Reading, Readers

I've been reading too much lately. I was passed down a Kindle for my birthday, and I've been using it too much. Seriously. I've always been this way. As soon as I become interested in a book, I have an intensely difficult time putting it down. And I get agitated when others (namely, "children") try to pry me away from the story I'm focused on. It's not good. This last book I read needs to really be my last for awhile.

Also, I'm drinking too much coffee. Amos is not happy with me. Reading and coffee must go hand-in-hand. So maybe if I put the "books" away, the coffee consumption will cease as well. Let's hope. Certainly house-sitting a home with a Keurig doesn't help matters.

Oh, the joys of convenience.



Changing subjects, four children is a lot more of a challenge than I imagined. When it was just Elsie and Judah, we did a lot of colouring, finger painting, crafting, reading, etc. When Marlene came along, there was a bit of a decrease. And now with Amos, a steep decline in all things "fun." It seems the day revolves around tasks and just surviving without losing my mind. Not that my children are difficult- they're not. It's all just me, and my mental-ness. I feel as though my mind has issued a road-block and will not allow anything to enter except regular activity (meals, naps, bedtime). It's like I don't have the patience to even get out materials for creativity, except maybe once a month, with much begging. I immediately think of the mess that will be made and it's hard enough struggling to keep the house in some sort of decent order. Now that I've complained for a minute, let me also explain that this is something that I want to change. I need to come to terms with four. With chaos. With mess. With a healthy amount of disorder.

Focus on what really matters-- which does *not* include trying to obtain a dust-free, mess-less home.