How R U Doing?

Well, lets see, the # 4 (2 years old) is putting the #1 (10 years old) child's underwear on.... Oh, and I should say it is noon and she (#2) is still in her jammies.  Oh yeah, and I have not showered even though I went on a hike at 6 a.m.   Some days are just hard to pull it all together, even before Mr. Blue Eyes got Lymphoma. 
Then I begin my freak out... maybe if I sort every single corner of the house, if I throw away all unnecessary things, (cheese sticks that are 4 months old! Gross! What kind of kid am I raising — it was in his treasure box!)   Oh, and I feel the sudden urge to finish decorating the house we moved into 2 1/2 years ago! I will get control! I will be able to control something! Then my sweet husband calls to check on us.  I cry because I am a girl, and that's what I do really well nowadays.  Even so, the kids are fighting, the mirror my friend and I hung on the wall fell off within 15 seconds of hanging it. (NO worries, we caught it!) Then I went out with my zipper down. From the highs  to the lows I rate this day a LOW.  Friends have been by and sweet gestures performed. I am still feeling so loved.

Then I remembered I am not in charge I am not in control. God drives my bus so I am going to go sit in my little green seat and ride the bus wherever it goes. I chose this life. I have been blessed with 4 great kids. Whatever bus ride we are on, I am glad to be on it with them, especially Mr. Blue Eyes.