Daughter has recently decided that she doesn't really need to stay in bed once we put her to bed. That means that we spend about 20 minutes putting her back into bed after we already put her to bed for the night. I think I figured out that if I cut her nap off early, she will just stay in for the night once she is down.
Today though, because selfish honesty here... I wanted to watch the end of a show on HGTV without interruptions (I know... so important!!) I let her sleep a little longer than usual. Needless to say, she has been up several times since putting her to bed. I thought I heard her up preparing to squish herself against the door to peek under it so I jumped up, quickly got to the door and flung the door open in hopes of catching her in the act and, therefore, teaching her that Mommy really does know what is going on even when she is not in the same room and you are supposed to be asleep.
So I'm thinking to myself "HA! Caught you!!"... and then I look over and see the precious little sleepy head snuggled deep into her bed, cuddling Bear- right where I left her. Nice going, Mom! Way to show Daughter just how smart you really are!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
"I Just Wanted To Say Hi!"
We were driving down the road yesterday and had a totally weird experience.
As we were sitting at a red light- on a major road in town- we see this woman get out of the car stopped behind us and start running toward our car. She starts waving her arms and smiling this somewhat-crazy-personish smile as she approaches my side of the car. Husband unrolls my window (BTW, thanks, Honey, for opening the car up to a wild looking random stranger running up to our car at the stop light for no apparent reason!) and she says "Hi! I'm from Alaska and I saw your licence plates and I just wanted to say Hi!". And then she runs back to her car.
Yes, we have licence plates from Alaska, and yes it does tend to make people stop to chat with us... ask what part we are from, what we thought of it, how we like it here ("Is it hot enough for you here?"- always followed by a little chuckle)... your typical out-of-towner type of chat. This happens lots of times in "box store" parking lots, occasionally in a restaurant parking lot, sometimes even at the gas station. Never however, had we ever had someone stop and run to us on the middle of the road. We figured that she must have been really homesick!
As we were sitting at a red light- on a major road in town- we see this woman get out of the car stopped behind us and start running toward our car. She starts waving her arms and smiling this somewhat-crazy-personish smile as she approaches my side of the car. Husband unrolls my window (BTW, thanks, Honey, for opening the car up to a wild looking random stranger running up to our car at the stop light for no apparent reason!) and she says "Hi! I'm from Alaska and I saw your licence plates and I just wanted to say Hi!". And then she runs back to her car.
Yes, we have licence plates from Alaska, and yes it does tend to make people stop to chat with us... ask what part we are from, what we thought of it, how we like it here ("Is it hot enough for you here?"- always followed by a little chuckle)... your typical out-of-towner type of chat. This happens lots of times in "box store" parking lots, occasionally in a restaurant parking lot, sometimes even at the gas station. Never however, had we ever had someone stop and run to us on the middle of the road. We figured that she must have been really homesick!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
I Did It
I sat down and wrote this post earlier this evening. It turned into something that I wasn't expecting and I don't know how willing I am to post the whole thing. Maybe tomorrow I will post it all, but for now- to quote a great movie- "No, there is too much. Let me sum up":
The other day I posted about having done something in my younger years that I was considering repeating. Well, I did it. I pierced my nose. OK-so I didn't actually do it, I went and had it done, but whatever. I realize that this still doesn't make me a wild woman (maybe it does to a few people, but not the majority of folks) but I don't think I'm going for Wild Woman status. Maybe just a little bit less not-wild!
The other day I posted about having done something in my younger years that I was considering repeating. Well, I did it. I pierced my nose. OK-so I didn't actually do it, I went and had it done, but whatever. I realize that this still doesn't make me a wild woman (maybe it does to a few people, but not the majority of folks) but I don't think I'm going for Wild Woman status. Maybe just a little bit less not-wild!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Just A Peek
I am not a particularly wild woman. Being bold for me means wearing red polish on my fingernails. I was a little wilder in my pre-motherhood years. Once upon a time, I cracked open my shell a little and poked my head into the big, wide world. I am thinking about doing it again. I am a bit uncertain of how it would be received, however.
