This week, embracing the ordinary meant forgoing blogging. It's a hobby and creative outlet that I enjoy very much. But it's not a job. And it's certainly not my vocation. My vocation as a wife and mother came first this week... over and over and over again.
Each afternoon when I sat down to write, something came up. Thursday, for instance... The girls started nap time at 1, the boys and I did afternoon lessons from 1 to 2 and then they started their rest time. I heard some in-and-out-of-bed activity coming from Clare's room and went up. I found her lounging in bed surrounded by books and toys... and wearing a bathing suit. (decidedly not approved nap-time behavior or nap-wear)
Needless to say, I don't normally take photos of "bad behavior" but this was too good to pass up :)
She never fell asleep and ended up looking at her books down in the living room with me.
Yesterday, just as I finished with the boys and finally sat down to
write wonder what I should write about, James woke up from his short nap, screaming. Something or other about cutting a tooth... It wasn't how I had hoped to spend the afternoon, but once again, blogging got nixed and I had some very delightful roll-around-on-the-living-room-floor time with my favorite baby.
It was exactly how I was supposed to spend the afternoon!
"...there is something holy, something divine hidden in the most ordinary
situations, and it is up to each on of you to discover it."
Passionately Loving the World, St. Josemaria Escriva