Look at these girls. They're just barely a few months old, and for a while now, they've known the joy of finding that one fascinating stick. They're nearly twins in their coat patterns, but they definitely have their own little-big habits and thoughts! On the left is baby Higgins, the right is Baby Trudy. Notice in the next picture, Mama Bunny saunters up to check it out, too. See the face on that middle baby in the second shot? That's the face that kills me. I think Trudy will always have a baby face. And no worries, my baby boy is fine, off playing in the near-distance, and these babies and mama are only allowed outside under supervision. After a little over an hour outside, they got put to bed with a snack.
Speaking of tired, my least favorite way to start out a week is tired, but that's where I am today. I'm embracing it, though, because what else can you possibly do? I've given myself permission to be exhausted, no joke. But there is that saying that "no one is coming to save you." I tend to believe for the most part, that even if you believe you've found a soft place to land, it's only a matter of time before reality sets in and you realize that the responsibility of your life is just that - your responsibility. The constant expectation of relying on others to make life better? That's a giant rabbit hole, and I've always tried to avoid going down it, if at all possible. That's not to say that we don't let others help us from time to time. Of course we do! But in the end, if your boots get pulled up and your belt adjusted, it's gonna be by you. Other people have their own boots and belts to deal with. So today, in my fatigue, I'll suck it up and keep going because that's what a lot of us do, and God bless you if you're one of those people. I know it feels like you're walking through waist-high mud on days like this! I'm right there with you.
So begins another week. I'm craving clam chowder today, so I'm looking forward to a bowl of that for lunch, and no I did not make it! Some things it's just easier to buy in the interest of time and frugality. I'm craving Manhattan style for a bit of a change, although I do love the old-fashioned New England style tremendously. Not exactly the perfect weather for chowder- 83 and stray thunderstorms - but when your office is always chilly, it's nice to have something warm for lunch!
4 comments:
I just love these babies and their mama! They are so stinkin' cute. I'm going to spill the beans: dad is making shrimp chowder for your supper. It looks delish in the pics..it's a recipe I found online. Two chowders in one day: here comes fall! When I'm tired I tell myself 'you'll sleep/rest when you're dead". I come from a family who put on their belt and pulled up their boots...no one rescued them...God gave them grace sufficient to sustain them. Everything else, they were at the mercy of man and the time in history of their day...lots of hard times, they had..some at their own hand. But they never played the victim and that is why, when these whiny babies of today play the victim, it makes me mad. The whiny babies have never suffered, relatively speaking. They seem to be ingrates and incapable of holding themselves accountable..it's always the government's fault or the fault of rich people. This is what happens when God is kicked out of a nation. He gets replaced with something far inferior.
Those babies and Bunny are easy to love. I remember when my boys were still small. I would go in their nursery constantly just to pick them up and feel them and smell them and hold them. They were sweet as sugar and even now, at times, at just 2.5 years old, I still get a whiff of new-baby smell every now and then.
I generally just walk away from whiners. You can't talk sense into them, and it just becomes an energy drain.
One of my Mother’s favorite sayings was “ pull yourself up by your bootstraps and keep on going”. Great advice.
It truly is, and on the hard days, it’s invaluable to hear the voice of our strongest influencers in our head. Sometimes remembering my grandma is what keeps me going.
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