Eeyore kind of Day

You know those days when you try and try to keep on top of things only to watch other thing crumble around you.
I guess it's God's way of keeping us humbled and dependent on grace. It's like grace, really. We can't DO anything.

So anyway, I share my day with you. I hope you laugh too.

At 4:07 a.m., Travis decided to shout out "Martha". Since we don't know any Martha's, I can only assume was a dream about the T.V. show "Martha Speaks" either that or he's super spiritual and has been reading about Mary and Martha... by himself...
I thought he would quickly settle back down from his outburst and go back to sleep, but he started whining about seeing Daddy and deer in the backyard (Daddy's on a trip and I'm fairly sure he didn't see any deer in the backyard at 4). Thus, began our day shortly after 4... in the morning.

What an awful hour. I'm still lamenting my last few hours of sleep. I did manage to get the dishes done as well as a handful of odd jobs that have been left undone for about a month... or maybe 6.

I decided to tackle the mountain of laundry. I folded every last item and was down to matching socks. I went to answer the phone and all the piles fell over with domino precision.

I went to mail an order at the Post Office, to which I was told it wasn't packaged in the correct box! Wait What!??? Now there are special boxes? Good thing it's a friends order.

We bought Elmo underwear and decided to give them a try. I used Kate's explanation about not wanting to get Cinderella (in our case, Elmo) wet. 5 minutes later, Travis waddled up to me and said that Elmo had a bath. Let's just say I don't think he understands the concept.

So my mantra... God give me grace! Wait, can I use "mantra" and "God" in the same sentence?