Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Unloaded, changed into some "kick around in clothes" sat in my big comfy chair for just a minute to read a new magazine purchased, and next thing I know, it is two hours later. I had just taken a big 'ol nap. Hmm... I didn't remember being that tired. But whatever, a nap probably did me some good and now I would be ready to tackle some projects around the house...
No such luck. For all of a sudden I felt like I needed "another" nap. And then I was freezing, although I already had a long sleeved shirt, with a sweatshirt and sweatpants on and I had already turned the heat up... Then my stomach started to hurt and cramp and then...well let's just say that the potty and the trash can next to the potty became my best friends throughout the night. I was one sick gal!
I knew it was coming one of these days. With all the sick babies that had coughed in my face, snotted on my shirt, leaked on my pants and threw up "ALL OVER ME," I was bound to finally catch a little something. And catch it I did! Yuck!
As my sweet hubby, was tucking me into bed last night, covering me up with one more blanket, I was such a wuss and cried "I DON"T LIKE BEING SICK!" To which my hubby chuckled, "Mich, nobody likes being sick."
There you have it, the phrase of the day. There are plenty of things, we all don't want to do or go through, but unfortunately that is LIFE. Oh well, Here is hoping, I am on the mend, for I'm feeling much, much better, hoping I will be up for my hair appointment later in the day. (Priorities, people!!!) Here is hoping that this sickness has ran it's course and I'm done with it, until the next tummy bug makes it's way through town... "Bug, bug, go away, don't come again another day!!!! PLEASE!!!"
Hopefully and prayerfully, I will not have to play nurse to the rest of my family, in the next few days either...
Oh, and Mr. Weatherman, I think you were wrong again, for us anyway. Mom, Dad, you OK up there in your parts? I think you got all our snow...again.
That being said I have a prayer request that is near and dear to my heart. My mother-in-law is a breast cancer survivor. She has been going back faithfully, the last few years for her check ups and they have been fine. However, this last one, they discovered a mass in the opposite breast than last time. We are not sure what it is or what it means yet, but it is always a scary time. She goes this Friday for a biopsy, after that we will learn more. Please keep her in your prayers. She is keeping this situation in the Lord's hands, but it is still not easy to wait and wonder.
She is a reader of my blog and even likes reading your comments. If you would like to leave her a message, feel free. We appreciate your prayers.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Well, at least I thought I was until 1:00p.m.
What happened at 1:00p.m., you ask?
Thanks for asking, friend! Let me just tell you...
I work at a childcare facility, which means I have to have the dreaded TB test done every year. No big deal, right? Well, for me it was a big deal. You see, I HATE NEEDLES! My family can testify, I was the kid that screamed and gave a merry chase around the room, every time the needles came out. I have gotten better through the years, with the help of a few pregnancies and motherhood, but I still dread them with a passion. Anyway, I thought I was Mrs. Big Britches, because I went and had the test on Tuesday and it went so smooth, I even forgot to tell my hubby I had it done. I know Mom and Dad, you are so proud. I didn't cry, run or pass out... I may finally be growing up!!!
Move forward to today. Like with any TB test, you know you have to go back in a few days to have it read. I was told that I was suppose to come between 1:00 -1:30 p.m. I was running a little behind, for I wasn't able to leave work at 1:00, but I made it and signed in on the sheet at 1:15 p.m.
Let me repeat that... 1:15 p.m.
In case you didn't read that right, I will type it one more time... 1:15 p.m.
What time was I told to be there, again? Between 1:00 and 1:30, I was still good, or so I thought. You see, I'm a people watcher, so I pretty much could tell you who came in, who went back, who left, what they were wearing and how many kids they had. So, after I had been sitting for about 15 minutes and they call the girl that came in after me, back... I started to squirm a little. (I HATE that, when it happens.) When I had been there about 30 minutes and they called back another girl, again who came after me, I felt a little agitated. (Hello! Anybody remember, I'm still here? Little TB reading. Takes five minutes tops!) I did something I don't usually do... I went up to the desk and asked "how long?" (My sister would be so proud of me!)
Of course I was nice. (The woman behind the desk looked a little frazzled. I'm not a meany!)But you have to understand, I left work to go. I was losing time on the job, maybe money too. I had been sitting there for a while and...
