Dream Team

The Ross Incident of 2013.

It is Monday and I LOVE Mondays. Why do I love Mondays? Because I get to live the dream on Monday! I get to be a mom and wife ALL day.

Today we worked on the letter N. We read about Noah, worked on our numbers, painted, laughed, danced, made banana and peanut butter ice cream. I tried two new recipes I had pinned on Pinterest, did a little work on A’s birthday party, and wrote a guest post for Not Quite Amish.

o-ROSS-LEATHER-PANTS-facebookI may not have even showered or as I write this at 9:32 p.m. gotten out of my pajamas…I love it!

But then there was a hiccup in the day. I put my daughter (almost 3) down for her nap. We read a few stories, listened to a few songs and then I left. She was crying but shortly after it stopped! I thought to myself “Excellent! She is sleeping peacefully!” About an hour later she all of the sudden wonders into my office covered from head to toe in something white. She has taken a bottle of baby powder and a bottle of lotion and made the concoction that stopped Ross on Friends from getting his pants back on and put it all over her, her walls, her chocolate brown carpet, her sheets and all the clothes she had removed from her closet. IT WAS THE BIGGEST MESS I HAD EVER SEEN!!!! And what made it even worse is that she did it intentionally so she could get out of her room because as soon as she arrived in my office looking like a walking snow ball she said “I gotta go to brother’s room.”

UG! It was in that moment and the moments following that the dream bubble burst. Maybe I am not cut out for this, maybe I wouldn’t even make a good full time mom, maybe my kids are better off in Preschool full time because their teachers always tell me they are perfect and full of good choices?????

Wow! Isn’t it crazy how quickly we can doubt the dream???

Why couldn’t I just laugh at the above moment, take some pictures, toss her in the tub and move on in our day? It is because in moments like that I feel like a failure. I feel like if I was a better parent she never would have done that. And then there is another part of me that feels guilty thinking maybe if she had more of me she wouldn’t act out this way. Do I sound like a nut, yet??

So how do I recover?

Just because it is a God sized dream doesn’t mean every moment is going to be “dreamy” right? My dream is life…real life that will involve highs and lows. God will do the equipping and provide the reminders. God will provide encouragement through others who have been in the same boat (Yes, I am giving myself a pep talk!).

And most importantly God will remind me, through my children, of how many times He has cleansed me of my own messes despite my poor intentions. 

So while my reaction, in the moment, to the 2013 Ross Incident wasn’t ideal I can pause now and say thank you to God for walking beside me and thank you to my daughter for needing me and reminding why I dream the dream.

So what little thing did I do for my God sized dream this past week?

I chose my family 1st! They got me and my attention after work, they got me even if that meant forgoing blogging or working towards growing into business. My family got me when I wasn’t  working at church and that felt good.

  • “Just because it is a God sized dream doesn’t mean every moment is going to be “dreamy” right?”  This is such a wonderful reminder, Carey!  It’s so easy to think we’re dreaming the wrong dream in the midst of discouragement.  Yet God redeems every Ross Incident, doesn’t He?  


    • Thank you Brenda. Your words are an incredible blessing.

  • Oh Carey!  I know what you mean … it’s so hard, isn’t it?  But you are beautiful and your willingness to share with us is beautiful too.  The best dreams are the hardest ones, I really believe that.  Praying for you, in this new season and all of its transitions.  Big hugs from my house to yours!!  


  • Katie

    God must have allowed that just to encourage the rest of us who have similar moments!  Thanks for the great story this morning.  Can’t imagine how you got the lotion cleaned up…

    • I can still smell baby powder in the room. Thanks for stopping by. With Joy, Carey

  • Melissa

    You are so right about putting your family first. There were some years where I didn’t do that and I regret it. We haven’t been as well off financially since I left my teaching job but the time spent with my husband and children has been fabulous. With three kids we have definitely had our share of BIG messes but you get through those and usually laugh about it later. :-) Oh – and I LOVE your blog design!!

    • Thanks for the encouragement Melissa! What a blessing. With Joy, Carey

  • “Just because it is a God sized dream doesn’t mean every moment is going to be “dreamy” right?”

    Yes! This! There have been moments since I took the plunge and started working from home when I’ve stopped to shake my head and wonder WHAT I was thinking. You are definitely not alone. 

    • Thanks for reminding me I am not alone. And thanks for saying “hi!” With Joy, Carey

  • Stephanie

    Oh how I wish you had a picture…!

    Love your God-sized dream, friend!  

    • I am not about to recreate it! ;-) Thanks for your encouragement!

  • So – I am linked up with you over at Holley’s and your title DEFINITELY got me here… I so love your Dream… and this: “Just because it is a God sized dream doesn’t mean every moment is going to be “dreamy” right? My dream is life…real life that will involve highs and lows.” This I love!

    I agree… Before and After Pix would be great…
    Living the Dream with you,

    • Kicking myself now that there are no pic. But I can still see it vividly in my head. Thanks for stopping by.

  • I had Ross Incidents with both my kids – one with honey and one with eggs . Those are still family stories we laugh hysterically about now when they are 11 and 14 years old. Don’t underestimate a Ross Incident! lol Loved this post and the reminder that dreams aren’t always dreamy – sometimes, they are hard and that’s okay too. Baby stepping with you into our dreams!

    • Oh my! Honey and eggs! That sounds awful! Thanks for the reminder that we all have them and 10 years from now it was be a laughing moment! With Joy, Carey