old age, and just life

I don't feel old at all.  I feel like my age...30.  But, sometimes people say things that make me think maybe I am just living in denial and I am really getting old. 

Example of crazy things said to me: one of the contractors working on our kitchen saw a picture of Kyle's cousin on our fridge who is graduating from HS, probably at least 17 years old.  The guy asked if he was my son.  I said, "no".  But, I was thinking are you crazy? :) Do I look like I am old enough to have a 17 year old son? I wanted to be a smart mouth and say, "yea, it is my son, I gave birth at age 13!"  Come one people.  I think he might have been smoking some serious crack. 

I know we are all getting older, but my daughter is really getting big to me.  She is in the climbing, telling on other's and getting onto things stage.  Funny times.  Last night, she managed to get into all my children's ministry bag with watercolors.  When Kyle walked in the door from turning on the sprinkler, she came running around the corner with a paint brush in each hand saying, "I'm painting".  He was a little psyched out at this point and thinking of the worst possible scenarios. :)  He says, "show daddy what you painted".   She led him to the bathroom to show him she had painted the toilet and the door jam.  Not too bad, because it could all be easily washed off.   This has just suddenly happened because she has never been a child that gets into things.  Her babysitters would always tell me that they were surprised how she doesn't get into things.  It has changed I guess! ugh! Since Emma likes painting so much, I am taking her with me tonight to Color Me Mine to paint pottery with some girlfriends.  This could be really fun or a disaster! 

The exercise is over and I am glad.  I feel like we worked all weekend.  Probably because we did.  Friday my kitchen was a disaster with the counter top install, Saturday we put the remaining plumbing stuff back together and worked in the yard until I couldn't stand it any longer, Sunday was NOT a day of rest with preparing and then going to church.  Today I feel a little like I have been hit by a truck. I still have some yard work to do this week.  It never ends when you have a house.  Sometimes it makes me weary, but I love it.  I love the sense of accomplishment of finishing a project.  The sad part is, I have about 10 projects going at the same time.  I'm not exaggerating. I think just about everyone I know is like this too.  We all get in way too deep over our heads with things we think are important that we accomplish.  

 This morning before even getting out of bed, I had a list of things to do ticking in my head.  But, I was reminded of the verse, "one thing is needful".   There will always be a million projects to do, bills to pay, groceries to buy, clothes to fold and meals to prepare.  But, only one thing is really a necessity for a great life.... spending time with our God.