How 3 is Micah?

You always here about the Terrible Two's, but nobody warns you about the third year. Micah, who can sweep anyone off their feet with one look, is three. As we walk through the store, I hear all of the time "Oh! How adorable." or "He is so cute" or any other positive comment that you can think of over an adorable little boy.

Someone the other day made a comment that stuck with me though. She said "Oh you are so cute I would just find it terribly hard to punish you, but I bet your momma doesn't have a problem with it." I had to smile at that because it is so true. I have to admit that Micah can make me smile at almost any given time just by being himself but he is such a little booger that I can let him have it at almost any given time as well.

He has just hit this point to where I think he is just plain bored being at home. Not enough stimulation so he invents trouble for himself.

*He has discovered that by standing on the toilet, he can easily climb into the bathroom sink which is only secured to the wall, nothing underneath.

*He has found out what happens when you pour a gallon of Chocolate milk into a gallon of tea.

*He has figured out that neosporin can also act as glue for breathe right nose strips to stick to jewelry boxes and other miscellaneous spots in the house.

*He discovered that by blaming his 18 month old brother, he won't get into as much trouble.

*He thinks by saying "Sorry" as soon as you say his name that he won't get fussed at.

*He figured out that his sisters like to leave kitchen knives out on the cabinet so he cuts his own apples.

*He's decided that he's not going to go to sleep for naptime or bedtime.

*He's decided that he can sit in my bed and pee for no apparent reason.

*He really likes to pee into the bathtub when the toilet is right behind him.

And this is all within the past week or so. Shall I go on? Well, probably not necessary. Truth of the matter is I love the little monster and he can make me smile just by being himself. And his soft little kisses mean just about everything to me. God love ya Micah, God love ya!

Empathy or Just Plain Nosey, it's a trip.

You know my life is not that bad. Sure my husband has left but still, my life is not that bad. I have my health and I have 4 beautiful children, who are also healthy(minus an ear infection). The Lord is blessing me in my life literally left and right. I got to spend a full month at my sister's house this summer. Met many wonderful people while there. Have a TON of people praying for me. Have friends who truly care about me. Have people giving us clothes, which were really needed. The Lord is truly wonderful is all of his rich blessings and his grace.

Now, I can say that because it is true. Some people however don't want that to be true. How very unfortunate for them. If you are truly interested in how I am coping, then read below. HOWEVER, if you are only interested for the sake of gossip then you may stop reading now because you are nothing but selfish people who have nothing better to do than get the DISH so you can pass it on to someone else. I don't need you in my life.

So for those that really want to know, I am managing just fine. For those that know me well you will remember that I have been down this road once before. Managed just fine then and with God's grace and mercy I will manage just fine again. Now don't hear me say that I am not sad or upset. I am both at any given time, but I am also angry, relieved, happy, emotional, teary-eyed, lonely and hurt. Did you notice that the word happy was in there? Much to some peoples dismay, I am not, I repeat NOT miserable. I am just like any other person who is going through an unwanted change in their life...on a roller coaster of emotions. So for those of you who hear me crying and think that is all I do, you are wrong. For those of you who see me angry and think that is it, you are wrong. For those of you who think that I am only allowed to feel one emotion right now, you are wrong. Those of you who have been through this before or are going through it now, you know exactly what I am talking about so I know that you can empathize. Those of you who have never been through this just sit back and enjoy my roller coaster.

On my own...again!

So, to start with I initially titled this blog "Alone...again!" But then I realized that I am never alone. My God is ALWAYS with me. So I changed it to On my own...again. Which, I am. After four years of marriage, Marcus has left us. Yes, us; not ME but US. See with the me comes the four us'es. No real reason for leaving given honestly, just a bunch of jabber. I trust that God is moving me to where he wants me in my life and I can only trust that one day Marcus will see, know and feel the mistake that he is making. I love him very much and want nothing more than to see that necessary change in order for our family to be what God has designed a family to be. But until that time comes, I can only put my hopes and prayers in Christ. Great song by the way, In Christ Alone ( my hope is found).

So in the mean time (for however long that meantime is, if it ever comes) I am going on with my life again, on my own. This part is the ME part because I am the head of this house and the provider for my family. I am the spiritual leader and I hope that I am teaching my children to rely on God.

As a matter of fact, there is a story to go along with that comment. Ryane, my 12 year old, comes into my bedroom last night complaining of her eyes bothering her. Now mind you she has been complaining of her eyes burning and itching for the past 3 days. So again we get the allergy eyedrops out and go through the process.

Afterward she says "Mom it feels like there is something in the corner of my eye and I can't get it out."
To that I reply: "You must have scratched it doing all of that rubbing the past few days, now go back to bed."
She mumbles while rubbing that very troublesome eye: "I can't. I tried but it bothers me when I close my eye."
Knowing this is another excuse to stay out of bed I say: "Ryane, just go pray about it and go to bed."
She grumbles but slowly goes back to bed.

The next morning she is getting ready for school and says "Lets put the drops in again because my eye is scratched again"
I kinda giggled and said "Well, Ryane, your eye is not going to heal overnight anyway sweetie."
She gave me a raised eyebrow and put me in my place with: "It will if I ask God to heal it."

Well, shut my mouth. What more is there to say after that one?