sometimes i remember that i'm thirty.

this is one of those weeks that it takes everything i have to be very intentional about

my day.  making sure i balance the work with the play.  extra errands.  a broken dishwasher.

man, did i underestimate the time a dishwasher saves me.  

a husband working a little more than usual.  time out with friends.

the ability to still serve when a need comes up.  time to sit on the floor & string laces through

holes punched on the outline of an animal.

honestly, it is weeks like this that  i want to bury my face in my pillow and

sleep all day.

i want everything done, but i can't believe that it is me that is supposed to do it.

i'm a procrastinator by nature.  i think i'm probably sloppy by nature.  

and a lot of times, i'd love someone else to do the hard work for me.

but, i'm a grown up.  

[seriously, i still wonder sometimes, when did we grow up?!]

and although i still love a good cheer of encouragement from my type A husband, 

[who i'm so glad God gave me]

i'm doing it. i'm being a grown up.

i mean...

sometimes i let my kids eat ice cream for dinner,

jump on beds during the day,

they carry around plastic bottles of lemon juice just because [like below] 

and

at the end of the night i wad up a whole fruit roll-up and stick it in my mouth,

but

i'm proud & excited about a lot this week.  

i kinda like this grown up deal.