It’s late Saturday night. I’m surrounded by piles and piles of freshly washed, dried, and folded clothes. My cats are pacing my feet, and our wooden windchimes are making a glorious sound in front of our house.`
It hasn’t been a particularly easy 24 hours, but I have such peace at this moment. As I heated up some late (really late) dinner for myself, I reflected on the week we’ve had and felt compelled to share them with you.
Yeah, cats. If you’re not a cat person, you may not understand this part. If you are, I probably dont have to continue. I stand by the fact that my cats are much better therapy than any med I could take. I was heartbroken this week to discover that Mr. Cat was peeing all over my house. He’s fixed, but yeah, he’s a Tom Cat at heart. I cried at the thought of surrendering him back to the shelter. I considered tolerating the pee, knowing I’d be cleaning constantly. I sent a scathing email to the shelter because I was told his “destructive behavior” that was listed on his paperwork was him chewing the morning newspaper. No one can tell me that when the cat was surrendered by its previous owner(s), it wasn’t made public to them. Had I known what his “behavior” was, I wouldn’t have adopted him, and wouldn’t have had to break the news to my kids. I felt really angry for a couple of days until I heard that the hubs’ brother would love to take him as his cat with “tuxedo” markings recently passed away and he’d be willing to take on Mr. Cat. The $200.00 I had invested in Mr. Cat suddenly seemed worth it.
Re-housing Mr. Cat also opened up the opportunity to take one of my Moms’ cats, who the hubs is obsessed with. He has been pestering my mom for months to let him take her home with us. She finally agreed this week, and the look on hubs’ face when he discovered her sleeping in our room when he got home was just fabulous. Marquette hasn’t left his side in 2 days.
I am blessed to have a husband that not only compliments my cooking, tells me I’m beautiful, treats me like a lady, and lets me steal the covers, but he also seems to know when Mama just needs a sack of mint oreo cookies.
Turn it off week.
Ok, So the real “turn it off” week is in April, but I refused to turn the TV on this week. It was nice to just enjoy my kids, and not hear anything in the background. Hubs and I also went to bed earlier. The whole family just had much more snuggle time. It was very refreshing.
Ok, recipe from my childhood, and I woke up the other day thinking about it as soon as I opened my eyes. Lucky for me, I had everything I needed…except dijon mustard, which judging by the title of the dish, I’m sure you know is essential. Thankfully, Mom had some, and my dinner was a complete success. It’s really just one of the easiest, tastiest dishes I’ve ever had, or made.
I just really enjoy going. I feel so at home there and at peace. The Spirit really moves there and after some emotional times this week, it was a really great release too. Hanging out at IHOP with the rebel crowd is fun too. I seem to have found an adopted Grandmother there too. I really feel like a child in her Grandmothers arms when she hugs me. She makes me want to take care of her.
I spent several hours the other night organizing all of my curriculum and sewing stuff. The hubs brought me an awesome shelving system thing and it holds everything and then some. I feel lighter somehow knowing that the majority of my stuff has a home.
Sometimes you just have to have some, even if they really shouldn’t be considered food.
Life is good. Really, really, good.