grace to the Joneses

(From Wikipedia) "Keeping up with the Joneses" is an idiom in many parts of the English-speaking world referring to the comparison to one's neighbor as a benchmark for social caste or the accumulation of material goods. To fail to "keep up with the Joneses" is perceived as demonstrating socio-economic or cultural inferiority.

Two people are sitting on my lounge, one of them is Mrs Jones and the other is my best friend.

Mrs Jones says, in a posh British accent, 'these walls are ghastly! bright yellow walls! who ever heard of a thing? You really need to redecorate with neutral subtle tones. Have you swept these floors lately? You must clean up those toys, you can't just leave everything lying around. When will you be finished these renovations? This house looks positively trashy!' And on and on she goes, noting every flaw, every possible improvement to my home.

My best friend smiles and says, 'thank you for inviting me to your home. I love sitting here having a chat with you. Don't worry about your house, whether you have enough, or where you are going to get it from. I know everything that you need, its already sorted, I'm taking care of you.'

Mrs Jones butts in, 'have you even brushed your hair today? You look a mess! What will people think?'.

My besty always know what to say, 'who cares what people think? I think you are radiant and beautiful! And I'm not even talking about your outward appearance, I can see right into your heart.'

'But what are you doing with your life?', interrupts Mrs Jones, 'and what do you have to show for yourself? What have you achieved? What are you planning to do next? What about when the kids go to school, what will you do then?'

'You are doing exactly what you are meant to be doing. Hang out with me, and I will take care of you. You are my pride and joy. I love the way you love me and the way you love our family. Don't listen to her. I will show you a more wonderful way to do life. I love you just the way you are.'

I say, 'thank you Jesus, I needed to hear that.'

'Its my pleasure Mrs Jones,' he says.

iphones and nutella

The above are two things I know I'm going to regret giving to my 14 month old yesterday! Already I can't take a photo of him without him crying for the phone. I had to secretly place it on the lounge this morning just to get some video of him.
One of my first nutella memories is my brother and I hiding under the dining table demolishing a whole jar. My kids seem to keep on forgetting it is in the cupboard, but I'm sure I will find them one day with nutella all over their faces and hands. I think I'll probably grin, take it off them and find a hiding place to lick out whats left!
Proverbs 31:25 "She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come."

Cute nutella kid (of course, not mine, because he'd be crying and trying to get his grubby hands on my iphone!)

one hour of supermum

In the past hour I have single handedly cooked a yummy dinner, while feeding the baby, teaching my son how to sew, and directing my girl through cleaning up a creative mess, bathed and pajamed them all, and homeworked the eldest. Suddenly I have nothing to do while waiting for hubby to return and have a few minutes to write a blog. It feels pretty good to have juggled so many things and to come out smiling - so far.
Mums are amazing! well done for making it almost to the end of the day:)
Stay tuned for the next post - "Excuse me Mrs Jones, can you please stop being so perfect!"