The nurse only had to look at my arm and check a box. (I sat back down.)
40 minutes later, and another person back, I'm HOT. I could feel my skin blotching in irritation. I don't lose it often. I usually am a pretty patient person. But today, as I mumbled a prayer for sanity under my breath, I once more trudged up to the counter and politely explained my situation.
I was told that I didn't have an appointment. (HUH???)
I was told that the TB readings were between 1:00 and 1:30. (WHAT???)
I was told that there was only ONE nurse and I would have to wait my turn. (Lord, help me!)
And with the good Lord's help I politely said:
Excuse me, but I signed in at 1:15. (I wanted to say I signed in before the skinny blond in the purple jacket and the cute black girl with the gold shoes, but I held my tongue.)
Excuse me, but I was told to come back today between 1:00 - 1:30. (Isn't that sorta like an appointment. Besides they don't make appointments for the TB tests...)
Excuse me, I'm only here for a TB reading that takes less than 5 minutes.
Excuse me, but I have been WAITING FOR ALMOST AN HOUR!!!
They realized they had messed up. They realized they were in the wrong. They realized I had a valid complaint...I could see the panic in their eyes, yet there was nothing they could do. The nurse was back with a patient, and as I was already told... "WE ONLY HAVE ONE NURSE WORKING TODAY!"
One of the ladies asked me when I got off work and told me to come back at 4:00. It was the best she could do, unless I had time to wait for another 20 -40 minutes.
There were no apologies. I left frustrated at the human race in general and the "I don't care!" attitude many people seem to be carrying around these days. I guess what frustrated me the most, is that there was time for five "office" people to stand around and gab, probably why they had problems telling the times on the sign in sheets and there seems to be only one nurse, who everyone there needs to see, working. Something wrong with that picture. Maybe the Health Dept. need less office people and more , let's say...NURSES!!! OR at least someone who can read a TB test, in less than an hours time!!!
AND I WAS NOT GOING TO RETAKE THE TEST (ANOTHER NEEDLE) NEXT WEEK, BECAUSE SOMEONE REFUSED TO READ IT TODAY!
I went back at 4:00.
It took 3 minutes. I know, because I timed it. (Eight if you count the five minutes I waited to go back.)
Let me repeat that for you... 3 MINUTES!!!
So Mich, how did you spend your day today? Well friend, I spent a portion of it at the Health Dept., in the waiting room. I could tell you which girls in town are after birth control, moms that need WIC and babies in need of a good immunization or two. All ages, all races, all economic backgrounds. We were all there, spending our afternoon "waiting." I spent a total of an hour and 18 minutes.
FOR A 3 MINUTE READING!!!
I EVEN SAID THANK YOU TO THE LADY AT THE DESK WHO HELPED ME OUT BIG TIME BY "WORKING ME IN" AT 4:00! Yep, I can be nice like that. :)
Of course I came straight home and blogged about it! So,who really had the last laugh??? :)
On another note, just because I was in need of a good laugh today, I have another little photo for your viewing enjoyment. On my last post, I posted my pictures from high school and college. It was too much fun, looking back and remembering. Your comments were all so sweet. I wish every one of you was riding on my shoulder through school, I could have used all the encouragement and compliments back then. And to all of you, who said you wore glasses, I do too. I've had them since third grade. I am practically blind. I just either took the glasses off for the picture or I had contacts in.
Anyway, my Aunt Jo, that is Jim-Dad's sister for those, who know him, left me a comment about a certain set of glamour shots my sister and I took once upon a day. Well, sis, it is your lucky day, for I couldn't find them...or yours anyway. I am not so lucky, for my daughter has a copy of mine in her bedroom. (Who knows why? She says she just likes it. I think this particular copy belonged to her dad, the one that he carried in his wallet for a while. You will notice a little wear and tear.) So, I decided to bite the bullet and share a good laugh with my friends today. Talk about the hair...
So here it is, the result of my hour of glamour. Don't laugh too hard! :)
Oh, and if you would like to see my sis (The Rascal Raiser) all made up, leave her a shout out and she may just be willing to find her glamorous pose to post. (In the mean time I will be looking for my copy. :) )
Blessings and prayers, my friends. Let us do the HAPPY DANCE, for tomorrow is indeed FRIDAY!!! Can I get a BIG "AMEN?!"
