Getting to Friday is a Finer Thing

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Does it ever feel like just getting to Friday is a finer thing?

We started this week with a (literal) bang. Massive storms took out tons of trees all over Chattanooga. The 15-minute torrential downpour scared the beejeebies out of Libbie and stole our power away for 24 hours. While I enjoyed the excuse to go visit friends, it’s amazing how “off-track” one can feel just living without cooking, a dishwasher, or laundry for a day!

Tuesday morning Libbie and I took David to the doctor for his 2-month check-up. Our chunky boy is 12 pounds, 11 ounces at 10 weeks. Before the appointment I had taken them to Dunkin Donuts because we had no power and it was chilly in our house. Well, the donut man didn’t have any power either. They had no donuts and no bagels. But they did have coffee, glory hallelujah. And biscuits.

 gratuitous adorable baby picture

So we went to the doctor with Libbie carrying her biscuit in a Dunkin Donuts bag. It made me feel like a really bad mom. I promise, she doesn’t eat donuts all the time. (My precious nurse there, Peaches, said girl needs to eat and let her eat whatever she will. I love that lady.)

I feel like today was spent in a battle of wills with two children and found me in a puddle of tears about 4 p.m.

There is more to that story, of course … but for now, let’s just say it feels like it’s been a very long week.

And it’s hard not to stay up late when that is the only time I have to myself, ever. So here it is 10:47 p.m., and I know I should have been asleep an hour ago. I’m thinking half of today’s mental breakdown was brought on by the fact that I got very little sleep last night. So what am I doing awake?

Good night, friends. Fridays are a finer thing indeed. We’re looking forward to a fun weekend with the in-laws and some beautiful weather.

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Sitting Still Can Be a Finer Thing

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If there is one thing to both love and hate about breastfeeding, it is being forced to stay still.

When your babe is still eating every two to three hours (or in David’s case, every one to two!!), Momma does a lot of sitting around.

While I’ve become quite adept at nursing in front of the computer, sometimes I just need to soak in his sweet scent and smell his head and watch his little eyes as he savors every last drop of milk. Sometimes I just need to remove myself from the glare of the computer screen and I try to read a book, propped up behind the baby’s head on my Boppy.

Sometimes (oftentimes) I use the sitting time to watch backed-up DVRed shows … if Libbie is asleep. But I’ve found the best use of one of those times of sitting or laying down is spending time reading the Word.

Near the beginning of the month, I read about this “Bible reading plan for slackers and shirkers” on (in)courage. Since then, I’ve been able to check off a box most days. If I’m on the computer, I can read a few chapters on Bible Gateway while I nurse. But my favorite new method of quiet time is to read the chapters for the day aloud to myself and David while he merrily sucks away.

So much more sinks in when it is read aloud, whether we’re talking Wordsworth or Dr. Seuss or the Holy Word. It is a beautiful, sacred time for me and my child; and I love that even in his infancy he is hearing truth.

Today, we read and he ate, and I journaled prayers awkwardly while he slept in my arms. It was the sweetest quiet time I think I have ever had.

It’s true what Molly Piper wrote at (in)courage, that “the hardest thing to do is open your Bible.” I am highly distracted, sleep deprived, and have a to-do list a mile long that rarely gets a check mark. Thus I am thankful for my little nursling and the interesting ways God forces us to rest when we need it most. Having a quiet time with my baby is a divine finer thing.

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