brown paper packages tied up with string

I've recently been made aware of an unhealthy desire of mine for a package on my door step. I promise you, I may seem weird to some. There is nothing wrong with ordering something online and having it delivered. Nothing in and of itself sinful about the whole thing. It's when you check the tracking number and peer through your front window five times a morning and it's the first thing you check for as you pull in to the drive way that you know you may have a problem. It's especially troubling when the item on it's way is from diapers.com.

For a time, I am voluntarily restricting myself from purchasing anything online. I do not want my heart so attached and affected to brown cardboard. I mean, seriously. I fear that this reality is rampant among stay at home moms. It's almost like buying a present for yourself or something. Even if it's diapers.

Not sure if this post resonates with anyone besides me. No matter. It's all about me after all.


How fitting that God would ordain that my last "online purchase packaging" for a while be redeemed. It's just His way. See? Already answering my collateral damage prayer! And what exactly came in that box?



At five months, the moo-tangus is already too big for his infant seat. Can I get an upgrade?