tools of 'TUDE'

Been in a spin to find a good atti'TUDE'

Finding my way fully sensed again includes:

GratiTUDE

for my orange team mates, who ROCK, and support and bless
for my crazy awesome running shoes
for greek yogurt
for bl folk being so 'on' and supportive
for the energy difference in my day from being more fit
for the way my shorts fell off as i ascended the stairs
for the season of green veggies free from my garden
for the bass player from the red hot chili peppers, cause'his funky stuff makes me jog faster, his name is flea, he is a dude, but speaks to my inner wild child
for my husband who grills chicken for me and makes me salads
for my elliptical machine, and treadmill and excercise ball and weights
for my kewl scale, that has the electric voodoo to keep me on track
for this blog that keeps me accountable
for the perspective i've gained about acceptance and surfacing personal dimensions
for water that keeps me clean and satisfied
for prayer's peace
for dear, dear friends who lift my spirits just when i need it most

ATTITUDE is my focus this week. Acceptance last week. So, surely next week is, what?, AWESOMENESS?????? We'll see....

MVBL WEEK 9

beautiful MESS

I just walked by the kids bathroom upstairs and the light was on AGAIN. Ugh.

I went into the kitchen and there were a pair of wet dirty socks crumpled and discarded by the refrigerator. Wha??

I am afraid to flush the toilet in the morning because as soon as I do, THEY know I am awake and will ascend the stairs in 'want' mode.

I hear a thousand bumble bee stings in my head when I pick up the sounds any 'device' in the background that requires a plug or batteries or has a screen of any kind.

I truly cannot believe that I am the only one who sees piles on the stairs that need to go up. Is everyone else blind? Impaired? Double Wha?????

AND

I was charmed silly by homemade hammocks in the backyard yesterday which they all slept in last night.

I LOVE having scriptures and prayers with them with NO SCHEDULE and all the time in the world to teach and lead.

I smile while chopping salad stuff and fruit, knowing they are being nourished well, making them eat their freggies

I know its transitory. I know it. It will not be like this forever. It will change.

AND

I will not have to remind anybody of anything. I will have a quiet house. I will make my own lunch. Just one lunch, just for me. I will have a tidy and uncluttered backyard. There will be 'nada' to bring upstairs, because no one will live here anymore.

I will wish I could see strewn socks, because that would mean, they were back.

My babies.

Back.

Messing up my life and house.

Beautifully.