I'll do the laundry for you
Remnants. Reminds me that I am poor and just hoping for scraps of heaven in my day.
Breakfast. Cheerios for Daddy, fresh bread for littles, old pizza for mom.
I have been praying a lot. Reminding the Lord of my heart concerning the delivery of this baby. Part of me wants to get this done. But it's a small part. I remember all too well laboring for 40 hours just over a year ago. The Lord seems to be whispering to my heart, "Rest beloved. Enjoy your children. Things are going to get harder. Spend time in love and peace."
My house isn't clean, I still haven't found the hammock. I'm not concerned. Having a new baby will not change these things. Dishes will still come, laundry will still need to be folded. Mouths will still hunger (just more of them). Washing and preparing won't make the work dissapear.
My children have completed some of their school books. We are taking a little school break over the next few days. Momma will catch up on marking, the children will play and enjoy each other. I will read to them and cuddle them. Make nourishing food and maybe some not so nourishing treats. Food for the soul.
I will wait upon the Lord and rest in peace and joy with what I have. This new babe will be here soon enough, and I will be tired. So very tired. You never know what each new one will bring, what the challenges will be. For today I have familiar challenges. Ones that I know. It makes them simple, usually.