This weekend I was in Chicago for a work conference, and left my loving hubby home with the rugrats. When I got home, the laundry was up to the ceiling. (Dear hubby has the hang of stuffing the washer and dryer, but has yet to figure out that there is no Clean Laundry Fairy to fold, sort, and put away the dried clothes.) Dirty dishes on every gritty countertop. Dog dishes were empty.
But then, poor dear had had a busy weekend. Both kids had cherubic (albeit schmutzy) smiles, and he looked as though he had not slept in the last 48 hours. So I just smiled and gave him a hug.
It's a good thing I don't go away more often.
H.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Living Easter
Not bad... Only took me into the second week of Easter before my blog caught up!
This Easter is especially poignant with the passing of our dear Holy Father. I've already spilled enough virtual ink on that subject, so I'll spare you a recap here. (If you haven't read the reflection, and would like to, go to my saintscholasticasociety blog.)
No, today is about the little monsters. We took them to Walt Disney World this year, for what I had hoped would be our first "real" family vacation after the adoption was finalized. Unfortunately, the state did not cooperate... They are still dragging their feet on the paperwork. We took the vacation anyway, and tried to ignore the fact that it rained buckets two out of the three days we visited the Mouse.
Of course, rain isn't a bad thing, not at WDW. If you go prepared, it means shorter lines and less waiting. Just bring your poncho, grab a cup of hot chocolate or a pretzel, and do a little people watching -- or keep going (lots of the rides have covered waiting queues). Oh, and be sure to have a complete change of clothes waiting for you in your backpack, locker, or car. Have fun!
In life (as at WDW), much of your experience is about attitude. It's choosing to find joy, instead of dwelling on the rainy bits. It's like the old hymn says...
This Easter is especially poignant with the passing of our dear Holy Father. I've already spilled enough virtual ink on that subject, so I'll spare you a recap here. (If you haven't read the reflection, and would like to, go to my saintscholasticasociety blog.)
No, today is about the little monsters. We took them to Walt Disney World this year, for what I had hoped would be our first "real" family vacation after the adoption was finalized. Unfortunately, the state did not cooperate... They are still dragging their feet on the paperwork. We took the vacation anyway, and tried to ignore the fact that it rained buckets two out of the three days we visited the Mouse.
Of course, rain isn't a bad thing, not at WDW. If you go prepared, it means shorter lines and less waiting. Just bring your poncho, grab a cup of hot chocolate or a pretzel, and do a little people watching -- or keep going (lots of the rides have covered waiting queues). Oh, and be sure to have a complete change of clothes waiting for you in your backpack, locker, or car. Have fun!
In life (as at WDW), much of your experience is about attitude. It's choosing to find joy, instead of dwelling on the rainy bits. It's like the old hymn says...
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow
Because He lives, all fear is gone
Because I know He holds the future
And life is worth the living, just because He lives.
For us Mommy Monsters, there is a second verse.
Because He lives, I can bear the whining
Because He lives, I'll ignore the mess
Because I know, yes I know, life passes quickly
The kids will soon be gone, so I can get some rest.
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