more praise for the pray rain journal

this is just really getting amazing. once it happens, you think "YAY!" then time passes, and you think, "oh that could just have been coincidence." then it happens again and you think "DOUBLE YAY!" then more time passes yadda yadda yadda. but then it just keeps happening and you can't just keep thinking coincidence. that just defies math! the law of attraction kicks the law of math's butt! oh i'm going to copyright that phrase and have it put on my tombstone.

"what?!" you say. okay, i'll get on with it.

the day started like any other.

boom! from the two year old's room. that means he is awake.
"dad!"
"dad!"
"dad!"
we look at the clock. it is 6:30. apparently, there is still a 6:30 in the morning. i totally thought they got rid of that after daylight saving's day. who knew.
then
"crap!" that's the word my husband starts his day with. i have been countering that lately with lots of gratitude and positive intentions before i even open my eyes (apart from looking at the clock, that is). but the day has still started with the word "crap." could be worse, let me tell you. he's northern irish, and expletives are just part of the language.

my daughter is home with pink eye again today. that means hubby has 2 year old and 8 year old to care for today. he's lovely, but his patience has limits.

i want the best for my kids. i will eventually find a way to stop working and still have a great income. i know i will get that to work. in the meantime, what can i do now to make a great day? well, traffic was slow-movin', so i did some reiki for a nice day and good behaviour and a huge supply of patience for the troops.

then i got to work and took a mo' to do a few pages of pray rain journal writing. i wrote about how lovely b is and how he lovingly spends time with the children and on and on. and i was *there* mentally. i may or may not have tossed in how lovely it is that he picks his socks up. who's to remember exactly. a lot of people were writing. . .

i tried to focus on feeling love and gratitude all day. there were dips. i wasn't all that grateful for the faggots served at the canteen. they came with mushy peas, and i prefer other food served with non-mushy veggies, so i was quite grateful that i'd remembered to leave some food in the fridge from last week. nice.

the day continued on in quite a quiet way.

then i got home. i couldn't believe how tidy the house was. had...it...been
.....vacuumed?
holy flying monkeys!
the ... dishes .... were done.
the . . . kitchen floor - spotless - even under the table!

folks, i'm telling you, if i didn't believe in the pray rain journal before (which i did), holy something something-edy- something! i believe it now!

apparently there had been a trip to jazzy jungle (kids play place), a trip to mcdonald's and he had picked up some groceries. my husband took the children on an outing and brought back some groceries.

i joked before about looking for the pod. that day was NOTHING compared to this.

OH! AND what was he doing when i got home? m-a-k-i-n-g my daughter some dinner. not slopping some canned good on a plate - he scrambled some eggs! okay he started the eggs, which we finished (m1 likes trying to cook), but HEY he started them!

this is an AMAZING side of this man that i didn't think i'd EVER see!

now tomorrow's journal is going to appreciate how he has stopped snoring. . . .

who says you can't have it all?

if anyone asks me how to fix their life i'm going to tell them they need to pick a good notebook and get a good pen. i can't BELIEVE i waited so long to do this - the words from Abraham have stuck in my brain for so long 'write pages and pages and pages' - how long ago did i hear that and go "yeah yeah yeah i'll get to it."

GET TO IT NOW!!!!

and you, too, will say WOW. or whatever *you* say when your life goes "pop!" in a good way.