A test on my patience...

I wish I could show projects like Coffee Mom...but I can't. I can, however, show you my current "child" projects.

My friend tells me that children are God's way of perfecting our character. I never knew, until I had kids, that I have major character flaws. I'm beginning to think that ignorance is (or was) bliss. One of my major character issues - I think deficit would be a better word - is patience.

Let me tell you, the sudden realization that we've lost Mini-E is not my favorite realization. "Where's Mini-E?" I asked, interrupting school work. We dashed to find her.

We know that when a child is too quiet, that child must be found at all cost.Apparently, She had been pouring Tide into the cat box. I guess it looked like so much fun, she climbed in. Say it with me, "Ew." Luckily, it had been cleaned out. I'm not so sure how the cat will like Tide in her box, though.

So I put up a child gate and moved on about my business. J-man has an amazing talent. He can turn anything into a toy. Even dishwashers.See the gate in the back ground?
I took the gate down to do laundry and it peeled the paint. I really want to laugh at it now, but I wanted to stomp my feet and throw a fit when it happened. It's a new paint job. I worked hard on it.

I had a funny thing happen last night. I was at church by myself and someone asked me where The Professor was and if he was taking care of "those heathens."

He meant it in jest, I'm sure. Even so - I took it that way. But I had such fun telling him that the Professor was, indeed, home. But that I'd had a talk with G - and I don't think my kids are heathens. I was so much fun telling him that - because it was just such a fun Holy Spirit moment. I loved remembering the talk with G, though I can't remember it very well now, and knowing that Holy Spirit is at work in their hearts.

Absolutely loving it.