My plate was full today. There was a large variety of items on my to-do list; a list I never could have dreamed up as a younger woman. But, it has been a wonderful, crazy, and actually fairly normal day… I am pleased, as I inch closer and closer to forty, that I am the queen of my castle…
And by Queen, I mean the woman, mom, friend, sister, baker, maid who does all of, but is not limited to, the following…
A sleepy snuggle with my baby girl who, long before daylight, found her way to my bed and slept sideways with her feet in my armpit.
Coffee in my favorite mug… with lots of cream and sugar. yummy.
We really got going when I had to contact our plumber, who later arrived and retrieved a deodorant from the toilet in my bathroom, leaving a lovely overflow. ewwwwww.
Gathered together the ingredients and recipes for one of the larger tasks of my day which involved baking some sweets for a local home school event. Cookies – 6 dozen of them and 4 dozen cupcakes. My house was full of heavenly aromas, and covered with lots of stickiness.
Talked with my mom and sister, at least once each, maybe more, I can’t remember – We all love to talk shop when it comes to baking.
I swept and vacuumed, and changed pull-ups.
My mother-in-law brought Emily some special clothes we’d been searching for. so blessed.
Instructions were given (read here: I yelled from the kitchen) in regard to the piano practicing that was happening.
Angelina Ballerina was Mackenzie’s babysitter at one point while I tried to frost and finish those four dozen cupcakes.
I made breakfast and lunch for my little people, and then proceeded to feed my them the extra cupcakes for dinner. Don’t judge me on the day before my birthday.
I swept again.
A bandaid was discovered sticking to furniture, which I now know that just because bandaids are removable from skin, does not mean they will come off of bedroom dressers.
I had the pleasure of warm and absolutely lovely conversation twice. One long distance on the phone, one in person. Adult conversation is always welcome.
Don’t forget the laundry, two loads to be exact. Both basketfuls have been folded and put away… Miracles do happen, friends.
My daughter discussed her new favorite book with me, which she is devouring – this is a huge success at our house.
When Michael came home he told me he could tell I had been working hard. I basked in the compliment, until I realized he must have seen the cake flour in my hair.
Before I knew it, I had hurt Isaac’s feelings, but he forgave me when I asked. I have to ask often.
Dishes. more dishes. baking pans. mixing bowls and utensils. My hands are still prun-y.
Of course I forgot to return the same two phone calls that I forgot yesterday, too.
And then, I got to open my birthday gift from my precious family a day early. I am the proud owner of an iPhone dock with speakers for my kitchen. I can now boogie while I bake. No worries, there will be no photos of that, I promise.
Mid-day, in a moment of weakness, I sulked to myself while sweeping in the corner of the dining room, “A girl should be treated like a queen on her birthday week. I just feel like a servant.” As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I was reminded of One who was royalty, but lowered Himself into the place of a servant. washing disciples’ grimy feet. caring for the ill. helping the down-n-out. It seems that maybe I really am a part of His royal line if, in love, I am following Him, fulfilling the call to serve and care for others.
This is my life, as wild and crazy as it is, here on the eve of my (too old to mention) birthday. I am the Queen of my happy little castle.
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