We are headed to the beach for the weekend and I think that, if I were to do it, now would be the time to once again break out of my shell a little bit, to take another peek at that big world you hear so much about. The question is- just how far out if my shell am I willing to come? Hmmmmm...
We are headed to the beach for the weekend and I think that, if I were to do it, now would be the time to once again break out of my shell a little bit, to take another peek at that big world you hear so much about. The question is- just how far out if my shell am I willing to come? Hmmmmm...
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Google Makes Me Giggle
I discovered something last night that I really got a kick out of. This is only going to add to the mounding pile of evidence that I am indeed a nerd... but try this:
Google "Eyebrow floss" and see what you get. Go ahead, I'll wait...
That's right! I Really Ought To Be Doing Something Else is #2 on the list of results. That makes me giggle. (When you Google me, I giggle!) I realize that this is not a major- or even minor, I don't think- accomplishment in life, but I still think it's pretty cool.
Google "Eyebrow floss" and see what you get. Go ahead, I'll wait...
That's right! I Really Ought To Be Doing Something Else is #2 on the list of results. That makes me giggle. (When you Google me, I giggle!) I realize that this is not a major- or even minor, I don't think- accomplishment in life, but I still think it's pretty cool.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Is This Really Me?
I have been blogging now for about 3 months. I am perfectly willing to admit that I have not been as faithful to is as some are, but I have been at it on a fairly regular basis.
My immediate family members have not been regular readers. In fact, I'm pretty sure there are certain someones in my immediate family that have not even read one post, but that's OK. Blog reading isn't for everyone- I know this particular person would rather pick up the phone and call. (That way there's a chance that one of my kiddos will be around to talk to also!) One of my sisters, however, has read at least one post... this I am sure of. How can I be so sure? Because after reading my first post (and I do think it's the only post she's read) she asked me who wrote it. That's right, Sis J really asked me who wrote the post on my blog. When I informed her that I was the one who posted on my blog (with maybe just a hint more incredulity and the biggest eye-roll ever known to mankind thrown in for good measure) she informed me that this is not what she thought my inner monologue would sound like. Apparently knowing me for the last 25 years has not been long enough for her to realize that this is me. This is who I am. Nerdiness and all.
My immediate family members have not been regular readers. In fact, I'm pretty sure there are certain someones in my immediate family that have not even read one post, but that's OK. Blog reading isn't for everyone- I know this particular person would rather pick up the phone and call. (That way there's a chance that one of my kiddos will be around to talk to also!) One of my sisters, however, has read at least one post... this I am sure of. How can I be so sure? Because after reading my first post (and I do think it's the only post she's read) she asked me who wrote it. That's right, Sis J really asked me who wrote the post on my blog. When I informed her that I was the one who posted on my blog (with maybe just a hint more incredulity and the biggest eye-roll ever known to mankind thrown in for good measure) she informed me that this is not what she thought my inner monologue would sound like. Apparently knowing me for the last 25 years has not been long enough for her to realize that this is me. This is who I am. Nerdiness and all.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
The Bakery Is Open
A friend of mine gave me something called "friendship bread" about 10 days ago. I had never heard about it, but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I graciously accepted it.
It turns out that it is a type of bread starter that you are given. As the days go by, this starter grows, you add a few more ingredients as you go along, and the stuff continues to grow. 10 days later, you divide the starter that you have had for the last week and a half, toss some more ingredients in, mix it up, pop it in the oven and you've got bread! The parts that you have divided (the starters) are put into their own bags and sent on their merry way so that your friends can make some bread of their own. Hence the name "friendship bread". I'm sure there is some sort of heart-string tugging story that can go along with the origination of the bread and how it was some one's hope that through one little starter of bread, the whole world will one day be united (or something like that, but maybe not quite so cynical) but I don't know what it is- nor do I have the desire to discover the humble beginnings of this phenomenon right now.
Yesterday was day 10 of my friendship bread bag and therefore the day to divide and bake. When I got the bag of goo, I also was given the directions and a recipe. I used the recipe that was provided (with a little bit of tweaking since my family can be a bit particular) and it turned out deliciously. It is a wonderfully moist cinnamon bread that has proven to be just right as an accessory to my morning coffee, a great afternoon snack for just-up-from-nap kiddos, and the perfect treat for the late-night snack with a glass of chocolate milk.
