The Gift of the Mundane and the Boring

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Five of the children and I left the house this afternoon to run a fast errand, leaving the 7-year-old at home with his dad. As we were leaving, my husband pushed himself off of the couch and told our son, “We might as well go and get our hair cut while they’re out.”
Far from being upset by this turn of events, our boy hopped with pleasure and said, “Hooray! Time alone with Dad!” They went straight to the barber shop, and then came straight back home, but our son was beaming with pleasure as he skipped back through the door.
It wasn’t a big planned outing. It wasn’t even anything outside of our ordinary routines

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I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy.

I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training.

I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter.

I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating.

I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be.

I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes.

I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.

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