well ... it had to be done

On school holidays it is easy to forget which day of the week it is.

In term time we have routines. Nigel says I have far too many routines actually. But then being a teacher means living by the bell. You quickly become a creature of habit. You are tuned to meet at 8.30, drink coffee at 10.40, eat at 1.00 etc etc. And I like that. I grew up in a hotel when meals were at specific times. I went striaght from school to university to school where things happen to a timetable. I am a timetable sort of girl. Nigel is NOT.

Anyway _ I digress. It is easy to lose track of days on holiday and we seemed to have lost track of housework day. The house was a mess and in serious need of TLC. So it has been cleaned and tidied and looks back to its usual self now.

Not the nicest way to spend a day ... but it had to be done. And I am very lucky as I only do it in the holidays, Nigel does it the rest of the year.

I have another Pickle Barrel page to share today.

Remember that the Pickle Barrel promotion with all of the great packs on sale for just $1 each runs until tomorrow so snap up those bargains.

This page was made with Pickle Barrel kits called Art Inspired by Lorie M Designs

 

I loved the art easle she created and couldn't wait to use it for a picture.

The photos, the small and the large blended image, were of an artist and his work near Sacre Coeur when we renewed our vows.

 

Today I am thankful for

• sunshine back
• a clean house
• our little pack of cats - so adorable and so attentive. They just love to be with us and be loved

 

 

 

 

 

and finally I want to share this prayer I heard today. I hope you enjoy it too.

 

We pray for the children who sneak Popsicles before supper, who erase holes in math workbooks, who can never find their shoes. And we pray for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire, who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes," who never go to the circus, who live in an X-rated world.

We pray for children who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions, who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money. And we pray for those who never get dessert, who have no safe blanket to drag behind them, who watch their parents watch them die, who can't find any bread to steal, who don't have any rooms to clean up, whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser, whose monsters are real. 

We pray for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday, who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food, who like ghost stories, who shove dirty clothes under the bed, who never rinse out the tub, who get visits from the tooth fairy, who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool, who squirm in church and scream in the phone, whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry. 

And we pray for those whose nightmares come in the daytime, who will eat anything, who have never seen a dentist, who aren't spoiled by anybody, who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep, who live and move, but have no being. We pray for children who want to be carried and for those who must, who we never give up on and for those who don't get a second chance. For those we smother and...for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.

 

Comments

[isobel]

what a beautiful prayer - thanks for sharing
izzy x