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Today's gallery? Ninth grade through my fourth year of college. What makes these pictures so special? Well it certainly isn't my smile. My hubby says I have the "exact same smile in every professional picture" I have ever taken. Looking through these, he might have a point. It isn't about the clothes, for they are all head shots, but I do remember some of the outfits...down to the shoes. The late eighties and early nineties had some fun fashion, that is for sure.
No, if you haven't guessed already, it was all about the hair and my need to use at least a can of hairspray every three to four days. They even use to call me "cotton candy" in high school. Yep, those were the days!
I am actually getting my hair done this Saturday. Can't wait. I always feel just a little bit perkier after a cut and color. Maybe the energy comes from covering the grey strands that insist on showing up every morning. Anyway, since I'm debating on the cut I would like for my new do, and I just found these lovely photos from the time capsule, I thought I would make this a little more fun and ask your opinion...
If I had the hair, that I use to have, and could go back to one of my old styles, when I was much younger, fifty pounds thinner and wrinkle free, which one do you like the best? I've always had my favorite. I can't wait to read your comments...
Picture #6 - Sophomore year of college.
Picture #7 - junior year of college. (This was the year I cut my hair. I had kept complaining about my long hair bothering me, so Kevin dared me to cut it. I did and cried buckets. It took me a good month before I got use to fixing it and felt comfortable in the new do. Funny thing is, I think this is my mom's favorite picture...
Picture # 8 - last year of college.
Monday, January 25, 2010
He was out and about and thought of me, so he swung through Sonic and picked me up a Cherry Limeade? (Love that idea! And he has done it before.) The Publisher Clearing House people found him at work and we have won a prize that would pay our bills for a lifetime? (even better idea! Of course that is probably a definite "no" since I haven't entered or bought a magazine from them in years...) He just swung by just "to say I love you." (Now that would be sweet, but...) Or maybe he got a haircut today. He is all about me noticing the new trims... Oh, I hope nothing bad has happened...
Hubby walks through the door...
I brace myself for the...
Oh no. He has the LOOK.
Yeah, it is definitely the LOOK.
You know, the LOOK, that says, I am fixin' to tell you something and you are probably not going to like it, but you will have to deal with it because I have already decided I am doing it... LOOK. Ever seen that one?Oh yeah...
As he precedes to tell me his "plans," I just have to smile. This spontaneous, fly by the seat of your pants, just get up and go and do ability, leaves me totally amazed, flabbergasted and speechless... and just plum JEALOUS, every time. I think time would stand still in shock, if I just walked in one day and told the hubby and kids that I was going on a trip...that day. Confusion would mount if I walked in and said, "Honey, I know you don't have plans, so let me tell you what I'm doing..." (Although I do admit that the older my kids get, the easier this would be for me to do, but I had preschoolers once. I've certainly paid my dues. My hubby is a minister, his time is hardly ever his own.)
Now, before you think I'm mad at the hubster, I AM NOT. This is not meant to be a hubby bashing post. I totally love the guy. I totally get the guy. I totally understand the guy. He can't help it. He is just a guy.
Guys have been trained to go and do and worry later. Girls are trained to smother a situation to death in worry. A guy will say "it will work out." A girl says "I'm going to have it all planned so I know it will work out." Little boys are brought up in the world knowing "Mom" will take care of things. Little girls are brought up learning "how" to take care of things.
So, when the hubby comes in and says "I'm going to...," I just smile. I just make it happen. I just roll with the punches and simply try my hardest to look at the bright side. Sixteen and a half years of marriage has taught me well. So, while things might not always seem fair... and never will be, you can at least train the hubby to have the LOOK. That LOOK that says "YES, I am doing what I want, but I will at least worry about your feelings, and if you don't want me to go, please say so, but I know you won't...," LOOK. (My husband knows me too well. Gotta love him!)
Hmm... this is where you say "I love you" and that tonight will be alright... this is where you decide if you make a fuss or not. But, wait a minute! Do I really want to make a stink about it? I'm just thinking...
Wait Mich, what is that on your face?!!! At least let him get out of the room before you start to smile. Stop it right now! He can't see the smile or... Mich, don't get too excited or you might scare the baby, you are rocking. Hold it! Patience please...
