May Angel Star

I have been struggling lately.

My emotions an insane rollercoaster.

Each day, hour, minute, second has me on a different section of track.

Climbing.

Falling.

Loop-de-loops.

Eyes shut tight.

Eyes wide open.

Laughing.

Smiling.

Screaming.

Two questions have been asked in love:

Am I fully willing to release my agenda, even if it means the death of a dream, and entrust myself to God’s agenda?

Am I fully willing to entrust myself to Brian and his leadership as God’s representative for my life path?

My sinful need for control wants to completely dismiss these challenges.

I want off this emotional rollercoaster.

But….

My ultimate desire is to take these questions and fully examine my heart and where it lines up with God.

Brokenness always leads me to Christ.

So bring on the pain.

I want to grow in Him.

Alex wakes up a little after 9am.

We rush to the potty, take off his soggy night time dipe and he goes pee with great success.

On goes the underwear, Thomas the train to be exact, though he has never once watched the show. Is that show still on?

About 20 minutes later I ask the big question, “Alex, do you need to go pee pee?”

He answers with a resounding “NO!”

I tell him he should just try.

Off to the potty we run. Shorts and underwear down. Sits on the potty. Pees.

We both exclaim, “Yay, pee pee!”

This is the way it goes all morning and he manages to stay dry!

After lunch he’s playing out in the backyard. He comes to the sliding glass door to let me know he’s wet.

Strip off the wet stuff and get ready for the pool.

We go to the pool.

He goes potty twice there.

He puts on some Finding Nemo underwear when he’s done swimming.

Falls asleep on the way home. Put him in a diaper while he’s still asleep for his nap.

Wakes up, Brian takes him to the potty as I’m at Walmart. Brian calls me to let me know Alex is complaining about having to poop.

He has a pee accident when I get home from Walmart.

Football underwear this time.

Goes pee without issues until bedtime.

Night time diaper on.

*I would never have purposely started potty training Alex as he just turned 2 and the girls didn’t have success until 2.5 to 3yrs. But.. he has been leading the way on this. I’m excited. Praying it goes smoothly and that he’ll start going #2 on the potty too!*

Softball double header in 80+ degrees equals a stinky gross husband!

And he even tried hugging me!

Disgusting…

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Sometimes I wonder if I made the wrong decision.

Why did I want to be a stay at home mom?

I feel like I am trapped in a world where nothing gets done and STAYS done.

Why bother cleaning the kitchen 3 times or more a day.

Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Snacks. Dessert.

Why bother putting toys away when 1.678 seconds later they will be dumped out and strewn about the house AGAIN.

LAUNDRY.

It is all never ending and it never stays complete.

I would love to have a list and be able to check off a task PERMANENTLY.

Happiness. Tears. Joy. Whining. Love. Sadness.

I love my beautiful children.

They are my life.

It’s worth it.

Can I get a maid?