Unlike some people that I know, I had never truly made bread until this point. The only bread making experiences I had were:
1) Open the box and follow the directions before pouring the batter into muffin tins
2) Open the box and follow the directions before pushing the start button on the bread machine
I had a very pleasant time making the bread and have decided to add my first "feature" to my blog. I have yet to come up with a catchy title for it, but I am going to keep on with this friendship bread thing and try all the different recipes for it that I can. I think it will help me to add some "focus" to my blogging and I think my family will enjoy tasting my experiments! So if you don't check back in before then, come see me in another 10 days and find out what the next bread is!
****UPDATE**** I did a bit of research and discovered that this is called "Amish Friendship Bread". There are about 5 zillion different variations of this bread, so stay tuned... I'll be baking bread from "Can 'til Can't". (A local phrase I learned recently... maybe I'll keep you updated on all those little gems as well!!)
It turns out that it is a type of bread starter that you are given. As the days go by, this starter grows, you add a few more ingredients as you go along, and the stuff continues to grow. 10 days later, you divide the starter that you have had for the last week and a half, toss some more ingredients in, mix it up, pop it in the oven and you've got bread! The parts that you have divided (the starters) are put into their own bags and sent on their merry way so that your friends can make some bread of their own. Hence the name "friendship bread". I'm sure there is some sort of heart-string tugging story that can go along with the origination of the bread and how it was some one's hope that through one little starter of bread, the whole world will one day be united (or something like that, but maybe not quite so cynical) but I don't know what it is- nor do I have the desire to discover the humble beginnings of this phenomenon right now.
Yesterday was day 10 of my friendship bread bag and therefore the day to divide and bake. When I got the bag of goo, I also was given the directions and a recipe. I used the recipe that was provided (with a little bit of tweaking since my family can be a bit particular) and it turned out deliciously. It is a wonderfully moist cinnamon bread that has proven to be just right as an accessory to my morning coffee, a great afternoon snack for just-up-from-nap kiddos, and the perfect treat for the late-night snack with a glass of chocolate milk.
Unlike some people that I know, I had never truly made bread until this point. The only bread making experiences I had were:
1) Open the box and follow the directions before pouring the batter into muffin tins
2) Open the box and follow the directions before pushing the start button on the bread machine
I had a very pleasant time making the bread and have decided to add my first "feature" to my blog. I have yet to come up with a catchy title for it, but I am going to keep on with this friendship bread thing and try all the different recipes for it that I can. I think it will help me to add some "focus" to my blogging and I think my family will enjoy tasting my experiments! So if you don't check back in before then, come see me in another 10 days and find out what the next bread is!
****UPDATE**** I did a bit of research and discovered that this is called "Amish Friendship Bread". There are about 5 zillion different variations of this bread, so stay tuned... I'll be baking bread from "Can 'til Can't". (A local phrase I learned recently... maybe I'll keep you updated on all those little gems as well!!)
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Shake, Shake, Shake Senora!
I am feeling the need for change. I need to shake things up a bit.
I have changed some things around here on the Blog page, but I am not satisfied. I think I need more pizazz or something. You know... something that you see and think, "Holy Cow! This woman's page in unbelievable. She must be so interesting and creative and I can't wait to read what she has written. In fact, her site looks so great that even though I haven't read anything yet, I can't wait until she writes again in the future just so I will have a valid reason to come back and look at this page again!"
My problem is this... I don't know what I am doing. Just setting this thing up this far has been a stretch for me. I am actually very proud of myself for getting this far all on my own. Do I stick with my pride and just hack along trying to figure out how to "pizazz it up" on my own, or do I give up and ask for help?
I will leave it at this... if you have any suggestions, please leave them- I think I need the creative inspiration- and I will try to get things moving from there!
I have changed some things around here on the Blog page, but I am not satisfied. I think I need more pizazz or something. You know... something that you see and think, "Holy Cow! This woman's page in unbelievable. She must be so interesting and creative and I can't wait to read what she has written. In fact, her site looks so great that even though I haven't read anything yet, I can't wait until she writes again in the future just so I will have a valid reason to come back and look at this page again!"
