Surviving On Jesus and Dry Shampoo

Sometimes you know it is just gonna be one of those days.

It is the end of March, so the weather is very unpredictable. Today it is rainy and dreary. That doesn’t help my motivation level. If anything it makes me want to take a nap.

It has been a busy day already, my energy is fading fast and I didn’t have a lot to start with.

I still have a list of things that need to be done today.

It’s gonna be one of those days.

You know. Those days. The days when you feel like you have to drag yourself through the day. The days that you feel like you are just surviving. Yeah, that kind.

I started the morning out pretty well. I was up on time, but moving slower than usual. I took a little extra time drinking my coffee in hopes that it would kick in sooner than later. The kids got up and ready better than they usually do and they were ready to walk out the door on time.

Yes I said they were.

It actually was me that wasn’t ready today.

They were ready and I was still drinking my coffee waiting for it to kick in. So when it finally registered in my brain that it was time to leave, and I wasn’t ready, I was in a little bit of a panic. I hadn’t even gotten my shower yet! How did I lose track of time like this?

Dry shampoo to the rescue!

A few sprays. Run a brush trough my hair and I am ready to face the world.

Out the door we go.

In the car and on our way.

Every morning on the way to school the kids and I pray in the car and this has been such a blessing to me.

Especially on days like today.

We take turns praying. Thanking God for all He has given us as we know all good things come from Him. Asking for healing, safety and protection for others and asking for His blessings and guidance as we face our day. This has really given me an insight on what is on my children’s hearts and minds. It helps us all start the day out right.

On days like this that is what helps me make it through the day.

Coffee, Dry shampoo and Jesus

Days like this really aren’t bad days. I am very grateful for my health, my family and all of the many blessings I have. Some days I just feel like I’m surviving instead of thriving.

I am still waiting for the coffee to kick in but as I drag my sleepy self through this day I will just be thankful to be able to do it.

I am not super woman. I will have days like this, and that is okay.

Oh, and we did make it to school on time 🙂

Somedays Running Late Is The Only Exercise I Get

According to my husband- if you aren’t early, then you are late.

Well then-I AM ALWAYS LATE.

He also says that I will be late for my own funeral. I’m not sure if that is possible, but if it is possible, he is probably right (he usually is).

Somedays (more like most days) running late is the only exercise I get. Yes, I am usually late. Is that a bad thing? Some would say it is. But I will tell you that I don’t do it intentionally. I don’t do it to be rude or disrespectful.

It is just part of who I am.

Perfectly Imperfect.

And I’m okay with that.

Maybe I should explain this a little better.

I am an eternal optimist.

I believe most people are good. I forgive people who I know don’t deserve it. I see beauty where others don’t. I can’t go past a baby, a puppy or a flower with out noticing and more than likely talking to it.

The Oxford Dictionary defines an optimist as follows:

Optimist

NOUN

Definition-a person who tends to be hopeful and confident about the future or the success of something.

Philosophy-a person who believes that this world is the best of all possible worlds or that good must ultimately prevail over evil.

So I guess you could say that my cup isn’t half empty.

It is overflowing (with sweet tea of course)!

But it also means that in my happy-go-lucky mind that I always have plenty of time. I have time to read one more chapter, I have time to get one more thing checked off of my list before I leave the house. I have time to stop and smell the roses. Although I really don’t have that time, I will be late. And I usually am.

I apologize if my tardiness has ever effected you or your plans. And, I apologize in advance because if I am part of your plans, it probably will. I hope that you understand why now.

I am an eternal optimist.

And I won’t apologize for that.

This morning as I was thinking about this (as I was running late getting my kids to school… again) I realized that today is the first day of spring. That made me think of a quote I had read about optimism.

“An optimist is the human personification of spring”-Susan J. Bissonette

How perfect is that quote for today?!

So go out and enjoy this first day of spring, even if it is raining there as it is here.

After all, rain is just liquid sunshine!

And remember, if I’m supposed to meet you, I will be there…. eventually.

I just stopped to smell the roses.

Ain’t nobody got time for that!

I have always wanted to start a blog. It is one of those things that I have never gotten to cross off of my list.

Until now.

I am a farm wife, a mama, a daughter, a sister and a friend. Blogger was not a title that I had time to add.I have children to care for and a farm to run. That is a lot of mouths to feed! I have a home to run and keep clean. I have errands to run and calls to make.

Start a blog???

Ain’t nobody got time for that!

The to do list never ends!

Until it has to.

About a month ago I had to have a fairly major surgery. So no heavy lifting or exerting myself for 6-8 weeks. So what does that mean for someone who isn’t used to stopping? Who is usually the one to take care of everyone and everything.

It is hard to accept.

To sit and watch what you normally do (your way) being done by someone else is hard to deal with. It is hard to accept help when you are the one usually helping. That being said, I am very grateful for all of the help that we have received. Our farm and home couldn’t have kept running without the help of our amazing family. The meals that they provided, the help on the farm and the help running the kids kept everything running like a well oiled machine. And I am very grateful.

But, that left a lot of time on my hands.

Time that I have had to slow down and reflect on my many blessings.

Time to think.

Time to rest.

Time to heal.

Time to start a blog.

So please follow me on this journey as I share how I simply live as a perfectly imperfect farm wife.

To learn more please visit the Introduction and About Me pages.

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