Randomness about Cathedrals

Does anyone else ever feel like they have sacrificed so much of themselves that they have very little of themselves left? This is how I felt a couple days ago as we were going through a closet getting ready to turn it into a bathroom. My husband picked up my Cricut machine and went to take it down to the basement...Panic went through me as I watched him start to carry something I love to do down into the basement along with MY easel, My oil paints and canvases my craft supplies...more of me getting put aside because I don't have (MAKE) time for it...My sweet husband immediately started devising a plan to get my hobbies upstairs where they are more accessible and more likely to be used. And no, this plan has not come to life yet, but the fact that he is trying makes me feel like my efforts and sacrifices are not in vain. And just like the craftsmen who built the great cathedrals, what I am building with these sacrifices may never be seen, I will never see it finished, but my creator sees. And the beauty of what I am building will long outlive me. So if you ever feel this way, know that you are not alone. And that your efforts are seen.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Harlie!!! Thank you for teaching me how to be a mom! I love you, I love watching you grow. You have learned so much since school started, it's hard to watch you turn in to the little independent person. But it's amazing to see how smart you are and how quickly you are learning.
I love you my little "Gidget" being your mom is an amazing experience that I wouldn't change for anything.

Setting

I had to change my settings because I am getting comments in Japanese almost everyday, I have no idea who it is and if it continues I will have to go private RSS or no RSS. You now have to log in to a google account to post a comment this way I know who is leaving the comments. Sorry everyone.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

At lunchtime today, Harlie was sitting at one of the chairs in the kitchen playing with the bar stool with her feet. Tipping it back and forth, she tipped it too far and down it went and somehow her too, she hit her head pretty hard on the floor. I yelled at her and looked at the back of her head which looked fine. I told her to stop goofing around and to hurry up and eat. She stopped crying and a couple hours later she had her back to Tyson and I, and Tyson asked "how did she get blood on her dress" I was like what blood and looked at the back of her neck and shirt and there was dried blood on them, and all matted in her hair. So we took her upstairs to rinse it out and get a better look. We couldn't see where it was coming from just that it was still oozing. We went with our gut and I took her to the insta-care..Which was closed...So I took her to another one..Which was also closed. Tyson called me and looked up one that was opened and I took her there. They got us in, put some numbing gel on her wound and we waited..Then finally we got in and they put some more numbing stuff on her head. Then they rinsed, and rinsed and rinsed. Then the dr came in and pulled out a clot..looked at her wound and told her that they were going to have to put in a couple of staples, that it was not large just deep. Harlie was very concerned about staples and told the Dr no. The nurse explained that they were not staples like for paper. There were a different kind of staples, which put Harlie's mind at ease so they put in 2 staples and gave her a Popsicle and we were finally on our way home. Needless to say it was a LOOOOONG Sunday, and we're all drained and I feel like a horrible mom for yelling at her and not taking care of her to begin with .