My problem is this... I don't know what I am doing. Just setting this thing up this far has been a stretch for me. I am actually very proud of myself for getting this far all on my own. Do I stick with my pride and just hack along trying to figure out how to "pizazz it up" on my own, or do I give up and ask for help?
I will leave it at this... if you have any suggestions, please leave them- I think I need the creative inspiration- and I will try to get things moving from there!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Can You Get What In Writing?
I was in my bathroom putting on my lipstick this morning and Son wandered in to see if there was anything exciting going on. Apparently the most exciting thing going on in our house at 7:30 in the morning is me applying lipstick since he stuck around for a while. We were chatting about something (I can't remember what it was) and he says to me, "You know, since I'm 4 now I'm not going to fuss." My immediate response to this statement was "Awesome. Can I get that in writing?" Well, that just opened a whole new can of worms. "Can you get what in writing? What does that mean? Where do you want me to write something?" How do you explain the concept of a contract to a 4- year old? Thinking back on it, I could have done a much better job of explaining it than I did, but I only had a cup and a half of coffee in my system at that point, so I'll cut myself a little slack.
Anyway... after several attempts of explanation into just the basics of a contract, Son was frustrated and so was I. He didn't get it, and I didn't know how else to explain it. Son really likes to know everything there is to know about anything and he just wasn't getting it. So what is the natural progression for a frustrated 4- year old? You guessed it... he fussed about it.
I knew I should have gotten it in writing when I had the chance.
Anyway... after several attempts of explanation into just the basics of a contract, Son was frustrated and so was I. He didn't get it, and I didn't know how else to explain it. Son really likes to know everything there is to know about anything and he just wasn't getting it. So what is the natural progression for a frustrated 4- year old? You guessed it... he fussed about it.
I knew I should have gotten it in writing when I had the chance.
Friday, July 11, 2008
What???
I said something today that until this point in life, I never even imagined I would say. "A 37 pound watermelon really puts a cramp in my refrigerator organization." What?? That was not a typo- I have a 37 pound watermelon in my fridge. It is so big that I had to remove a shelf to make it fit. It weighs as much as my 4-year old son does. Husband said it wasn't even the largest one at the Farmer's Market, either.
This may be shedding a little bit of light onto a few things about me, but I am truly amazed by this watermelon. It's a melon... as heavy as my son. Not only is it big and heavy, but it is a yellow- flesh watermelon. When we cut it open tomorrow for Son's birthday, it won't be the normal pinky-red juicy thing that we cut into... it will be yellow. And it will still weigh just as much as the Birthday Boy.
I am so amazed by this particular fruit, I think I will take pics and post them here, just so you can be amazed too. Because it's a piece of fruit, and it weighs as much as my kid.
This may be shedding a little bit of light onto a few things about me, but I am truly amazed by this watermelon. It's a melon... as heavy as my son. Not only is it big and heavy, but it is a yellow- flesh watermelon. When we cut it open tomorrow for Son's birthday, it won't be the normal pinky-red juicy thing that we cut into... it will be yellow. And it will still weigh just as much as the Birthday Boy.
I am so amazed by this particular fruit, I think I will take pics and post them here, just so you can be amazed too. Because it's a piece of fruit, and it weighs as much as my kid.
Monday, July 7, 2008
The Sigh Heard Around The World
That sound you thought you heard this afternoon? The one that sounded like a stressed out crazy woman sighing a sight of relief? That was probably me. Then the slightly softer sigh-ish sound you heard? Probably that of my family.
I was able to count off several projects today that I was stressing about. Daughter's new headboard and bedding are now complete. The new art pieces for Son's walls are now finished and hung. The stinky, yellow, suicidal fern that was drowning on my front porch (it was root- bound and tried to escape to a happier life through the drain hole in the bottom of the pot, preventing the water from draining and therefore making it's sad life even sadder) has been salvaged, cut down to just living parts and repotted. The back flowerbed has been weeded. By the way, the grasshoppers are back, though not with quite as many reinforcements. Husband poisoned again this evening, hopefully they will stay away forever. I don't think I can live my life with a chicken running around my back yard. Husband is currently out purchasing the last of the birthday presents for Son's birthday on Wednesday. My laundry is finished, though I still need to fold and put away several loads of it.
