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Mr Smith made me change the picture in the last post. I just want you to understand how he has opinions. He said that was the worst picture of us. While I agree it wasn't awesome, I reminded him how we don't have many and I wonder whose fault that is . . . oh the Smiths . . .

Sometimes I read what others write and I'm like BINGO why couldn't I say it like that? Don't we all just love hearing when someone else has been there too? Or just when they say exactly what we mean. I love it. So hear are some posts that did exactly that for me:


I am definitely one who believes in the power of small check lists. As soon as I started making them I felt like a new woman. Still a stay at home mom, but all of a sudden I felt power from accomplishing something, anything. Maybe it's pride that makes us want to jump straight to the big things, but we are struggling humans that need to work our way up and filtering through all the garbage that never really mattered any way. This was my favorite excerpt: 

"Women who appear to have it all together never have it all together, they just have the right things together.  They have just enough together to enjoy this season instead of merely surviving it, though there is some of that."

Next is the questions that will save your marriage


I have ALWAYS hated the question "how are you doing?" because I'm awkward and want to answer it truthfully, when in all actuality I just need to smile and say "it's good" because we don't have all day to get into it. I'm awkward because I don't even know where to start. So I love her calling everyone's bluff on this stupid question. And hello I totally think Mr Smith's walk to the mailbox when he comes home seems like a century. She nailed it; I'm so excited to have more kids:

"How was my day? Today has been a lifetime. It was the best of times and the worst of times. There were moments when my heart was so full I thought I might explode, and there were other moments when my senses were under such intense assault that I was CERTAIN I'd explode. I was both lonely and absolutely desperate to be alone. I was saturated -- just BOMBARDED with touch and then the second I put down this baby I yearned to smell her sweet skin again. I was simultaneously bored out of my skull and completely overwhelmed with so much to do. Today was too much and not enough. It was loud and silent. It was brutal and beautiful. I was at my very best today and then, just a moment later, at my very worst. At 3:30 today I decided that we should adopt four more children, and then at 3:35 I decided that we should give up the kids we already have for adoption. Husband -- when your day is completely and totally dependent upon the moods and needs and schedules of tiny, messy, beautiful rug rats your day is ALL OF THE THINGS and NONE OF THE THINGS, sometimes within the same three minute period. But I'm not complaining. This is not a complaint, so don't try to FIX IT. I wouldn't have my day Any.Other.Way. I'm just saying -- it's a hell of a hard thing to explain -- an entire day with lots of babies."
There was another popular post "letting your husband love you" and basically called me out on those moments where I am sharp on the phone with Mr Smith when he is calling just to say he is coming home, to me. But my impatience is boiling over with the tiniest things that as soon as he walks in I'm like take the baby already, dinner is burning, don't lie to me when you say I'm beautiful I'm well aware I didn't manage a shower today" & you stopped at Lowe's AGAIN?!. Somehow I make life so difficult when it's not. I mean it can be BUT I know how lucky we are to have daddy. It's a blessed time of day when daddy comes home and all I want is for him to feel appreciated and loved.

And goodness you will want to love everyone after watching this video




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