It’s 8:14…I’m in my pjs on our couch under a quilt with a pile of name pillows which need to be stuffed. My teeth are brushed. My contacts are out. My glasses are on. All 4 Kelley kids are asleep in their beds. Josh has a baseball game tonight and I am straight up legit tired. I think the end of the school year is taking its toll on me…and everyone else I know. I had a million and one things to write about tonight and when I sat down I couldn’t think of one of them. And I’m not surprised one bit.
House hunting is for the birds. I’ve decided maybe we are meant to live in our little house forever and ever…amen. There seems to not be one house in our price range. And when there is one in our price range one of three things occurs: 1) We go look at the house the day or day after it comes on the market and when our realtor pulls in the drive way to show us the house, she gets out and says, “I just got a call and they’ve accepted an offer.” 2) We go look at the house the day or day after it comes on the market and as we’re walking around the house the owner is there and informs us he just signed a contract. Or 3) We go look at the house the day or day after it comes on the market. We get to see the house and find it is by far the funkiest house we’ve ever seen…needs to be gutted…but we make an offer and get out bid. All have happened. Truly. I’m beginning to think God just may have something different planned for us. I’m beginning to think maybe we’re not in control after all. It’s hilarious and frustrating all at the same time.
Hudson and Solomon graduated preschool last night. And I might have died a little inside. God has stitched our family together with such care and uniqueness and fierce love. And these two, well, they absolutely slay my heart. They both wanted to be professional baseball players when they grew up. One got Most Respectful, the other got Most Peaceful. I sat in the audience and my mind flashed into the future and I imagined them graduating high school. I cannot tell you how hard I pray for their bond…their brotherhood…their friendship…that it remains as tight and real and gritty as it is now.
Remember our big Noonday Collection Giveaway Fundraiser?!?!?! Well, I got all the details this week and not only are we purchasing the 5 tables and 30 chairs, but we’re also paying for all the kids’ school fees for an entire year. Every single childs’ school fees paid. Aaaaand, we have a little left over to use for another project. God is really good. Thank you for participating, giving, helping and praying for this project. You amaze me.
Harper had her Mother’s Day Makeover at school this week. Let me break it down for you…she massaged and lotioned my feet. Painted my toes…green of course because it’s my favorite color. Gave me a massage with one of those bug looking massage thingies. Brought me a plate of cookies. Score. Brushed and fixed my hair. Brought me some pretzels. Did my makeup…applied lipstick, eyeshadow…green of course because it’s my favorite color…and blush. Painted my nails. Then she applied more makeup because it needed to be touched up. Brought me some punch. Painted my toenails again with an all over sparkle polish. Obviously. Gave me another massage. Refixed my hair because mine is thin and apparently doesn’t hold a thousand little clips well. She went with pig tails second time around. Brought me more cookies. Score again. Painted my nails again with an all over sparkle polish. Obviously. And touched up my makeup one last time because I desperately needed more blush. And I loved every minute of it.
And this is all I can muster up for today. I promise I had a better post planned in my head. It had a theme and wise words with coordinating scriptures and references. Bahahahahaha. I wish I could have been that blogger, but alas, you’re stuck with random thoughts tonight. And thank you for reading my tired randomness. I really and truly appreciate it.
Happy Thursday night!
Come on, you know you want to. #peerpressure
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