i need to get away for a week’s vacation.
wish i could drive a brand new porsche…

AYEEE, i’m showing my number! I hate it when a song gets stuck in my head. Or a poem, or a kid’s rhyme. My type-A brain just runs it over and over and over and over, well… you get the idea.
Seriously, I am SO looking forward to a week at my parents to relax and ENJOY my offspring. this time is just whizzing by and i feel like i’m missing all the good stuff. actually I am missing all the good stuff. my littles are getting so big & my bigs are so grown up. I can’t stand it and yet, it’s so awesome. my new resolution is to STOP THE MADNESS and enjoy the stillness. Because it could be gone before I even realize it.
So, I’ll try to update this silly blog soon, so my kids won’t need extra therapy sessions when they are older because mom dropped the ball on blaring their lives to the world.

And an update on me…
It’s been a tough month for us. My Aunt Millie passed unexpectedly several weeks ago. Since the INDIVIDUAL that was in the “driver’s seat” at Charles’ school has no life and not one ounce of sense, we were told he could not take off so we could attend the funeral. Uh, he’d be teaching this stupid ass school if he were still a Gunny, so what exactly is it he can’t miss? Then we moved into the house and, as you know, my rings and bracelet were stolen. (the bracelet is a new development. discovered it after they fingerprinted my armoire. UGH.) In the midst of all this, I’m trying to unpack and set up this house with 4 kiddos underfoot all day. Needless to say, my wine consumption has been at alarming levels… Then last weekend, I received a call that my cousin had passed away suddenly, at age 39. Leaving behind the love of his life and 3 children. Talk about a kick in the ass. Still can’t take time off, so we didn’t go.
Well, thursday night was it for me. I finally found out where my jewelry was pawned, when and who did it. I haven’t gotten it back, but I’m praying. Regardless of the outcome… I learned this. (Thank you Lord, for hitting me with the proverbial baseball bat of sense and reason.)
I might think I can control my life, but really God is ultimately in the driver’s seat and he has a purpose for every event.
The event might make you sad, tick you off, confuse the ever loving daylights out of you, make you doubt, BUT if you stop wallowing in self pity and start letting Him lead you, He’ll show you the purpose.
Now, here’s where I get to control my life…
I can listen. Or not.
I choose to listen.
And this is why.
Life is entirely too quick. We never know what is around the corner and how it will change us. Am I sad my rings and bracelet are gone? You bet your bootie. Would I change it? Nope. Why? Because it somehow taught me that I wasn’t paying attention to my life or the amazing people in it. I was mired in my own stresses, my own worries, letting my fears and impulses lead me around by the nose. For the love of Pete (who is Pete, by the way?) I have the MOST amazing husband and 4 beautiful gifts from God. It’s time I learned to live a life of Praise instead of pity. (thank you Beth Moore!)
My rings were the outward symbol of a marriage that has survived some pretty heavy junk. They were beautiful and made me smile.
My kids & Charles are more beautiful.
I’ll celebrate that.
Off to Praise.
with love,
the clan mac mama