It Could Be Worse

Ever have a do over day? A day where you thought, "Okay, this is not working for me. We need to rewind the footage and start this puppy over and MAYBE things will turn out better."

Ever had a "never want to relive this day again day?" A day where the very thought of a "do-over" sends chills of dread and sweat trickling down your face? Well, bruthas and sistas, today was one of those days.

As I took my troubles to the Lord, I began to realize my God was bigger, stronger, and more powerful than the obstacles facing me. I focused on the promise and not the problem, and I really struggled with this at first...

And God answered prayers. He came through. He made a way where there seemed to be NO WAY.

And now, I think, well...it could have been worse...

I could've been this fella

getting an exam from this girl...

and receiving a shot..in the gut..

*sigh* 

It's Night O'Clock!

I'm a little persnickety when it comes to bedtimes around here. We folks here at the Chambers' household believe in  REST.

And especially when it comes to the little person that lives here. She goes to bed at straight up 8 o'clock if not earlier.

I am OCD about getting her to bed because a rested child is a happy child, and a rested mommy, is a happy mommy, and a rested husband is a rarity.

So...on those occasions when bedtime is delayed, I fight feelings of irritation and find myself hollering, "Syd! It's nearly nine o'clock...you have GOT to go to BED!"

So, this evening, as I was cajoling Syd towards the bedroom, she stopped, looked at me and said, "Mommy, I know...it's night o'clock. I gotta go to bed."

Yes, dear. It is night o'clock and we ALL need to go to bed.

Words with Nerds

I haven't blogged in so long I am plumb embarrassed.

So, in the spirit of the "blame game," I must tell you that my blog negligence all started with what seemed to be nothing, but it turned into a BIG something.

I FINALLY joined the masses and upgraded to a smart phone in September and what to my wondering eyes did appear but a whole new fantasy land of time wasting games, apps, and smart phone gotta haves.

So, in all the spare time that I USED to blog, I am being a word nerd, or blowing up defenseless pigs, or trying to sink peoples' ships, or checking ever-present email, facebook, and pinterest pins.

For that, I am ashamed, deeply apologetic, and downright abashed.

But, it all stops here. I have too many things I want to remember that I gotta get on this blog for posterity's sake!

I need to remind myself of:

the way Sydney says, "Oh, mama, you silly goofball!"

and the way she prays, "Dear Jesus, I love you, be my friend, live in my heart, help me to listen and obey and stop cryin all the time, and I want to live for you always..."

 the fantastic Christmas we had with Uncle Rick,

the night classes Chris is taking so he can advance his therapy degree,

and the way Syd says, "Mommy! Clause it! Clause it! I gotta go to potty" as she is watching cartoons...

and the feelings of hopefulness that are flooding my soul right now because I KNOW God has heard my heartfelt prayer for another child even though it has not happened yet...

how Syd turns 3 in Febuary. How did that happen? She was just an infant that I held in my arms a few minutes ago. My baby is growing up.

and that she is 99.9% potty trained, which is a HUGE blessing and took a whole lot longer than I expected.

And now, a completely random photo.

I want to live here and receive my mail here.

Yes. I do.

And if you've never had a full body lemon grass scrub while laying on a table in the outfit God gave you under a waterfall, well, baby, this is place to get one done. Good thing my modesty went out the window with the whole giving birth to a child thing 'cause you can't have any shyness during this treatment.

Please. Let me go back to the Mokara.

If you listen closely, you will hear it calling my name.

And my pocketbook.