I am a much happier lady now. My family no longer wants to throw me to the wolves. (In our house we have a frequent saying... "If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy"- which has been a bit on the true side the last day or two!)
Aaaaahhhhhhh. Now, back to life as usual.
I was able to count off several projects today that I was stressing about. Daughter's new headboard and bedding are now complete. The new art pieces for Son's walls are now finished and hung. The stinky, yellow, suicidal fern that was drowning on my front porch (it was root- bound and tried to escape to a happier life through the drain hole in the bottom of the pot, preventing the water from draining and therefore making it's sad life even sadder) has been salvaged, cut down to just living parts and repotted. The back flowerbed has been weeded. By the way, the grasshoppers are back, though not with quite as many reinforcements. Husband poisoned again this evening, hopefully they will stay away forever. I don't think I can live my life with a chicken running around my back yard. Husband is currently out purchasing the last of the birthday presents for Son's birthday on Wednesday. My laundry is finished, though I still need to fold and put away several loads of it.
I am a much happier lady now. My family no longer wants to throw me to the wolves. (In our house we have a frequent saying... "If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy"- which has been a bit on the true side the last day or two!)
Aaaaahhhhhhh. Now, back to life as usual.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Feeling Thin
I wish I were feeling thin in the pants... but alas, I'm only feeling thinly stretched.
I am an advertiser's dream... just ask Husband. If a commercial comes on for a hamburger, it always sounds so good I just have to have one. Chicken? I to have some that's "finger lickin' good". A new coffee drink? Can we skip the glass and just give it to me intravenously? Subway commercials are really the killers for me, especially when I'm pregnant. With Son, Husband and I were at our local Subway often enough that I didn't even have to tell them what I wanted. True confession time? It was so bad that when I sent Husband in to get a sandwich for me at 1:30 am, they knew what to make when he walked in. I'm not just a sucker for food advertisements, though. I want to try so many things. The Perfect Patch grass seed, Aqua Globes, Diamonique jewelry, you name it...
So what does all this have to do with being stretched thin?
Enter the national home improvement store advertisers. They convinced me that since it was a long weekend it would be the perfect time to start all of those little projects around the house. Please note that if you really listen to those commercials, they don't tell you that it is the perfect weekend to complete all those little projects, just to start them. Well, I bought it. I started several of those "little projects". I finished none of those little projects. I really hate (I don't often use the word hate, in fact it is a naughty word in our house, but that's how strongly I feel about this!) not having things finished. It stresses me out. It makes me not sleep well. Then I am tired and don't have the energy to work on the things that are stressing me out and not making me sleep well, and it just is a vicious ugly circle. Oh how I need to break the circle!
I am sitting here, typing away, formulating a plan. I wonder if it will work? It all starts with me being up around 5:00 am tomorrow, so I Really Ought To Be heading off for bed, or at least off to folding the laundry that is impeding my path to the bed.
Wish me luck! Does anyone have a sleeping pill so that I can get a good night sleep before being up at 0-dark:30?
I am an advertiser's dream... just ask Husband. If a commercial comes on for a hamburger, it always sounds so good I just have to have one. Chicken? I to have some that's "finger lickin' good". A new coffee drink? Can we skip the glass and just give it to me intravenously? Subway commercials are really the killers for me, especially when I'm pregnant. With Son, Husband and I were at our local Subway often enough that I didn't even have to tell them what I wanted. True confession time? It was so bad that when I sent Husband in to get a sandwich for me at 1:30 am, they knew what to make when he walked in. I'm not just a sucker for food advertisements, though. I want to try so many things. The Perfect Patch grass seed, Aqua Globes, Diamonique jewelry, you name it...
So what does all this have to do with being stretched thin?
