As usual, I'm as behind on regular blogging as I am on laundry. This time, though, I have a great excuse. We were out of town for several days, visiting Fred's extended family in North Central Arkansas and Missouri. Great mini trip! Sometimes the short trips are the best; Just when you start missing home, you're headed right back there. :)
After unpacking the van, washing the mountain of clothes, and catching up on other miscellaneous chores, the Painting Bug came out of no where and bit me.
And so, I painted. And painted. And painted some more.
First, a mural on Oldest Boy's wall. It was actually started over 6 months ago, but winter sapped my motivation. I'm waiting until I can get to the store and buy a bright orange to finished it up, and then I'll post pics.
(I'm a messy painter!!)
Because I NEEDED to paint, and couldn't finish the first mural, I started on a second one, in the bathroom:
More paint, more paint, some finger swirling, paint mixing fun...
While at the creek yesterday, when I got worn out catching polywogs with the kids, I found some extra art pens in my backpack. Yay! So I drew tiny homes on tiny rocks. (Naturally, what anyone would do, when you find yourself with art pens but not paper.)
We brought home a baggie of river rocks and sharpied them today. :D
We had one of those rough mornings that happen occasionally.
A certain child, who shall remain unnamed, was bound and determined to crack me.
But I prevailed. And he had a nap. ;)
I've realized it's often the little things that I let affect me the most. When my husband was without a job, I was hopeful. When the kids were littler, and one went through ear infection after ear infection, surgery, speech therapy....I was hopeful. I believed he would get better. And he did.
But when a child is having a meltdown day...or when I'm stuck in traffic and running late to an important appointment... those are the times when I am more likely to forget my joy.
As a reminder ( at least until it rains) I wrote out a little note for my driveway:
May we all remember that Joy is portable! Happiness is a choice. Circumstances (big OR small) don't need to set the mood.
Maybe Abraham Lincoln said it best, "Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."Amen, dude. Amen.