As 'Ol Red can be heard driving off, I flip to the brighter side of things, barely able to control the excitement mounting...
YES!!! I get the remote tonight. (Bachelor and Castle, free of flipping channels, here I come!!!)
YES!!! Big Daddy is not eating, so I think the stove gets a much needed break and so does this mama. Don't want to wear the poor thing and me out. (Snicker. Snicker.) Taco Bell, anyone?
YES!!! There is one luscious strawberry Popsicle (They have real strawberries in them, people!!!) left and it is MINE!
YES!!! I can be on the computer and not feel a bit guilty....
Yeah Kev, I guess if I really don't have a choice (wink), I will TRY to survive the evening...
Now ladies, don't be too jealous of my ability to have control of the remote, tonight, for you know your time will come, it always does. (But isn't it funny what we consider a simple pleasure in the "bright" side of things?) I guess all is fair in love and war...OOPS! What I meant to say was "love and marriage."
Have a good one!
Oh, and Honey, if you read this, you know I would much rather have you home than having control of the remote, sitting in the big comfy chair, eating my Popsicle. Really!!! :)
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Today I made a statement with my presence.
Today I set an example for my daughter.
Today I was obedient.
Today I hopefully made a difference.
Today I prayed.
Today I walked with purpose.
Today I walked... for Him.
The pregnancy center in our little town is sponsored by our church. The director put together a "prayer walk" for "life." What a wonderful ministry to sponsor and be a part of.
As we walked along, I kept thinking how beautiful the day was...big fluffy clouds, cool breeze... me in a crowd of people set on one goal. We all wanted to make a difference for Christ.
I have to be honest. I really didn't want to go, at first. The thought of walking through town, after Sunday lunch at the Mexican restaurant, missing my traditional Sunday past time (a nap), didn't sound too inviting. But then, sometimes we have to do things we don't always want to do. We have to set the example for our kids that sacrifices have to be made, big and small, when you believe in something. As I proceeded to walk, my heart changed. The nap was forgotten and I was excited to be a part of something so much bigger than myself.
I may step on some toes here, but I'm sorry, I'M NOT SORRY. You see, I believe in a Creator, God, who knew me before I was even born. I am a mother who looks in the faces of her children and says; "How can you not believe there is not a God?!!! How can you not want this?!!!" I look at the beautiful individuals this world holds, and know that there is no way that they came into being "just because." Each one of us came into being because God spoke.
This isn't about political parties. This isn't about a popularity contest. This isn't even about your freedom to choose. This is about the beauty of life. This is about offering hope to the desperate. Grace to the hurting. And care to those in need.
It was our first year to do this, so the group was not as large as it could have been. But the faith represented was HUGE. As minister after minister, from different denominations read scripture and prayed at the closing ceremony, I was thankful for the opportunity I had today, to do something little, that could possibly make a big difference.
It might have started as a simple walk... but it became a journey of the heart.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Mommy and me during the early days...
January is one of those "birthday" months for my family. Besides being my mother's birthday, the 21st was my mother-in-law's birthday and the 25th will be my brother-in-law's birthday. They are both very special people and I am blessed to call them family. Thought you might like to see an oldie but goodie of my hubby's family. Here Kevin with his parents and his older brother David.
Friday, January 22, 2010
There I was reading along, enjoying a few minutes to myself, when a paragraph of words seemed to dance their way of the page and into my heart. It was like the light bulb in my "mommy heart" went "ding ding" and I finally "got it." God, had my face in His hands and with His Daddy voice said; "Look at me Mich, and listen."
Several posts back, I talked about having the "blahs" and being so excited about going to church...to worship. Nothing wrong with that, right? Worship is why we are created. I love it and I crave it. Nothing makes me feel better than a little praise and worship time with my Lord. Yet, my problem is my perspective.
So many times I limit my worship time, to that hour every Sunday that I am with my church family. I then feel guilt, because of busy schedules at my lack of worship time during the week. Oh, I catch my 15 minutes of devotionals there, prayers in the car here, conversations with the Lord in the shower, etc... but, it often leaves me feeling rushed, guilty, and unfulfilled. Why?
