Confessions of a Crazy Busy Mom

Today, in our home, we have lots that we each need to accomplish. Chores, cleaning, laundry. You name it, it's happening in our home. Sometimes when we have a lot to do, the ugliness comes out in our personalities. Ok, I admit it, MY personality, and then I set the tone for the day. Not only do we have a lot to accomplish, we also have lots of football we want to watch and also church in the evening. So today, my prayer is for busy days, and for our personalities to all mesh and to work towards a common goal. <3  Thank you Lord for Sundays, a wonderful beautiful opportunity to celebrate you. Thank you for creating little helpers in our children, each of our Littles can be helpers in different ways. I pray that you help our personalities work smoothly together as we have much to accomplish today. I pray that you enable me with words of encouragement for my guys instead of harsh angry words of frustration. I pray we will work well and work for the good of our family and each pitch...

Why I hate Run For Her. Run For Her, a 5K that raises awareness and funds for research on ovarian cancer, the most deadly cancers of all genealogical cancers. I hate it. I took part in it, as did my daughter, but I hate it.  I hate it because it even has to exist. Because as I was running, I had to see a sign with a date of August 27, 1982- July 25, 2013. Because she was my age. I was born August 12, 1982- she was almost 31 when she died. Because I saw a sign with a date of 1986-2006- because she was 20! I hate it because I watched over 5000 people raise almost a million dollars for research.  I hate it because I had a bib on my back that said I was participating in honor of my aunt.  I hate it simply because Run For Her has to exist. It exists because ovarian cancer exists, and because of that, I hate it.  I hate it because every step I took, every bib I looked at every sign that was carried, was a representation of another life that was claimed by this awful horrib...

Now, don't get me wrong- at all. I love logging on to Facebook and looking at everyone who is posting all the things they are thankful for- you know, one each day for the entire month of December. However, I can't seem to jump on that bandwagon.  Now hold on, before you call me heartless, ungrateful, insensitive, whatever other clever name pops into your head- give me a minute to explain myself.  Everyday I am thankful, thankful for so many things. Somedays I am thankful for Steve Jobs and my iPod because there is nothing like blasting Mandisa's Overcomer through my speakers on my drive to work, to get my blood pumping for the day. Other days I am thankful for Howard Schluts and his desire to create a brand we all know and love, Starbucks. Other days, I am thankful for my sister Jenna and her ability to let me ramble on to her on the phone, because some days I just need another adult to talk to. On a few days, I am thankful for my task of paying the electric and gas bills? ...