Peace.

Today I am peaceful. Maybe it's because both of my kids are napping and Eliza is asleep on my bed so I can't really leave the room for fear that she will fall off. I made a promise to try to avoid letting that happen...again... But really I think I am learning a new deep contentment for living day to day.

My house is a mess. Our bedroom is scattered with various, somewhat organized piles of clothes. Mine because I'm not good at putting them away. Some of Joel's because he likes to wear things again until he really feels they are dirty. Some that are too small for Jeremiah. Some that I have organized for Eliza for this summer. And a huge stack of ones to sell. Not too mention the dirty pile of laundry that only ever disappears for about an hour before it starts again.

But it's okay. Lately I have opted for going to bed early and reading more books and coloring more pages and sticking new stickers all over the house. And I'm okay with that. I'm okay right now with my house needing more attention than it is getting because that means my kids are getting the attention.

I have dreams of one day waking up earlier than my kids to keep a cleaner house. But that's not today. Instead I will harp on the spurts of energy I sometimes, although rarely, get during nap time to clean up a bit. Maybe reorganize to make life more efficient.

But today, instead, I will type this while I listen to my sweet baby sleeping next to me. The one who still isn't sleeping through the night and especially lately needs some extra mom loving. And I will soak it up. I will let her sleep on my shoulder if that's the only way she is comforted. And although I will feel much more rested, I will probably cry the day that she decides her bed is for her.

Peace.