This past weekend was our annual family reunion in Eva, TN and we had so much fun. The kids and I left Friday after school and Jeremy surprised us by coming over on Saturday night. Jeremy was not feeling well and was going to stay home the entire weekend, but decided to join us. The seasonal allergies hit us pretty hard last week and Jeremy, Sam, and Emma were coughing and sounded horrible. They were not running a fever so we just treated it like allergies and they seem to be better. I am enjoying our short week of school but it does make things a little bit crazier trying to get everything done that needs to be done. On the subject of my craziness, I learned a great lesson this afternoon. We have been trying to sell our house for a while now. At first my house was spic and span all the time and especially when I knew we would not be home. Well, we have had a grand total of TWO people come to look at our house. Each time I worked myself silly scrubbing and cleaning until every inch of the house sparkled. Each visit the people said they liked the house but one couple thought we lived too far out and the other couple liked our house the best out of the 12 that they saw but we never heard anything. The reason we want to sell the house is because we want to get out of debt. We want to rent something cheaper and get out from under a mortgage. Well as the months have dragged on I have become very discouraged and my zeal to keep my house clean with three small kids has greatly wavered. I usually give the house a good cleaning on Friday night or Saturday and hope it does not fall apart during the week. If I can be honest I have been feeling a little sorry for myself and freaking out over the things that I have no control over. I have also fallen in the trap of looking around at those around me and wondering why things seem to be working out for them. Last night I found myself reflecting back to five and half years ago when I felt the exact same way and I read something that changed my thinking. God is writing MY story and He is writing everyone's story and each persons story is unique to the plans that God has for that person. I have got to stop trying to compare my story to someone else's because God has a different plan for my life. Even when I do not like the chapter He is writing I need to hang on and trust Him because He is the only one that knows what happens next. OK, sorry, back to how I learned my lesson. We got back home on Sunday. Monday was a lazy day of going out to breakfast and taking long naps. Tuesday was back to school and a few loads of laundry done. Today was a crazy morning and then off to school. I get home this afternoon and I noticed that the light was on in my bedroom. I was sure I had turned it off. My phone rings and it is Jeremy. "I have some bad news," he says, in which my heart drops. He then says "Someone came to look at the house today." Horror does not even begin to describe the feeling that washed over me. I went from room to room to discover what I already knew, EVERY ROOM WAS A DISASTER! There was not one bed made. All suitcases with clothes spilling out were in my bedroom floor. All the kids jammies (along with their underwear) were covering the bathroom floor. Lunch stuff was on the counter and dishes piled high in the sink. Laundry room covered with unwashed clothes and a basket full of clean clothes ready to greet them as they walked in the front door. Oh, I could go on but I will stop before I cry. Jeremy calls our real estate agent and come to find out it was a single guy and he did not even notice the mess. He saw several houses today and ours and another are on his list of favorites. He is a cash buyer and that would help with selling. When Jeremy called me back to tell me I laughed and cried because it was another reminder that I am NOT the one in control. God can sell my house even if it is an absolute mess! I am going to ask that you would pray that this man would buy our house. I will keep you posted if he makes an offer!