So at 10, I got up and made some coffee and breakfast while Gideon enjoyed some "tummy time." At 10:45 he was getting tired again. I couldn't believe it. I fed him and put him in his bed. He was out in like 2 seconds. I walked out of his room and took one look around my house and thats when it all started...
OUR HOUSE IS A WRECK... haha. Seriously. There is toys and baby things everywhere. The dishes are piled in the sink from the night before. There is a heap of clothes in front of the washer from the million outfits we change into each day because of a lovely thing called acid reflux. I felt like I was going crazy as I looked around our house. So I did what any person would do. I started to clean things up. But something about cleaning just wasn't right. I kept hearing a voice in my head say "Come spend time with me." I suppressed the voice just once and kept folding laundry. But I couldn't deny the voice a second time. I heard it again. "Come spend time in My Word."