Somewhere along the line, I got the idea that I had to "carve" out some time for the Lord, to worship. Instead of being something I looked forward to, it became just one more thing on my busy calendar to try to accomplish. It became a burden for me to worship, except on Sunday mornings, when I felt I was given permission by the world to let down my guard and praise the Lord. I started looking forward to Sundays, which is great, but then the rest of the week I felt "Blah!!!"
Then I read these beautiful words... "HE wants our songs that we sing on Sundays, but He wants us to live out those words every other day of the week... real worship is a God-attitude of the heart."
HELLO!!! This whole time as a wife and mother I felt like I had to put God on a schedule. I didn't mean too. It just happened. I mean, I had to cook dinner, vacuum the floors, potty train, drive the kids to school, bake a birthday cake, buy groceries, pay bills, go to ball games, help with homework, go back to work, etc..etc..etc... didn't I?
Yes, to be a good mom and wife, we do have plenty of responsibilities. Living up to Proverbs 31 can take a lot of work. Yet, I have been missing something for a lot of years. The "meaning" of worship. True worship isn't just a song we sing, it is in the life we live. We were created to worship our creator and we were created for a purpose. If our purpose is to be a loving wife and mother, in this lifetime and we do that job to the best of our ability, then isn't that a form of worship?
I believe "YES."
"Every mom faces the challenge of keeping a God-perspective in everything she does. However, when we are able to let God define us, mold us, and transform us we'll never see what we do everyday as a mom in the same way. "
In other words, I have been looking at my chores everyday with a horrible attitude, never seeing the opportunities before me...serving my family. I just looked at the glass as being half empty, instead of a half a glass of possibilities. I thought I had to put God, in a little block of time on my planner, so it would be full of "quality," but it ended up mostly being just a "quantity" of empty minutes.
I have said before and I will say it again... I had lost my perspective.
Does that mean that all of a sudden I will "love" housework and that climbing Mt. Laundry is my new favorite past time? No. But hopefully a new perspective will change my attitude a little. That doing my "chores" will not always leave me overwhelmed, tired and frustrated. And hopefully, the devotion time I do set aside will not be filled with guilt and tears, because of feelings of failure as a mom.
Because I want to try, with the Lord's help, to see every little piece of motherhood and marriage as a way to serve and worship the Lord. The good, the bad and even the ugly.
"When we do laundry with the right attitude, it's worship. When we prepare meals for our family with a right heart posture, it's worship. when we drive ten miles out of our way to take our husband his cell phone that he accidentally left at home and we do it with a heart of grace and forgiveness, it's worship.
Jesus lived a life of worship. His heart had a God-filter on it and HE saw the world through God's eyes. May we, as moms, worship God with our hearts and our lives everyday."
Well, friends, I don't know about you, but I have a load of laundry to put on and a few dishes to wash. I think I will turn the music up loud, and make a "joyful" noise... want to join me?
***A few days ago I received a lovely surprise in the mail. It was a package from my dear bloggy friend Kat, from Heart 2 Heart. It was a book called "Real Moms... Real Jesus," written by Jill Savage. All the quotes from today's post are from that book.
Thanks Kat! I needed this little "kick in the rear" to get out of the "blahs" of motherhood. ***
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
For Christmas, my family went to north Arkansas to hang out with my parents and my sister and her family. Jordan, of course, wanted to show off his "trophies" from the youth hunt this past fall. A few days ago, I realized they were still in the back window of my car, from traveling. I asked my hubby if that meant I had become a true "redneck mom." The fact that I still haven't found the time to clean out the car and I really could care less, probably answers my question for me...
All in the life of a family from south Arkansas.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
I work in the newborn room at a Christian daycare/preschool. I love holding and rocking "my" babies. However, RSV is running rampant though the school. It has already been a tough week. It is horrible watching the little ones getting sick.
So we would appreciate the prayers in our little corner of the world. I'm afraid the winter illnesses have decided to come out and play. RSV and the flu are starting to make their way though town...again.
Oh, and if you didn't read my earlier post, you might want to check out the pictures. They might even make you giggle a little.
This is my first baby picture, well except for the one taken at the hospital.
This must have been take number 20...
I know exactly how "baby me" feels.
Bring on the nap! Is it Saturday,yet?!!!
Have a great week, everyone!
