Sunday

I attempted to be mentally prepared for the worst and I hoped for the best.  It may sound dramatic and perhaps it is but Sunday mornings can be nuts.  If i was going to be physically prepared to bring an 2, 4, 6, 8 year old to church this morning I would have had to … Continue reading Sunday

Buttered bread

"I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT WHERE MY BREAD GETS BUTTERED..." "I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT WHERE MY BREAD GETS BUTTERED..." "I WILL NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT WHERE MY BREAD GETS BUTTERED..." This is the phrase I repeat to myself from April till October. Spring brings the reminder on strong that my husband is not my everything. … Continue reading Buttered bread