyn
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