Monday, January 18, 2010
My answer...because our world is broken. Whether we meet our maker in a natural disaster with a million others, from a sick bed with prayers surrounding us, or on the interstate in a five car pile up...we will all have our day. Pointing fingers, putting on the "better than you" suit or having a "I'm above all that" mentality will get us nowhere. None of us are promised five more minutes on this earth...none of us.
That being said, the only thing I do know for sure is; I have a Heavenly Father who loves me. I think what happened in Haiti, broke His heart. Could He have stopped it? Yes. Why didn't He? I don't know. There are plenty of times I "don't understand," yet I chose to still believe. There have been plenty of moments, when I have just had to lift my hands up in surrender and trust in the plans of the Almighty. That maybe His glory can shine brighter after the tragedy and pain, then during the storm...
Situations like what has been happening around our world the past few years, natural disasters, war, lots of pain and loss... they do chip away at my heart. They do create feelings of helplessness. They do bring on the tears. Yet, they also pour rains of thankfulness my way, everyday. They remind me of how blessed I am, to have what I have, but to also know where I'm going when my day comes. These situations encourage, inspire and motivate us, as Christians to reach out more, love more, give more, share more, because we really do not know what tomorrow will bring.
We can watch the problems of the world from our television screen and feel tremendous guilt over the little frustrations we have felt at work, the pain we suffered over hurt words or the "blahs" we may have on occasion. Nothing like a natural disaster to put our thoughts and attitudes in order...for a little while anyway. Lets face it, we are all human. We are all self centered. We all live in our own little world. We hoot and holler about little things, living in our little "funks," pointing fingers and putting EVERYTHING before God.
And then someone will fly a plane into one of our buildings, an earthquake or hurricane will hit or a loved one will die and all of a sudden we are left helpless, wanting to know "why." I want to know why 911 had to happen. I want to know why the earthquakes and hurricanes have to wipe out millions. I want to know why my brother died as a baby. I want to know why I had to lose three grandparents in a years time. I want to know why people in my day to day life have to be so cruel. I want to know why we have bullies, liers and gossips. I want to know...
Because we live in a world that is not perfect. It isn't the beautiful garden our creator originally planned. It is full of sin, of hurt, of pain. That is why we all eventually have to make a choice. We can choose to point fingers, wallow in self pity, or be angry...OR we can choose to still believe in the promises of the Savior.
I admit, I have my days. I can be a very moody person and get down over the most insignificant of details. I get my feelings hurt easily. I get overwhelmed easily. I have little pieces of anger and hurt feelings that are buried deep and I have a hard time letting go. Fear can be my constant companion, if I let it. There are days when I simply have to throw my hands in the air, surrender and say "Lord, I don't get it! I'm not strong enough. Life is too hard! But I want to keep my faith."
So glad that I serve a God, who knows me, loves me and meets me where I need Him most. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Shoot! I don't know what will happen in the next five minutes. I don't even know how I will react.
But I do know one thing...
God is faithful.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
This weekend was filled with cleaning, bill paying and hauling kids all over town. And I'm still not finished... depressing, huh?
I went to the grocery store yesterday and spent "way to much" on "healthy" food, because I know it is time to get back on track with my weight loss and eating right. The holidays are officially over, there is no excuse there. Why does it cost double to eat healthy? No wonder our world is full of big people, nobody can afford the "good for you" stuff!
Kayla went to a sleepover on Friday night, a birthday party for a friend. Three hours of sleep total. Then I had to wake her up Saturday afternoon from a good nap, to go to another birthday party. She was the busy bee this weekend. The second party was for two friends and it was a dance. Instead of gifts, the two girls wanted you to make a donation to "Make a Wish..." foundation. Kayla said they raised over 800 dollars last night. Way to go!
Jordan played his first ballgame with our Upward Basketball program at church. I thought he played great, but he is going to have to toughen up a little. His team lost (even though they didn't take score...but they are kids and they "know"), and he didn't like that one bit. But that is all about learning to play sports. You have good day and bad days, you lose some and you win some. It is a great learning experience.
My Christmas tree is still up. Hopefully, I will have the time to tackle it tomorrow. It is like everything... packing to go on a trip, decorating for a party or event, cooking... it is never fun cleaning up afterwards. But then that is life...
