The "A" is for absolutely amazing. The "plus" is for all the weight I've gained.

Clark has started telling Alice to stop looking at him.


He loves her a lot, but sometimes he and his waffles and fork need privacy.

Lately I've been hiding from everyone, including Luke. Practicing being an introvert. Forcing myself to do stuff that would normally be fun for me but not really enjoying it, because it takes me away from... (shudder) housework.

I don't know why I sometimes go crazy and get hyper-focused on cleaning my house and stuff, but it has been that way. Clean clean clean. Huff huff huff. It's good and bad. My house is really picked up and my floors are shiny but I'm still unsatisfied. (Sorry, in my brain that song plays every time I say that word.)

I guess my house and vacuum and I need privacy?

I took a quiz on Facebook last week that told me I am Type A. (Where would we be without Dr. Facebook to scientifically analyze our lives via quizzes full of misspelled words that produce truths we did not know. Facebook is 2o09's therapist, yes?) I don't know if it's accurate or not. I am sort of kind of Type A. In my imagination, if I could make everything just the way I want it to be, I would be Type A. But I am also kind of ADD. And have been just slightly messy and klutzy my whole life. I spill stuff on my shirt and let my kids make messes and try really really hard but somehow read the directions wrong and end up with a very well executed but slightly off finished product.

Oh my my, the amazing things I turned in in High School and College and recieved Bs on, just because my brain didn't register that the project was specifically about authors from the 20th century or was supposed to be in blue ink and stapled exactly eleven times or whatever.

When I look at the faces of my kids, I know I was not the sole creator. I was not the Creator. I was just the vessel. They are perfect. There isn't a thing off. If someone was grading me, for the very first time in my life I think I would get an A+.

It blows my mind. I didn't read the directions wrong and somehow give birth to very technically beautiful paper dolls.

Thank you Lord.


  1. I am so not type A but I can relate to this very much. I'm one of those all over the grade types (although in school I did get straight A's.)


  2. I so relate. The crazy cleaning, the food on my shirt, the kiddo messes, the whole nine yards. And, yes, yes, yes, isn't God grand?! The entire rest of my life has Type A/ADD results, but my kid...God is totally awesome.

    Have I mentioned lately that you totally crack me up? ;)

  3. What grade did we receive on our Ayn Rand project? I think an A-, which was totally amazing but a totally unfair grade. I miss you guys already!!!!! You like my comment? I know the rules.

  4. Here's the thing - I think it's ALL perfect. Every sparkly beautiful imperfect perfect thing we've got going here is just as it should be. You (a perfect child) and those sweet perfect children of yours too.

  5. I think I am either type W (wierd) or L (lazy) or some combination of LWFC (lazy weird funny cranky)

    There are probably more, I'm probably all supercalifragilistiexpialidocious (or however it is spelled)

    Anyway, you're beautiful, you have a beautiful little family, and a clean house. My house = not so tidy right now. You want to road trip and help me out a bit!?

  6. Sometimes I wish I could be a little more type A, at least at home. I am at work, probably too much.
    I think that I would give you and this post an A+, forever and always.

  7. I look at my kids every day and wonder how in the world I created them. And then I remember, "Wait, _I_ didn't do anything, they are His."

    And that is totally humbling. Also humbling is the realization that He gave them to us for safekeeping and to raise. Wow. What a privilege. Although in the middle of the night? Doesn't seem like so much of a privilege.

  8. I'm the same way when it comes to my house. I could clean for hours (and often do) and it still isn't clean enough.


  9. I love reading your blog. It makes me laugh and makes me happy inside. That's all I have to say. I just thought you should know.

  10. congrats on those beautiful A+ babies.

  11. I love this. I totally get this. Totally. I love this.

    Did I mention I love this post?

  12. You're awesome, Erin. I give your blog an A+, for sure.

    P.S. I'm glad I'm not the only one who spills things on my shirt. I try to blame it on the fact that I'm *always* holding a baby when I'm eating, but that might just be a cover-up. ;)