04 Aug

Longer Days & Shorter Nights

I try to avoid posting while working but I had to get this off my chest. I had a customer looking to buy a bed. That always makes me happy so of course I am pleased. Then she emailed to say she’ll buy it if I could give her a discount. We have some discounts floating around some sites so I give her a code. Doesn’t she call me back to ask for free delivery because other companies offer that too? About now I was ready to offer her the bed for free and ask the delivery man to smash her head with it once he got there.

The flip side is though if you don’t ask you wont get. And that’s what the bible says, ask and you will receive. So irritated as I am I do admire this lady who couldn’t care less that she might have come across as cheap, and why should she? It’s not like we know each other or I pay her rent. I’ve taken a leaf from her book today and will be sure to ask for a discount even when one is already being offered. The worst that will happen is an irritated call handler on the other end wishing the delivery man would smash my head.

I’ve been going through a lot of asking today- I haven’t been asking (that much), its the boys. Mom can I have a biscuit? Mom can we watch a movie? Mom where are we going today? Mom where are we going tomorrow?
I know they love me so I’ll ignore warning signs that those boys are out to get me. All my plans to let them stay up as late as possible so they get up late the next morning have backfired on me, big time. They stay up late and wake up early so its truly longer days and shorter nights in our home, bless them.

22 Jul

Quiet Anxiety

That is what I feel presently. The boys broke up from school today. Its six weeks of being at home with them, six. What didn’t help was the way they rushed in expectantly today screaming, “school’s out mum!” They are so excited. The energy in the house has reached a fevered pitch. The holiday has not even started but I have started to panic, big time. How Lord how do I keep 4, no 5 energetic boys occupied and satisfied for six weeks? Their cousin is visiting with us so it is sometimes good, sometimes bad. Good because their eyes are off me some of the time. Bad because I hate noise.
I have laid down ground rule 1. Do not, I repeat do not touch my laptop.
Baby J has learned how to scream. He screams for everything. Today he screamed because he wanted me out of my swivel chair so he could push it to the kitchen. He screamed at the shops because he wanted to push the trolley and he couldn’t reach the handlebar. Then he screamed when I took him into the ladies fitting room to teach him how to scream with his inside voice. I had a pink blouse for decoy. It was a size 10. I was a size 10 a few years ago.
Prayer:
Dear Lord, you know I am not supermum. I need you to draft a watertight plan that will work for all of us, so that at the end of 6 weeks, I’ll still have my sanity and my children would have grown big and strong, more knowledgable of life and more in love with you Jesus, amen.