Confessions of a Food Hoarder

I hoard food. I was always hungry as a child, not at home, but when we were out or I was at a friends house, so I keep lots of food in my purse. Eventually that food makes it to the box where I keep my receipts or worse stays in old handbags or gets shuffled into a box or bag in the attic.

This must be why Despereaux and his brethren moved into my house last month. I apparently keep a very hospitable house for a small family of field mice. I think I found the last hiding place for my food stores this morning (a box in my closet). There was a small package of grits and a couple of pieces of Christmas candy (from last year!). The mice had come and taken and moved on. (We got rid of the family- and the hidden food- a few weeks ago since we discovered they had been living on the much more plentiful food stores in the attic.)

Yuck, yuck, and double yuck! Right now I have several pieces of candy and a granola bar in my purse. I am making my first new year's resolution. To clean out my purse regularly and not to keep food anywhere but in the kitchen. Thankfully the mice never made it there...

Still purging...

Monday's appointment was not productive, except that I am realizing that I need to prove to my husband that I am trustworthy. I am still in some kind of limbo. He wants me to work, not homeschool and not have another baby. I don't know how to reconcile that with what I want... Just praying.

I am purging...

I am up in the attic for today and all of next week, boxing everything up. Once it is boxed up, I will go through it box by box to decide what to keep, what to throw away, what to sell, and what to give away. My husband is so happy. I am doing a lot of thinking while I am up there. We have a counseling appointment Monday and I am thinking hard about what I want. Meanwhile, I am also listening to my mom's CDs of Nancy Leigh DeMoss. I am committed to declutter and destress inspired by this post: A Dangerous Immune Disorder

Tis the Season

...to read to the children
...to pray
...to appreciate your loved ones
...to serve someone else
...to give a smile
...to eat with your family

This is my song...

Come to Jesus
Oh, my baby, when you're older
Maybe then you'll understand
You have angels to dance around your shoulders
'Cause at times in life you need a helping hand

Oh, my baby, when you're prayin'
Leave your burden by my door
You have Jesus standing at your bedside
To keep you calm, keep you safe,
Away from harm

Worry not my daughters,
Worry not my sons
Child, when life don't seem worth livin'
Come to Jesus and let Him hold you in His arms

Oh, my baby, when you're cryin'
Never hide your face from me
'cause I have conquered hell and driven out the demons
I have come with a light to set you free

Worry not my daughters,
Worry not my sons
Child, when life don't seem worth livin'
Come to Jesus and let Him hold you in His arms

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, my baby, when you're dying
Believe the healing of His hand
Here in Heaven we will wait for your arrival
Here in Heaven you will finally understand
Here in Heaven we will wait for your arrival
Here in Heaven you will finally understand

Worry not my daughters,
Worry not my sons
Child, when life don't seem worth livin'
Come to Jesus and let Him hold you in His arms

Not much to say...

Except that I cry every single day, sometimes every hour, and not just about the baby. I am still on a tv fast. My girlfriend at work told me that she was going to fast and pray about an issue and we got to talking about the importance of fasting when you really need God to hear you and you really need to hear God. I did some thinking, and while my waistline would prefer the food fast, my heart and mind need the tv fast. We'll see how it goes.

I have an ob appointment for my first check up since the baby tomorrow. Hopefully my hormones have returned to normal.

Quiet Day

I have decided to go on a tv fast for Advent. Maybe I'll even add a bloggy fast, since I am having a hard time (emotionally) right now when I read about other people's happy perfect lives. I am working hard on being content, but envy is creeping up on me all the time.

Today, we went to church and hardly anyone was there. I came home and went grocery shopping with hubby. On the way, as he is prone to do, he took me on a detour to buy new hampers for our laundry. Since the utility room is painted now (yesterday's project), he wanted new pretty hampers to go in there. I will post pics as soon as I get the trim touched up and the liners for the hampers finished.

Now I am settling down to read to the girls until choir time.