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Day 19: He’s so Jolly Proud of You!

This largely unedited free-write is linking up with the Write 31 Days Challenge. // indicates the start and stop of five minutes. The prompt word for today is NOTICE. Go!

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//  I could feel myself hyperventilating. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel, tightening pressure on my chest. How on earth was I going to get everything done today? It wasn’t just one thing, it was twenty. Piano lessons, urgent clients with pressing deadlines, supper needing to be prepared, laundry needing to be hung, and now my daughter having a meltdown. Why are high school girls so cruel?

I desperately prayed, “God, You’ve got to help me now. I can’t do this all.”

I arrived home to find extra people in the house; my husband and some of our friends who were needing his computer expertise. Kids informing me they also needed to be at a youth meeting at five. Husband informing me that we had another appointment at seven.

“Oh, Jesus. I have to get this work done, now, or I’m going to be in trouble. I can’t jeopardize this job.”

Daughter informing me that she desperately needs new shoes before the award ceremony tomorrow. Shops are only open for another hour and a half.

“Oh, Father, help…” //

And then the miraculous happened.   Read more

Day 14: Heaven in a Cardboard Box

This largely unedited free-write is linking up with the Write 31 Days Challenge. // indicates the start and stop of five minutes. The prompt word for today is MAIL. Go!

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//  Please Mom… Please send us some toothpaste. Yes, I know there’s toothpaste here, but I can’t find ANYTHING that we like.

Please Mom… Please send us some crackers. I’ve tried every package on the shelf, but NOTHING tastes like home.

Please Mom… Please send us some Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. We keep trying different chocolate bars and they look similar, but they don’t taste the same AT ALL.

Please Mom… Please send us some red licorice. We’ve tried different brands and styles, but we’re ALWAYS so disappointed.

Please Mom… Please send us some Tim Horton’s coffee. I just need to taste HOME again.

Please Mom… We’re desperate.

It’s amazing how certain tastes and smells can trigger a tidal wave of memory and desire. We’d only been in South Africa for three months, and we were doing remarkably well, considering.

But let me tell you, being the MOM on this runaway train was a ride that I wasn’t prepared for.

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Day 13: Cut Yourself Some Slack

This largely unedited free-write is linking up with the Write 31 Days Challenge. // indicates the start and stop of five minutes. The prompt word for today is AWARE. Go!

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Haha! I just had a good giggle. As I prepare each day to write on the various word prompts, I often do a little research… Scripture verses, definitions, synonyms, antonyms, and even famous quotes.

Today, I decided to look up antonyms for the prompt word “Aware.” Get ready. This is how Vocabulary.com defined the word “unaware” (it looks like their writers are enjoying their jobs)

  • Unaware is simply the opposite of “aware.” If you are unaware, you have no idea what’s going on.
  • To be unaware is to be totally incognizant (but not incontinent).
  • To be “caught unawares” means you were caught off guard or by surprise. Either way, you’ve got your head in the clouds about something.
  • Now some people might say that ignorance is bliss, but the guy in the crosswalk who was unaware of the bus barreling down on him at full speed might disagree.

And their synonym choices included: oblivious, unconscious, and asleep.

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// So, here we go…

Oh, how we as SuperMoms can ALL relate to this. Can I get a shout out from all the moms who have ever tried to function in a state of partial or complete sleep deprivation?

No joke. It’s amazing what we are capable of accomplishing, despite the fact that we are completely and utterly exhausted. I’m sure you have a few stories to tell, don’t you?

Here are some of my not-so-brilliant sleep-deprived moments.

  • I remember telling my husband “Oh, you can’t park there, it’s HANDI-WIPED.
  • I also told him, “Honey, can you please go out and CUT THE CARPET?”  He was like, “Suuuuure, I’ll get right on that.”
  • I remember telling him that “Supper is ready. Go sit on the machine.”

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