some kind of week

It's been some kind of week, friends. Some. Kind. Of. Week. We finally got Josiah sleep-trained and then he came down with I-don't-know-what-- allergies? a heinous cold? teething? All I know is that the fluorescent green fluid oozing out of his eyes and his nose just. won't quit. The only thing he hates more than that gunk on his face is when I try to get it off. And don't get me started on Elias. I don't know what's happened with that kid, but suffice it to say that there isn't a lot of sleep happening in our house right now.

It's ten forty-two am, and I've been up for almost six hours. That makes me sad, you guys.

So what has the opportunity to make me happy on this rainy, gloomy, cranky day?  That no matter what, it's Friday, and since misery loves company, I'll be enjoying having my husband with me to manage these boys the next couple of days. It'll be a busy Mother's Day weekend, which means a lot of good, and totally creative and enjoyable, work on my part getting things prepared for Jeremy's and my mom, if I can only stay awake. I have a Pinterest board for the picnic board I've set up for Sunday with my family-- no peeking, mom! And this cake is in the works for celebrating with Jeremy's family down in Paducah tomorrow. I have a full night ahead of me! (And a full afternoon--I get to take both boys to the grocery store this afternoon to pick up the supplies-- the horror.)

The other thing that makes me happy (the tingly kind!) is that I got a couple of prints this week, this one and this one, and I can't wait to hang them up. The colors are perfect for our living space, and the sentiment is one that I'm embracing for this season of our lives. A lot of things have happened behind the scenes...they have been harder than hard, but they have also proved to be an open door to dreaming for family. We don't know what God has in store for us, but I know that He wants to me hope and dream again...meaning that we thought we knew what God had for us...and it turns out that isn't going to happen. Which means that I get to dream even bigger dreams than before. And that is exciting. I've been hearing his voice so clearly lately, and I couldn't be more grateful. I get so caught up in daily life--even daily Christian life--that I forget that our God is big and fearsome and wild. And that he has a crazy sense of humor. I can trust that He will lead us into something as big and fearsome and wild as He is. So, I'm going to.

I hope your weekend is a fun one. Ours will be sweet and loud and crazy and probably a little testy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Well, I wouldn't quite be opposed to a little sleep, too...