Me.

I’ve been thinking about my life a bit…

I married the guy I dated at the end of college. We have three boys who somehow all resemble my husband, I thought my genes would be stronger. I drink my coffee with more creamer than coffee. My alarm clock is set for 5:10am Monday through Friday. I blowdry and straighten my hair every third day. I can’t remember the lyrics to any songs other than Jingle Bells and Our God is an Awesome God. I check my weight by how tight my jeans are and 99% of the time my toenails are polished . I love asparagus and spinach but loath broccoli and brussel sprouts. Most mornings I hop I into my SUV and drive my kids across town to the the top-rated schools in our city. On special days, we stop by Starbucks for hot chocolate and bagels, as well as picking up a latte for the teacher. I get to walk my kids to the gate or doorway of school each morning.  I enjoy cooking and am currently lusting over the LeCreuset dutch oven at Williams-Sonoma. I don’t own a food processor and think that’s a crime. I’ve never gone hungry a day in my life. My boys have two sets of grandparents who love them like crazy and spoil them rotten. (My 3 year-old thinks life’s biggest injustice is that he doesn’t have a $100 bill.) All while they have so many toys, they don’t even know that I stash some of them away. My hands are always dry because I wash them too much. I have anti-bac/soap/wipes in the diaper bag, in my handbag, at every sink in the house, at the diaper station, in the cabinet by the toilet, and strategically placed at 4 separate places in my car. ( A little OCD?) Last week my biggest travesty was that holes broke through on my designer jeans. Not those jeans.

As I type this on my fairly new laptop, the current book that I just received from amazon is sitting on the arm of my chair. My cell phone is a foot away along with my DSLR camera and make-up bag. Note, there is no Target make-up in that bag.

I live in the perfect American box.

Husband, check.

Kids, check.

Home, check.

Car, check.

Two dogs, check.

College education, check.

Credit cards in wallet, check.

Completely unsatisfied and always wanting more, check, check, check.

I believe its time for a change. I don’t like the sort of change I feel coming on. You know, sometimes Jesus prompts us a little out of our comfort zone so He can do great things. Yeah, I’d much rather say I’ll see you after a trip to Nordstrom .