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Unsettled

Advent starts this weekend. I have been reading blogs about unplugging to help bring the focus where it needs to be. This year is just so hard. I don't know how to juggle all these things that have to get done and keep my heart and mind calm. I want to pull out all the Advent books and calendars and wreaths and cozy up with the kids and just be.

Today, I have to get the house clean by lunchtime so it can be shown by the real estate agent. Tomorrow, I have to travel to visit family, which means a lot of mess when we get home. Then my family will be split for the rest of Advent. Half of us will go to my parent's house and help out there while my dad has his surgery. The other half will remain here until Christmas. Then, only God knows. We have no clear cut plans after that except that the packers will be here the first week in January. Everything is so unsettled, uncalm. (I know that is not a word) The kids are feeding on all this crazy and are just that, wild and crazy. There is also one other big source of stress that I cannot go into right now, but suffice it to say it is a biggie and the cause of much angst.

Remember my beautiful tree from last week?


This morning, I looked out the window and was so sad to see my tree like this...


I feel kind of like this tree looks, tired and sad.

I will try and rally myself and make the best of the situation as it is. My morning coffee is already helping.

Oh, I do have a milestone to report. Peter officially weaned himself this past weekend. I thought I would be so happy to eat dairy again. I found out I don't want cream in my coffee anymore. Who would have thought?

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  1. Jennie C.November 26, 2013 at 3:01 PM

    Sometimes, you just have to embrace the crazy. It doesn't make you less holy, less faithful, less Christian, less Catholic. It's just the season you're in. Do what you can to find some order in the chaos and let go of that "ideal" of what Advent should be. This is from God, too!

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  2. MellanieNovember 26, 2013 at 3:12 PM

    Your tree is not tired and sad. It has put away its beautiful clothes so it can have a nice long comfortable sleep. Yours is the one with the sensible bedtime (would I expect anything less? ;-})--it's wondering why the party animals haven't put away their autumn garb and gone to sleep, too.

    The rest of it, I don't have much advice. Chaos is my middle name, and I haven't been doing too well myself lately. I guess I would just advise you to look for moments to cherish and memories to treasure.

    Turn it over to God and remember how many people love you.

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  3. AnneNovember 26, 2013 at 3:41 PM

    love you.. breathe...life is the journey....it's putting out fires, laughing, crying, cleaning up messes. Army life is like no other but just think..in a short time you will be living on another continent! how cool is that? You got this! :)

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  4. KarenNovember 26, 2013 at 7:33 PM

    Military wives: my heroes! Keeping you in my prayers.

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  5. KrisNovember 29, 2013 at 9:29 PM

    I'm keeping you in my prayers. I know this is a trying time. Just turn it over to God and let Him lead. Easier said than done, I know. Hang in there, my friend.

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  6. UnknownDecember 2, 2013 at 4:30 AM

    Jenny,
    You are the strongest woman I know! You are very brave and you have a beautiful family.
    I understand some of the things you are going through and I will (and do) pray for you every day.
    I also thank God for bringing you into my life. You have taught me so much and you will always have a special place in my heart. I am always here for you and love you very much.

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