Livin' the dream.
A friend of mine gave me that phrase yesterday, and I'm claiming it. Because that's what I'm doing. Seriously.
I get to live the dream every day.
And yesterday afternoon started out as a very perfect looking dream. I lit a candle, turned on DI solo piano, and set to work with Blake a seriously gigantic pile of free apples.
Blake and I worked for about an hour processing apples for apple sauce, and then we decided to make a pie for Nate.
And that's when it all broke loose.
Somehow Abby got her hands on the disc-thing that goes in my food processor, and even more-somehow, she got her finger stuck in it. When she tried to pull her finger out, she came away with only half of a fingernail and lots of blood.
I'll spare you the details, but quickly, my afternoon went from looking like this
And then I got the blood stopped, and I figured I'd better finish the pie,
and then Abby fell asleep in her high chair.
Because she managed to play all through naptime yesterday (see Monday's post...). And I was afraid she would fall out of her high chair and she was wearing underwear and I totally wasn't going to put her in her bed with the new clean sheets on it. She's not that trained yet.
So I picked her up and held her and stared once again at this.
And Nate would be home soon and he'd probably be hungry for supper, and I was powerless.
So I called my mom.
And she said, "Just hold her," and then, the ever-encouraging follow-up, "she'll pee on you."
I think she meant it to be encouraging. And it was, because she followed it up with, "Maybe this is just God helping you to slow down a little bit."
And she was right. I looked at Abby and realized there probably won't be too many more times when she'll sleep in my arms like that. And I realized I have the most amazing husband ever, and he's not going to care if the flour canister exploded over the entire kitchen.
And I realized- this is it. I am living the dream...messy as it can be.