Morning Mayhem

Good Morning, friend...

In the spirit of my desire to keep this blog 'real', I am going to give any of you who are silly enough to want a peek, a view into my Monday morning.

Perhaps, just perhaps, it will cause you to view yours as levels more peaceful than you did before visiting my blog. Or perhaps you'll think 'that's nothing----you should have seen MY morning".

Whatever the case may be, thank you for dropping by the Coffee Cottage this morning.

There is a cool, damp steady rain beating softly on our tin roof, children running wild and yet I find my mind turning over little nuggets of Truth that I feel God is whispering to me in the midst of this chaos {and I didn't even open my Bible this morning! Imagine that! He takes care of His own right where they are at}. More on my thoughts later--whenever it is they come together for me, and I have the space to type them out.

A Pictorial Journal (with a few captions) of my

Monday Morning Mayhem

Tackiness reigns supreme!

They sniffed out a tacky 'wall art' decoration I bought & stashed for their 'birthday week' (which is mid-summer for the eldest 2), opened it, brought it to me, and begged me to hang them up (Diego & Tico are gracing the kitchen doorway).

It's a rainy Monday morning, I'm fresh out of crafty ideas (ok, not 'fresh', it's been WEEKS)...

so why the heck not????

Beyond the curtain.

(calling all sofa cushions, random quilts/blankets and table leaves!HELP!)

Perfectly coordinated

My sweet little men, tucked away to safety in their vintage 'play pen'

(why, oh, why did they stop manufacturing these?!?!! I am so grateful to have 'older' friends who still have these in their attics!)

The maid/nanny/butler/cook/laundress/nurse/hesitant referee.

{poorly wearing her Wal-Mart clearance shorts that should only be worn by a 14 year old girl. as pajamas}.

Treasures in the Trash.

Yes. That is what you think it is. And mere seconds before, as I turned the corner, I saw it coming out of her MOUTH. Grosser than gross. I nearly gagged for her. Note to self: include tampon casing IN with all other 'undesirables' in toilet paper wad. This would also reveal the reason I've been such an ' i t c h' (pick a random letter, any letter, to start that word with and it will fit) this week.

"Mommy, she's trying to wiping my heiney!!!!"

Sometimes being a 'helper' is not a good thing. And sometimes, it's hard to understand just exactly how a headband works.

* I am half-heartedly potty training. If she asks, I'll sit her on. For the record, the little one was quickly whisked away and the elder given proper privacy.

There it is.

It is what it is.

And you know what I just realized? It's Tuesday. Not Monday.

Are we in May????? Who's President???

Here's to you, my fellow women who are knee-deep in the thankless dailyness of keeping a home humming. I raise my mug of cold coffee to you!

Blessings....

J.