Today, I am the mama of the toddler with the banana mooshed in his hair from breakfast. The laundry that has been sitting in the laundry baskets for the last week needing to be folded finally ended up in dresser drawers today. (Except for that load that's still in the washer from this morning that I forgot about. Re-wash.) And dinner? Well, let's just say, if we didn't possess a crock-pot, my poor children would have symptoms of undernourishment. And my email in-box? Fugetaboutet.
I'm tired. The kind of tired that I cry with relief every night when I flop into bed. Am I preaching to the choir here?
Friends, adventure wears me out.
When God told me this year would be all about adventure, I was all for it! I was excited... I was ready... I was energetic.
And now in the midst of this year of adventure, knee deep in three of them at the moment, I am tired. And excited. And ready. But mostly tired.
Three adventures will be ensuing in the next month.
First one is Saturday, the day of our first craft fair. Ta-da! Remember when I told y'all about it? (here) Well, the time has come for us to actually put out some of our stuff and let people gawk and, prayerfully, buy. We've been getting our stash built up and by now, it's a pretty fat and happy stash. The last few days have been a mad dash of finishing some things up, and quite frankly, I'm stealing away right now to write this, because I should still be sitting there with a paintbrush in my hands and paint all the way to my elbows. We're so, so excited. And just a wee bit sick of painting, sawing, and drilling. Lots of pictures will be coming soon.
The second adventure is next week.... ALLUME!! (here) I still can't believe I'm going. And that it's next week. I'm swallowing my fears of flying, not fitting in and having nothing to wear and heading off into the wild blue yonder next Wednesday. I've come a long way (okay, maybe only a short way that really just feels like a long way) and I'm not quite as panicky as I was. Although, you'd better check in with me next Wednesday. Pray for me, friends? I do tweet now (and love it), have business cards with my picture on them (feels way too self-absorbed) and hopefully a new camera because one of my children, who will remain nameless except for me to say that his or her name rhymes with ham, broke my camera. I cried. Holding out hope for not just a new camera, but an upgrade. (Squeeeee! Shhhh, Jamie. Okay, squeeeee!)
And then the third great adventure... My first 5k is a month from today. (here) Aye-yi-yi. I really am loving it and it's definitely an adventure. It's way out of my comfort zone, but let's face it. My comfort zone is on the couch wearing yoga pants and fuzzy socks.
All three of these things are huge adventures for me. I'm being stretched and pulled into new and unfamiliar shapes. The cool thing, though, about being stretched into new things, is that you never go back to your former parameter... and after bearing five kids, I know all about things not going back to their original parameters.