It has been raining all weekend. Wet and cold around here. I don't mind the rain if I can sleep in and curl up with a good book, but who has time for that?! I especially HATE loading the groceries in the rain...not fun at all.
If I seem kind of "blah," I guess I am a little. Which is why, I need to get off here and get ready for church. Maybe a little praise and worship will get me out of my "funk" and put a little pep in my step. Bring it on Lord! Whatcha got for me today?!!! For I know whatever it is, is way more important than me worrying whether my Christmas tree is still up and the dirty dishes in the sink...
Happy Sunday everyone! Hope you have a beautiful day!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
I have a problem. For 11 years I was able to stay at home with my kids. I occasionally, worked in my home, taking care of other children, but for the most part, I was a devoted mom. I was able to go to every school program and class party. I was the one who would go and get them a snow cone or shake after a hard day at school. I was AVAILABLE.
Going back to work after umpteen years of freedom to go and do what I wanted, well it has been a very hard adjustment for me. I have come to terms with the fact that this is where I am at this stage in my life. God and I have had plenty of conversations over the subject, and HE has certainly been faithful in dishing out the strength, when needed. I also have a wonderful "hands on" dad for a hubby, who takes up the slack for me, with all the school activities. Yes, I am blessed.
No, the problem is I didn't do a very good job of preparing myself or my family for the adjustment of mom working outside of the home for the last year and a half. In fact, I am in constant awe of all the single moms and those whose husbands work away, for I absolutely don't know how you all do it. In fact how does any of my "mom" friends do it? Because I sure haven't discovered the secret...
How do you keep your house even "sorta clean?" I mean, I get home by 4:00-4:30 everyday, yet after I run around delivering kids to sporting events and piano lessons, take a few minutes to "rest" after a hard day, I'm still not getting in bed before ten and my house is still a wreck!
How do you keep the laundry "ready for wear?" I mean a day doesn't go by that Jordan doesn't ask me at 9:00p.m. to wash his jeans or favorite shirt. We are constantly looking for matching socks, because I really do believe there is a sock eating monster in my dryer, who only will eat one sock of a pair. He likes variety.
How do you keep the dishes caught up? When your son will never drink out of the same glass twice? Or your daughter forgets to rinse out her cereal bowl? I keep buying spoons, because I think my kid's version of "clean up" is to just throw everything away! Either that or there is a monster in my dishwasher too, who loves SPOONS!!!
How do you keep the family pet, from not leaving you "gifts" on your rug, when of course the wood floor is just a foot away? I mean we are gone all day, and she is getting on the older side of life, BUT still... well, I'll just leave that one there.
How do you have a nutritious dinner, with the whole family around the table, when your hubby and kid's schedules are so darn crazy? How do you even have time to cook a meal, that can't be cooked in the microwave, anyway? What is the secret?
I could go on and on in my quest to be the next June Cleaver, Martha Stewart or Betty Crocker, but that will get me no where, I am afraid. I am who I am and my family is what it is. However, if you have a few handy hints to help me survive the world of being a busy, working mom, that would be great too.
In the mean time, please don't be embarrassed to call me friend. I mean if you were to visit, at this moment in time, there would be a sink full of dishes, clothes stacked in the hall to be washed, a "junk room" that probably just needs to be burned down, an empty refrigerator and a grocery list to be made and a stack of bills that need to be paid. Yep! Hello weekend!
Oh, but I almost forgot, the most embarrassing detail of them all... I have a few Christmas trees and decorations that need to come down. Still my friend?
Guess what I'm spending my three day weekend doing?
Here is hoping you have a relaxing weekend. Say a prayer for me! I'm hoping to have a free moment or two amidst my cleaning spree...
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I have to be honest here and tell the truth. I know. I know. I've been "real" the last few posts talking about my past dating adventures, sibling rivalry and motherhood and you learned that I am far from perfect, so brace yourself once again. Oh, how the truth hurts...I'm just going to come out and say it; "I WAS NOT A STRAIGHT "A" STUDENT!!!"
Whew! That hurt a little. In fact if I am totally honest, I will go on to say that I had a tutor my junior year...
Anyone still reading? I know I've let you all down. I know you envisioned me as this spunky, smart, blond with all the answers...wait do the words "blond" and "smart" even work in the same sentence?
