Peace in the middle of the mess...

There are times that I think I may not be normal. I mean, the way I do things is a bit backwards, confused, mixed-up, what ever other adjective I care to throw out there.

I love to stay up at night and sleep during the day. Hubs has finally given up on me, and said if I want to clean house at night that's fine, just don't bang the dishes. This works unless Gage is home from school and I can't take a nap.

I don't like to clean house. I tend to let it all pile up, then have a mega cleaning day. Drives everyone crazy but me.

I love to babysit. If I could have a house full of other people's kids, I'd be happy. I get to enjoy them, and then they go home to their mommies. It's like playing Grandma!

I don't like to shop. I'd much rather stay at home and enjoy what I have. I get out once a week to go to the grocery and pay bills. However, I do like to travel. My Jason and I used to take a trip every six weeks - that was pre-son years.

I love to cook. Give me pots and pans, spatulas and stirring spoons, and I am very happy. I don't measure many ingredients...just stir it all up until it "feels right."

I don't like to wear shoes. My feet bones hurt, and have for years and years. If I am at home, I am barefoot, and wear clogs or flip-flops whenever possible. I own a pair of athletic shoes, but only wear them when situations demand them.

I like old-fashioned things. Things like glass doorknobs, splatterware, iron skillets, and my finds of an aluminum cake plate, age-old yellow glass canisters, and a butter churn make me happy.

I wear the same style of clothes almost all of the time.  I dress for comfort. Most of my wardrobe consists of black/navy skirts (dark colors are supposed to make one look thin - haha) and a comfy top. I want to look nice, but am through with vanity.

My poor hair. It's at least half gray. It does it's own thing. And, I find myself running so short on time, that I usually let it air dry during the week. I do a side part, twist it up with a hair clamp on the back of my head, grab my glasses and off I go. When I am not trying to read or see where I am going, I shove my glasses onto the top of my head. Weekends, I will pull out the hair dryer and doody myself up a bit more.

I am forgetful - have always been. I have to write things down or I just go on my merry way without a care in the world. Jason and Gage both are good at reminding me...I am afraid it's only going to get worse as I cruise on through my 40s...ha! 

I am comfortable in my own skin nowadays. Yes, there are times that I still get self-conscious. I am too chubby, I am a procrastinator, I am not very good at alot of things.

But, I am going to choose to focus on the things I am good at.
Things like loving my husband and son so much I could pop!
Like enjoying babysitting my nieces and nephews.
Like cooking chicken and dumplings.
Like writing and taking pictures.
Like getting my son to school or at the bus stop on time.
Like being a friend and loving my friends.
Like being thankful for my many blessings and my salvation.
This is what gives me peace in the middle of the mess.

 Isaiah 26:3
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.