I love my job, I love my job, I love my job

If you say something over and over and over, it's supposed to make it true right?
HA!
No, I really do love my job. I have checked into getting a part-time, WAH job. It's just not feasible, with my totlets running around. And I've found out, you have to have a specialty of some sort, or be able to devote your whole day to it, to make it worth your trouble.
So, I'll just keep keepin on. Keep tending babies, and making lunches and reading Dora books.

And the Lord will make it work.

His word says that He'll provide all we'll need. Not all we'll want, but our needs will be met. And he has kept that promise to my family. But, it is only human nature to want some un-necessary things every now and then, right? It's just no fun to pay bills, grocery shop, and have pennies left over at the end. It's no fun to have guilt for filling up your gas tank, when you know quite well that half a tank would have been sufficient, and that you'll regret it later.

I know I know. I am told it won't always be this way. But that doesn't stop my impatience from overwhelming me some days.

How's that children's song go?

Oh, the Lord's been good to me
and so I thank the Lord
for giving me the things I need
the sun, and the rain and the appleseed.
Oh, the Lord's been good to me!

Oh, and every seed I sow
Will grow into a tree
.And someday there'll be apples there
For everyone in the world to share.
Oh, the Lord is good to me.

Oh, here I am 'neath the blue, blue sky
Doing as I please.
Singing with my feathered friends
Humming with the bees.
I wake up every day,
As happy as can be,
Because I know that with His care
My apple trees, they will still be there.
The Lord's been good to me.

I wake up every day
As happy as can be,
Beacuse I know the Lord is there
Watchin' over all my friends and me
The Lord is good to me.


(Found the whole lyrics at: http://www.alphabet-soup.net/dir2/johnny.html)

If only I could have the joy of a child. To be thankful for the smallest things. To find beauty and awe in the feel of the bark of a tree, or the fascination of a child in a bird's nest that has fallen from the trees. Or to have FUN burying yourself in dirt and sand and leaves, and calling them your "blanket."

I've said it before, but my children bring me so much joy, and remind me to take stock. And be thankful in the little things.

How is it possible to LOVE someone so small so VERY much?? And yet, those same small people, can absolutely make you want to pull your hair out? How is that possible?
One more notch in the list of things I don't understand.