Whine: We have some baby trees around our yard. Like 80 of them. And we're talking baby baby trees... maybe a foot and a half tall at the most. I love them (but not as much as Jim does, truthfully- he nurses them with all the love of a new mama). And the other day some snowmobilers ran a bunch of them over. They crushed their teeny tiny frames and our spirits.
Wish: Oops, I wish Molly didn't see her art project in the garbage. I save the stuff that she's most obviously proud of, but I didn't get that feeling from this particular craft. Then she saw it and cried as I frantically pulled it out: "Oh! Oh! How did this get in there?! Molly! I don't know how this got in the garbage! (I lied) It must have been bunched in with some other stuff!" She sniffled and I immediately taped it up in a place of honor. Whew!
Woo-hoo! Yesterday Molly launched into a heartfelt monologue (or a Mollologue if you will!) about God living in our hearts and loving us even when we make mistakes, etc. What?! Maybe she does listen to me (and oh, all right! her Sunday School teachers) every now and then! I was pumped. Of course, she was explaining all this to a dinosaur on a box of macaroni and cheese, but still. I love it when I know I'm being heard!
I'm feeling inexplicably overwhelmed these days. Stressing over things I wouldn't normally stress over. Perhaps I haven't been Binging enough? Maybe a food fight would relieve some stress? I'm not above that.