I Sing while I Paint.

Outward appearances can be misleading, just looking at people, do you know what they are? What do they do for a living? Are they married? Do they have Kids, do they live here? are they just visiting?Ugh! We just never know… As a mom I try to keep up with Joneses, and at times I wish I were that mysterious type that I am in constant question about. However, I am mom, and that is where I remain, for now. I have nothing to complain about however, I undoubtedly have the most gorgeous kids in the world, of course! (What Mom doesn’t) The most amazing supportive Husband a girl could ever ask for and a great blessed life. However, the thing I struggle with most is time is that, Time. Time escapes from my grasp, the more I to hold on, the more it slips from underneath me, dropping me straight on my derriere! Even when I have time, I take a down time just to breath and then nothing gets done… So how in the world would I ever have time to do what I truly love to do? If I sing while my kids are napping they wake. If I paint while my kids are napping I don’t have enough time, and they wake, while bath follows after because of all the paint that just hit the floor. Even now, as I’m typing this, my son is in my lap. Oh the life of a mom.. never perfect and never regretted:) I am still soooo grateful! Julia