That's me wrapped up in a red blanket with the twins on top and Madison beside. He thought it was pretty hilarious that even in my sleep my kids are drawn to me. I'm so used to it. At one point I did wonder if Joby's dog was on me but they all deny it. Despite being constantly touched I did get a little bit of a snooze.
Oh the distractions that come with children! They are so needy. Today when I tried to get away to use the restroom, I ended up having to hold Piper on my lap (guess I didn't get a picture of that :)). I thought that once we had our own bathroom that I might be able to shower in peace. But today's shower was full of its normal interruptions. I'll share three of them with you:
interruption 1: Will "Mommy, you will need to come wipe me when you get out of the shower. I am going to go poop."
interruption 2: Will "I just went LOTS of poop. And I think Uncle Joby could see me when he walked into the laundry room."
interruption 3: Will "I have a present for you... WIPES!" at which point I got to lean out of the shower and wipe his bottom. Ahhh - a poopy bottomed 4 year old with wipes... the gift that keeps on giving.
This is not just a funny thing that happened that I get to blog about - it is my every day, friends. I know everyone says there is coming a day that I will miss of this and I fully believe them - these days are precious - but I also think that I will enjoy the experience of taking a long, hot shower without any interruptions. But for today, this is my life and I love it. There is so much to be said about the phrase "labor of love." The inconveniences that come with 7 children don't bother me. I am overwhelmed sometimes with how blessed I think I am. I will gladly pour every last bit of myself in these darling, poopy, clingy, loud children.
Aren't you glad that we are not interruptions to our Heavenly Father? Aren't you glad that He is not exhausted from His sovereignty? He doesn't pine for naps. He doesn't doesn't need to retreat to a warm shower. He doesn't hint to the other members of the trinity at Christmas time about how much he wants a gift certificate to get an hour body massage. (I have no idea where that example came from!) No, Psalm 121 remind us
"I lift up my eyes to the hills- Where does my help come from?My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.He will not let your foot slip -He who watches over you will not slumber;Indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep."
His care for us is uninterrupted. He does not find us bothersome. He is a patient, loving Father in whom we can trust.
I just love this blog, Kristi! I love that I can "peek" into your lives while being so very far away. Thanks for posting!
ReplyDeleteI know I only have one-seventh of your responsibility, but somehow I thought it might make you feel better that I get interrupted in the shower at least 3-4 times every time I take one when Owen is awake... thus, the ritual of the after-bedtime shower is beginning to take over. For that reason, and because I can't trust him not to leave the house or get into something while I'm in there... no sisters or brothers to keep an eye out! That's one advantage of having loads of them, Kristi! ;)
ReplyDeleteWOW! Thank you for sharing! I loved every word of it (even the example that you don't know 'where that came from') You have a gift of writing / a gift of entertaining / and a Heaven-sent mothering gift! You are an inspiration! I'm only sad I couldn't have tried to keep up with you at child-bearing. :-) Keep having those loads of memories! happy day! Love Angie Stanley
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