Morning thoughts

The girls have been sleeping terribly lately. A is weaning, M is always fighting sleep because all the other adults in the house seem to have so much fun when its her bed time, emotions fly everywhere when its bed time. I remember when A was born. Those early days - I used to count down the minutes till bed time - going through the day like a zombie, trying to survive. Now I look at the time every hour or so at night and get super happy when I see something close to 5:00 or later. Morning means coffee and getting on with the day.

Right now, I'm in my veranda, watching the blue sky with scattered clouds, watching the leaves sway slightly in the breeze, sipping on my coffee. I can hear the wind and the birds, and a dog barking in the distance. 

Is this week 7 already?! I need to do my daybook and send it. I also need to plan for the rest of the term. 

My coffee is really good today. I am using the espresso machine that I had before I got married, which got cleaned and put away in the garage for the past seven years. Mr H got me some good beans and a grinder, and my parents were cleaning up their garage, and with the lack of sleep its been the perfect time to start experimenting with fresh coffee at home.

I have been doing a 1000 piece puzzle that we got from Italy in 2016. It stays in my walk in robe, away from the kids. I need to figure out a way to glue the pieces together and display it once its done. 

B sent a quote today that he got in a work email. Resentment is like poison you drink yourself, and then wait for the other person to die. How true is that?!

Time

The Prophet (pubh) said: “The Hour will not begin until knowledge is taken away, earthquakes increase, time passes quickly, tribulations appear, and there is a lot of haraj, which is killing, killing, and until there will be a lot of wealth among you and it will become abundant.” (Bukhari)

The Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “The Hour will not begin until time passes quickly, so a year will be like a month, and a month will be like a week, and a week will be like a day, and a day will be like an hour, and an hour will be like the burning of a braid of palm leaves.” (Ahmad)

Day of Judgement is close. 

Time seems to be racing forward. Ramadan began just then, and we are already at its end. This year just started, and its already nearly half way through. I am thirty. I feel like I am being hurled forward in time each day, getting to the end of the day and still having so much work left to do. This is a good reminder that there is no better time to stop procrastinating in worship and improvement. These are the only things that will remain at the end of the day. The clothes on the floor can be put away, they'll end up on the floor again. The dishes will keep piling. Craft papers will somehow always be scattered everywhere. There will be pen marks on the wall. But the time I spend worrying, being angry, being miserable - these times will never come back. 

I came across an interesting verse today: And there are some who worship Allah on the verge of faith: if they are blessed with something good, they are content with it; but if they are afflicted with a trial, they relapse into disbelief, losing this world and the Hereafter. That is truly the clearest loss. (Quran - 22:11)