I will never ever win an award with my baking or cake decorating. But my kids don’t like to do birthdays with anything but a boxed Duncan Hines chocolate cake with canned frosting. Our tradition is that we eat it for breakfast. That’s gotten harder as kids have gotten older and our schedules are more demanding.
It’s a busy time. Things are slipping through the cracks. I lost gifts for the kids, wrapped Bridgette’s gifts in Christmas paper, and
accidentally told her two gifts before she opened them.
But, I managed to work this week, made it to Bradley’s football game and the varsity game, celebrated Bridgette’s birthday between the two games, got meals on the table, and told the kids I loved them at least a couple times a day.
I haven’t gotten a full time job yet. In particular, one I was praying for, and rightfully so, I didn’t get. I knew God could produce a miracle if he wanted, and I knew I could do it if I had the opportunity. But I wasn’t qualified, so I am not too disappointed. I’m not discouraged at all. The sub jobs seem plentiful and I am hopeful. Admittedly, it’s easier to be content when I’m still receiving alimony.
Here’s to a weekend that I hope will be productive in getting this house in order. And here’s to my time multiplying like loaves and fishes.