Feeling it

I do not pride myself on being a "busy" person. What I mean by that is that I do not actually enjoy having something every single evening on my calendar. I do not enjoy being over-involved. So these last few weeks, including this one, are a bit much for me.

Reagan sleeps beautifully in a car so our long drive last weekend was no problem. But unfortunately she didn't see the need to translate that to sleeping in her portable crib. It just didn't work. She's mostly back on track now. So going away this weekend is the only logical next step of course. After that, we stay home for a while I think.

I have been in a haze of laundry, ironing, unpacking, repacking, bridal shower preparations, worship chair responsibilities, angry phone calls to my dentist, meal planning, meal preparing, etc. Sometimes it just sounds like the world is crashing down around me. There's so much noise. So many people saying they need this or that or asking me to do something. Then there's my baby girl whose favorite pasttime is yelling...a lot...and loudly.

I know that this too shall pass. Next week I am going to breathe a sigh of relief and say "Good grief. What was the big deal? I made it through all that just fine." But sometimes it is so hard to see how I will ever make it through to those quieter times in life.

I live for quiet times. They don't bore me. They refresh me and remind me that life isn't about the big events. Its what happens in between.