When the Fair Leaves Town

This week we have been able to hear the fair outside in our driveway, inside the house and even inside the kids room when we are doing the nighttime routine. I can smell it outside and driving by it- is complete chaos.

I remember when I was in junior high how I had to bargain with mema pat on how many days I could actually go and how a whole two weeks in October revolved around the fair. Later, it mattered who was playing and in the last five years, food was more of a draw than anything.

I think life is like the fair in so many ways. Seems really hectic for a few days and then you look around and the "fair" has left town. Right now I'm working really hard on my event and days seem 4 hours too short. I'm stressed and working against the clock- but the ferris wheel at home keeps turning. I'm so grateful. So full of joy that I have so much fruit in my life. We are at this pivotal period where we are snapping three little lives- lives I prayed for. Lives I begged for. Lives that I told God I would shape to live him if he would give them to me.

This past weekend was so good. We stayed home. It was planned and the plan was rich. We ate take out on Friday, got the air mattress out and watched shows. We had a full on thanksgiving meal on Saturday, cleaned out the garage, watched football, went on a picnic at the park(gg is walking everywhere now)and just enjoyed every second of every laugh.

I had just returned from a work trip and being with them and drinking those giggles was just what I needed. Sunday we went to church. Because our kids don't do daycare, I dread their cries when we drop them at Sunday school. But this Sunday was perfect. No one really fell apart. We attended a class on disciplining toddlers.

I think because I wanted them so badly, my disciplining department could use a little guidance. I'm weak. I want obedient kids and I want a happy healthy home- so this is so good for our souls. We learned, we talked, we got on the same page. I think we are stronger in just one Sunday. We're going back for more next week.

So as the carnies load their trucks and the weekend came to an end I was thankful this year. Thankful that I didn't eat one cold corny dog, thankful that while I could hear the fair and the roar of the crowds- that I took the year off.

Hope you ate something yummy this weekend. And if you went to the fair- you ate a caramel dipped apple for me ;)

Happy Monday!