I want to help that cucumber!

So. I'll admit--I've been plagued with a bit of "stuffitis" the last week or two. You know what I'm talking about...closer to "the grass is greener" and "somewhere over the rainbow" as opposed to a main character on Hoarders, but you get my drift. I want a permanently clean house, clothes, more sleep (big one), a different car, free time...things like that. I live & know I have more way than I need or deserve but for some reason, I've been wanting more.

I was grumbling about having to vacuum the second day in a row and after posting a status on Facebook about how frustrating it can be to go from terrific to tornado in 2.6 seconds, I remembered reading someone else's status about a friend whose little girl went to be with Jesus. Dose of Reality #1.

Then came Dose of Reality #2. Colb came into our room with me and was laying on the bed, putting his hands all over me...arms around my arm, in my hair, etc. I asked him what was going on and he said, "I just need you." "Okay, God--I get it. Kids who love me and need me? Way better than a clean house anyday."

Finally, after a few minutes of cuddling with the Colbster, we got up and I walked back into the room where Dub & Colb were watching Veggie Tales--it was the story of the God Samaritan...Larry was beaten up and stuffed in a whole (upside down) and left like that.  All of a sudden, Colby asked, "Mom! Can you lift me into that movie?" A bit confused, I went to see what he was talking about. I thought he was talking about switching DVDs on Dub (drama waiting to happen).

"What do you mean, Colb?"
"I want to help that cucumber!"
"Oh, Colby--Honey, it's a movie. We can't go into the story like that."
"But you can try, Mom! Can you lift me up and we'll see?"

So, I did. I tried. I lifted Colby up and after letting his little head bump the TV screen (No worries, dear--your TV is on the wall very securely :) ), he realized we couldn't, in fact, join the story/movie.

When will I realize that free time, sleep, a more often kept clean house, etc. won't make me happy? When will I remember that little boys who just want to cuddle won't want to do that forever? When will I remember that these little boys are only here for a little while and I have to hold onto this little bit of heaven (them) while I can? That breadcrumbs on the floor, while they drive me crazy, don't matter? That PJ days are ok every once in awhile?

Just some rambling. I guess what I am trying to remember daily is that I am truly and completely blessed. God is way bigger & better than I give Him credit for.