Enter the national home improvement store advertisers. They convinced me that since it was a long weekend it would be the perfect time to start all of those little projects around the house. Please note that if you really listen to those commercials, they don't tell you that it is the perfect weekend to complete all those little projects, just to start them. Well, I bought it. I started several of those "little projects". I finished none of those little projects. I really hate (I don't often use the word hate, in fact it is a naughty word in our house, but that's how strongly I feel about this!) not having things finished. It stresses me out. It makes me not sleep well. Then I am tired and don't have the energy to work on the things that are stressing me out and not making me sleep well, and it just is a vicious ugly circle. Oh how I need to break the circle!
I am sitting here, typing away, formulating a plan. I wonder if it will work? It all starts with me being up around 5:00 am tomorrow, so I Really Ought To Be heading off for bed, or at least off to folding the laundry that is impeding my path to the bed.
Wish me luck! Does anyone have a sleeping pill so that I can get a good night sleep before being up at 0-dark:30?
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
She's A Big Girl Now
My Baby isn't so much a baby anymore. Tonight is her first night in a "big girl bed". Daughter has been in a toddler bed for some time now, but tonight it is official. We went to the store this morning and found a twin mattress set for a killer deal, brought the bed home this afternoon, and this evening she sleeping in a real bed. No more crib kiddos.
I have to say I have mixed feelings about the whole thing.
She's our baby and it's sometimes tough to realize that she's no longer much of a baby. Sometimes I wonder if I have cherished things enough. Do I spend enough time soaking up the memories while I am changing her diapers? Once she is potty-trained, there won't be anymore time spent with her up on the changing table asking me to blow on the bottoms of her feet. Do I spend enough time relishing the wiggle worm trying to squirm away from me while I am clipping her fingernails? Once she is old enough to know that I am not going to chop her finger off, she won't have to snuggle so close while I'm clipping. And what about when she yells "Hep! Hep!" (that translates to "Help! Help!" for those of you not well versed in toddler-eeze) when she can't reach her spoon all the way to the bottom of the yogurt container? Will I miss stopping in the middle of whatever I am doing to rescue the pitiful short-fingered little yogurt monster?
She's our baby and it's sometimes amazing to realize that she's no longer much of a baby. Sometimes I think about all of the cool stuff coming our way. Family bike rides. Summer trips to the beach- when we will all be allowed to actually get in the water, unlike now. Trips to Disneyland. Watching my precious baby Daughter growing from this little tiny thing that we brought home from the hospital and held in one arm into a real person whom her Daddy will eventually lead- once again on one arm- to start a life and a family of her own.
So no more crib kiddos. Am I sad? A little. Am I excited? A lot! :)
I have to say I have mixed feelings about the whole thing.
She's our baby and it's sometimes tough to realize that she's no longer much of a baby. Sometimes I wonder if I have cherished things enough. Do I spend enough time soaking up the memories while I am changing her diapers? Once she is potty-trained, there won't be anymore time spent with her up on the changing table asking me to blow on the bottoms of her feet. Do I spend enough time relishing the wiggle worm trying to squirm away from me while I am clipping her fingernails? Once she is old enough to know that I am not going to chop her finger off, she won't have to snuggle so close while I'm clipping. And what about when she yells "Hep! Hep!" (that translates to "Help! Help!" for those of you not well versed in toddler-eeze) when she can't reach her spoon all the way to the bottom of the yogurt container? Will I miss stopping in the middle of whatever I am doing to rescue the pitiful short-fingered little yogurt monster?
She's our baby and it's sometimes amazing to realize that she's no longer much of a baby. Sometimes I think about all of the cool stuff coming our way. Family bike rides. Summer trips to the beach- when we will all be allowed to actually get in the water, unlike now. Trips to Disneyland. Watching my precious baby Daughter growing from this little tiny thing that we brought home from the hospital and held in one arm into a real person whom her Daddy will eventually lead- once again on one arm- to start a life and a family of her own.
So no more crib kiddos. Am I sad? A little. Am I excited? A lot! :)
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Funky
I have been in a bit of a funk lately. I have just been blah... do you know what I mean? I had just chalked it up to the fact that it is Summer and we really don't have much of a schedule going on. We are defiantly a schedule type of family. The kiddos haven't been in school on a regular basis, Husband has been traveling, Daughter was sick for a good week, and Son is getting stir crazy. I figured that all of this combined has just put me in a funk.
