Saturday, January 23, 2010

I Love My Family, But....

You know you're reading something written by a courageous author with a title like that.
It's Saturday night and I'm home alone. Let's say it again "alone". Deep cleansing breath. Ahhhhh.... Yes. I love my family, but let's face it, they're obsessed with me. They always want to be near me and demand my attention all. day. long. The little short ones have co-dependency issues, I'm almost sure of it.
As much as I love them sometimes a girl needs a break. So my fantabulous husband, Lee, took the wee ones to the Monster Jam. I'm trying not to think about what sort of permanent damage this will do to their delicate psyche's. Instead I'm focusing on the silent, peaceful atmosphere that is filling my normally chaotic space. I threw together some homemade mushroom soup, and baked some bread. Comfort in a bowl.
I randomly came across this site called BirthVerse. You put in your birthday and it gives you a bible verse. My verse was Proverbs 8:21 "bestowing wealth on those who love me and making their treasuries full". Hmmm... interesting. It might be time to look in to the whole "name it and claim philosophy". Ah, I jest.
Alright, I'm outta here. I can't spend all of my precious alone time blogging. I think I'll go to Target. Going to Target alone is almost too much fun for me to handle, but I'll manage.


  1. Mine wasn't nearly as good! I love yours.
    “'I will send my messenger ahead of you, who will prepare your way before you.'"

    I'm glad you got some me time.

  2. YUM! who whips up mushroom soup & bakes bread??! you martha, you! :)