Just checking in - there's a lot to get done in the next few weeks, and it seems as though the list continues to grow. Thankfully my foot is back to about 95%, so hopefully I can kick it into high gear now... and hopefully keep the proper attitude in the midst of it all, too.
Kiddos are having some issues with obedience again, which is really testing my patience. We were supposed to attend a musical program/ice cream social at church last night, but the kids hadn't done their jobs, so I stayed home while hubby went. Well, we were supposed to go to the library this morning, but the kids STILL haven't done their jobs, so once again we're missing out on some fun times. I know it's important to stand our ground once we've made it an issue, but it would be so much easier to just do it myself and let it slide!
Oh, and here's a frugal decorating tip for you: Don't like the color of your tile floor? Well then, simply drop a bottle of nail polish! Yeah, that was the scene on Friday morning (after I'd wiped up all I could with paper towels). Thankfully some acetone took the rest of it off - I really didn't want to live with pink floors :)
Well, break time is over. But here's a little something to think about:
The Power Of A Moment
Chris Rice
What am I gonna be when I grow up?
How am I gonna make my mark in history?
And what are they gonna write about me when I’m gone?
These are the questions that shape the way I think about what matters
But I have no guarantee of my next heartbeat
And my world’s too big to make a name for myself
And what if no one wants to read about me when I’m gone?
Seems to me that right now’s the only moment that matters
You know the number of my days
So come paint Your pictures on the canvas in my head
And come write Your wisdom on my heart
And teach me the power of a moment
The power of a moment, the power of a moment
In Your kingdom where the least is greatest
The weak are given strength and fools confound the wise
And forever brushes up against a moment’s time
Leaving impressions and drawing me into what really matters
You know the number of my days
So come paint Your pictures on the canvas in my head
And come write Your wisdom on my heart
And teach me the power of a moment
The power of a moment, the power of a moment
I get so distracted by my bigger schemes
Show me the importance of the simple things
Like a word, a seed, a thorn, a nail
And a cup of cold water
You know the number of my days
So come paint Your pictures on the canvas in my head
And come write Your wisdom on my heart
And teach me the power of a moment
The power of a moment, the power of a moment
Kiddos are having some issues with obedience again, which is really testing my patience. We were supposed to attend a musical program/ice cream social at church last night, but the kids hadn't done their jobs, so I stayed home while hubby went. Well, we were supposed to go to the library this morning, but the kids STILL haven't done their jobs, so once again we're missing out on some fun times. I know it's important to stand our ground once we've made it an issue, but it would be so much easier to just do it myself and let it slide!
Oh, and here's a frugal decorating tip for you: Don't like the color of your tile floor? Well then, simply drop a bottle of nail polish! Yeah, that was the scene on Friday morning (after I'd wiped up all I could with paper towels). Thankfully some acetone took the rest of it off - I really didn't want to live with pink floors :)
Well, break time is over. But here's a little something to think about:
The Power Of A Moment
Chris Rice
What am I gonna be when I grow up?
How am I gonna make my mark in history?
And what are they gonna write about me when I’m gone?
These are the questions that shape the way I think about what matters
But I have no guarantee of my next heartbeat
And my world’s too big to make a name for myself
And what if no one wants to read about me when I’m gone?
Seems to me that right now’s the only moment that matters
You know the number of my days
So come paint Your pictures on the canvas in my head
And come write Your wisdom on my heart
And teach me the power of a moment
The power of a moment, the power of a moment
In Your kingdom where the least is greatest
The weak are given strength and fools confound the wise
And forever brushes up against a moment’s time
Leaving impressions and drawing me into what really matters
You know the number of my days
So come paint Your pictures on the canvas in my head
And come write Your wisdom on my heart
And teach me the power of a moment
The power of a moment, the power of a moment
I get so distracted by my bigger schemes
Show me the importance of the simple things
Like a word, a seed, a thorn, a nail
And a cup of cold water
You know the number of my days
So come paint Your pictures on the canvas in my head
And come write Your wisdom on my heart
And teach me the power of a moment
The power of a moment, the power of a moment
Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:12 (NIV)
2 comments:
DearHubby reproofed me once when I took away a fun day from Little G. We were supposed to meet her friend at Chuck E. Cheese's, but Little G was being really disobedient. As a last resort, I told her that if she continued to disobey, we would not go to Chuck E. Cheese's. When DearHubby heard about my mode of discipline, he disagreed with it. He told me that his parents took away fun times like that many times, but he felt like his "punishment" didn't fit the crime and he was more set on being disobedient anyway than having fun because he had to come up on top. Then, he said that he didn't really learn obedience and it really only made him hard towards his parents.
On that day, I took away this privilege because I was at the end of my rope and I was angry (so that gives it a different spin to things). I actually went back to Little G and apologized to her for my anger and we did a "do over" on the whole disciplinary issue. I'm not sure what I finally ended up doing to discipline Little G for her disobedience, but I think it was more fitting (?) to the situation and we still went and hung out with her little friend.
What I learned from DearHubby that day, though, is that I can change directions in my mode of discipline and still keep my authority over Little G. I was afraid that if I didn't stand firm then Little G would think that she could get away with her disobedience. However, that wasn't the case because she was still disciplined for her disobedience but in a more effective way.
Now, your kids seem like they're really easy going and wouldn't hold a grudge like DearHubby did and I think they are still too young to be really hard and want to just keep on disobeying...
Anyway, my point is, I can relate to what you're saying about how hard it really is to know when to stand your ground on something or to just do it yourself and let the disobedience slide.
Sometimes I just need a break from all the disciplining because sometimes it is just an all day affair and so I pack the girls up and take a drive. It's not the most cost effective break, but it helps me gather my composure and I find that a little break away from home causes Little G to look forward to going home again.
Not much wisdom here, I know...I just wanted to share that I hear you...
Hmmm...I just realized that your post was written on Monday and it's now Friday...So, did the kiddos eventually end up doing their jobs? How did you get them to do it and did they miss out on any more fun times?
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