it's monday, and...

It's back to "normal" here at the Hammel home...

Normal for the most part... I am home this week as Jason works on the town house - he's doing drywall and hopefully painting ceilings. There's not much for me to do. I am enjoying doing mostly nothing, actually.

Up with Dakota at 6:30am (or before, to the pouring rain) ready for school, unpacked the Carnival-Cruise-ness from his backpack and reclaimed it with ALL his textbooks and new school supplies for what will be his last few weeks at this school...

The littlest ones slept through till 7:30ish. Shiloh was in a good mood. Ready and willing for breakfast, a bath, and for preschool this morning...

She wore her froggy raincoat today, and put it on twenty minutes before we left...

Noah and I braved the pouring rain and got Dakota's agenda dropped off (forgot to pack that I guess). I got all my packages shipped from Etsy sales in the last week, too. All of this before 10am..

Can I just say I am just loving this rainy, dreary, cold day? It's the Scot in me, I know.

And what have I done since I got home to this messy house?

Nothing, except take pictures of myself.

I'm trying to get some decent, recent ones as I'm sponsoring a couple ladies big time this month and need to change things up a little. Trying to reflect ME more, and not embellish myself anymore than with a little make-up.

Thinking that the more caught up I get in trying to just follow or be followed for the sake of following may or may not be worth my energy... I would rather have loyal readers who I can really connect with, than ten gazillion followers who never read my blog.

I am recognizing pride within myself. Recognizing it and doing something about it (choosing humility) are two different things. Working on getting to the latter part which means keeping my mouth shut... going forward for prayer a million times until the call for me to come up for ministry really truly doesn't apply to me. Choosing not to explain everything to everyone when I feel the compulsion to... because as long as I am walking with my Maker and staying close to him it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. After all, he withstood endless accusations before his own people and never said a word. He was silent.

I want to be a better Mom. Less TV, less internet, more quality time.

I don't want to go into the garage and do laundry. Jason threw a bunch of dirty clothes on the floor and I am sure there is a wolf spider waiting underneath them to greet me and make me pee my pants.

And that's all for now.