Until last night. Husband and I were sitting on the couch talking (while he gave me a foot rub!!) and something dawned on me. I was thinking about the sermon we had at church on Sunday and it hit me like a ton of bricks. We are going through a sermon series called "Destinations" and so far it has proven to be fantastic (they usually are). The basis of the series is that we are all on different paths in life- the path of your marriage (or single life), your career path, your family path, even things like the type of entertainment you choose is a path that you are on. You may be on the right path, or you may be headed down a not-so-great path, but you are on a path none-the-less. (If you are interested in the series you can download it here.)
As Husband and I were just sitting and chatting about what the future hold for us (there are a lot of "what-if"s going on in our house right now!) it occurred to me that my funk isn't induced by anyone other than me. It isn't because Daughter was sick and wearing her Super Crank suit, it isn't because Son is getting to be more like a big boy every day and is therefore becoming more interested in stuff that I can't relate to at all (I just really don't understand the excitement of tackling your sister when she is peacefully minding her own business and reading books), it isn't because of a lack of scheduled outings or whatever else I can point my finger at. My funk is because of me and the paths I am on. I am not on a wrong path, and I don't even think I am headed in the wrong direction on the right path (unless I am really turned around and don't even know I'm not going the right way!!)... it's that I am on the path and just standing there. I am looking around at the scenery and becoming frustrated that it looks just like it did yesterday. What do I expect... I'm not going anywhere!!! That realization really compelled me to get off of my funky heine and do something to change the view. I started to get up at my "regular" time and not sleeping in just because we don't have anything on the docket for the day. I worked on keeping the house maintained instead of letting it slip into dust (not bunnies) jack-a-lope heaven. I worked on being kind to my children... not just tolerant and nice, but truly "I love you from the bottom of my heart and I am so glad that you are my kiddo" kind. I worked on lovingly communicating with Husband, not just interacting like a husband and wife in the midst of life with small children sometimes do.
You know... it's only been a day, but I feel a lot less funky.
Until last night. Husband and I were sitting on the couch talking (while he gave me a foot rub!!) and something dawned on me. I was thinking about the sermon we had at church on Sunday and it hit me like a ton of bricks. We are going through a sermon series called "Destinations" and so far it has proven to be fantastic (they usually are). The basis of the series is that we are all on different paths in life- the path of your marriage (or single life), your career path, your family path, even things like the type of entertainment you choose is a path that you are on. You may be on the right path, or you may be headed down a not-so-great path, but you are on a path none-the-less. (If you are interested in the series you can download it here.)
As Husband and I were just sitting and chatting about what the future hold for us (there are a lot of "what-if"s going on in our house right now!) it occurred to me that my funk isn't induced by anyone other than me. It isn't because Daughter was sick and wearing her Super Crank suit, it isn't because Son is getting to be more like a big boy every day and is therefore becoming more interested in stuff that I can't relate to at all (I just really don't understand the excitement of tackling your sister when she is peacefully minding her own business and reading books), it isn't because of a lack of scheduled outings or whatever else I can point my finger at. My funk is because of me and the paths I am on. I am not on a wrong path, and I don't even think I am headed in the wrong direction on the right path (unless I am really turned around and don't even know I'm not going the right way!!)... it's that I am on the path and just standing there. I am looking around at the scenery and becoming frustrated that it looks just like it did yesterday. What do I expect... I'm not going anywhere!!! That realization really compelled me to get off of my funky heine and do something to change the view. I started to get up at my "regular" time and not sleeping in just because we don't have anything on the docket for the day. I worked on keeping the house maintained instead of letting it slip into dust (not bunnies) jack-a-lope heaven. I worked on being kind to my children... not just tolerant and nice, but truly "I love you from the bottom of my heart and I am so glad that you are my kiddo" kind. I worked on lovingly communicating with Husband, not just interacting like a husband and wife in the midst of life with small children sometimes do.
You know... it's only been a day, but I feel a lot less funky.
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