A Week In The Life…


Jan 3rd –



That morning the hubster and I worked in a phone date… a tricky thing to do with a seven hour time difference and his jam-packed schedule of mingling ๐Ÿ˜‰

The bro in law and nieces came over later that morning… the bro had a new hose to put on the washing machine, which had begun leaking at midnight, the night Mike had left ๐Ÿ˜œ

I worked on some custom art pieces Iโ€™d been asked to do, for a good chunk of the rest of the day๐Ÿ˜Š



I avoided the home of my raisers that day, as most over there were ill ๐Ÿ˜ฌ


Jan 4th –


Cleaning day in town ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ

I did that for the morning and then Mom drove me home, where I unpacked groceries and then napped๐Ÿ˜œ

We live near a train track and most of the time itโ€™s not in use, but that morning it had went by and when it does the horn is blared, multiple times, the house shakes… and the sleep stops ๐Ÿ˜œ

The kittens get real excited when they spot a fly in the house and I couldnโ€™t help but be amused by their synchronized watching ๐Ÿ˜‹


Father retrieved me on his way back from work and I joined the others for supper ๐Ÿ˜Š

Pancakes… specialty ones gracing our spots at the table ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป



Jan 5th –


After a slow morning at my place I got a ride over to my other home ๐Ÿ˜‹

I went for moral support, as my sister was making unicorn cake for my nieces birthday ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿฆ„
I wasnโ€™t needed at all, moral or otherwise, which I expected, so I went to work lettering a piece.

Once with wrong capitalization, again to the point of completion AND being pleased with the outcome.
Until later, when I noticed a spelling mistake that couldnโ€™t be fixed ๐Ÿ˜ซ

I tend to make more spelling mistakes when I โ€˜letterโ€™ as I get thinking about the shape of the letters and not the words themselves ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
So, thatโ€™ll have to be re-done…again…some other day.

The cake ended up looking great and I left with a friend who had come to make use of my husband less days and spend the night at my place ๐Ÿ˜œ



Jan 6th –

After a full evening of entertaining conversations and conclusions on life matters the night before, my friend and myโ€™s morning started slowly ๐Ÿ˜‰
Eventually a fruit tray was complied for nourishment beyond hot liquids ๐Ÿ˜œ

The visit was pleasant and after we parted ways, I headed to the Broโ€™s for a family dinner of pizza and wings from Pizza Hut… the best place to get boneless wings in my opinion ๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜


It was also time to taste the magic of the unicorn ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆ„



Jan 7th –


I rode to church with the sister-in-law and her littles and enjoyed that morning’s service.


It was about having a tender heart.
Oddly enough Iโ€™d been thinking about the very same thing that morning whilst sipping my java.


How that after personal tragedies and loss, we are more tender and aware of what we do, what we say, how we treat others etc. and how those feelings fade over time.


A tender hearted person is willing to admit when they are wrong, to say sorry and not grudgingly so, but because they really want to.

A tender heart is highly appreciative, aware that what we do effects others, prayerful about situations.

An example was given of how a grandparent treats a grandchild. Even if that child does something wrong/annoying, a grandparent is willing to overlook it, where if it was any other child doing it, they would have reacted differently.

I found it all interesting and a subject that I can probably use reminding of much more often.


After service I was returned to my home and instead of my usual Sunday afternoon nap, it was a phone date with the hubby.

I must really like him if I skipped a nap, for a phone call ๐Ÿ˜


That evening, the sister and nieces came over.
For a sleep over of course…maybe not the poshest ofย sleepovers, compared to some, but hey ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ
The lack of extra pillows, lack of milk in the house as I donโ€™t drink it, lack of actual food items that arenโ€™t ketchup etc. and even an unexpected lack of toilet paper… didnโ€™t effect us all that much๐Ÿ˜œ

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans ๐Ÿ˜Š This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life ๐Ÿ˜Š

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