Anyway, the truth is, I am a deep thinker, I can worry the mess out of any problem you have, and maybe even come up with a solution. I love to read and write and could literally "B.S." (Excuse my language!) my way through any essay question you sent my way. However, I had two problems in school, (well 3, if you count fear of public speaking) I can't take tests and I can't do math. How I graduated and made it through four years of college, I will never know.
Then I met my hubby. He is a pretty smart guy. However, when it came to he books, he had to work real hard on the reading and spelling. They do say opposites attract, right? I remember the college days, when he helped me struggle through a math equation and I helped him write his papers. Yep! The good 'ol days before we were helping the kiddos with their homework. I'm kind of embarrassed when I say I have had to "google" how to do a 5th grade math problem...they don't send home books anymore.
That being said, I am constantly amazed at my kids. Their personal drive to do their best "blows me away" (to coin a phrase from Jim-Dad). I hardly ever have to get on to them for grades or tell them to do their homework. Truth be told, they are down right smart! Their dad and I look at them, and then at each other and then "shrug." Who knows if it will last. They both might hit high school, and stop caring. But for now, I am going to bask in the glow of what I consider some darn good report cards...
Drum roll please...
Jordan - 5th grade
Language Arts 97
Woo! Hoo! That's my boy!
Kayla - 7th grade
Advanced English 100
Social Studies 92
How does one get 100% in advanced English? I'm pretty proud, can you tell?!
So, I hope you can forgive me for the bragging. It makes this mom's heart smile, to know her children are doing well. We can never know what tomorrow will hold, but for today, this mom's bumper sticker can read; "Mom of TWO Honor Roll students!!!"
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
I've always loved art and beautiful things. Arts and crafts at school was always my favorite time. Loved to color, paint, glue...you name it. My dad is a wonderful artist, so I guess I have a little of his creative gene running through my veins. In other words I can draw a little, come up with all kinds of cutesy crafts and bulletin boards, decorate a room with ease and scrapbook a whole album of memories in just a few days with the help of my sister...
When I was in high school, I joined the art club in 9th grade and hid there. When all my friends were in Drama and choir, I made the sets and set up the stage behind the scenes. I loved it. In fact I told everyone that I was going to be an art major and go into some kind of design one day...
Hmm...hello college. Hello reality. I might have a little creativeness in my pinkie finger, but my first year of college was hard, with students that had a whole hand of artistic talent. One girl in my classes could sit and draw your portrait on the spot, beautiful pieces of art. It was a humbling experience for me. I soon realized I was in over my head and changed majors. Truth is, if I had had a little more guidance, I might have stuck with it and became an elementary art teacher or something of that sort, for not everyone is called to be a portrait painter, but that is all water under the bridge.
Where am I going with all of this? As I turn the pages of the sketch book before me, I realize something very special. It may have started with stick people and crayons, and led to manga art and cartoons, but I think my little girl has been given a gift. The gift of expressing herself with a pencil and paper. Who knows what she will do with it. She may doodle her little cartoonish subjects forever, or she may go on to do great things with her craft. Who knows what God has in store for her. I just know it makes her mommy giddy every time I see a new drawing.
I have to stop and ask if that is how God feels with me. It gives me the warm fuzzes to think that God might get giddy over something beautiful I might do! It also puts this parenting thing in a whole new light. I might not have gone on to be a famous designer or had a masterpiece placed in a museum, but I am humbled to think that I was used to create two of Gods most beautiful masterpieces yet...we call them "Kayla" and "Jordan." I'm sorry, but that beats a degree in art any day!
The other day I was reading a book by Joyce Meyers. In it was a very small little quote that grabbed me. "God will never help you be anyone but YOU." Wow! I think so many times we "wish" we were someone else, somewhere else, looking like something else. The truth is that each one of us was created by the master artist himself, for a beautiful purpose. Only He didn't just draw us in a sketch pad. He put us straight on canvas, to be hung for the world to see. Somehow, when I see it from the "artist's perspective," I do feel giddy.
So, as everyone has already probably broken at least one of their New Year's resolutions, I am just going to simply try harder to meet God where I am...at me. Yes, there are some things I need to change, spiritually, mentally, physically, but there are also so many special things about me too, that often get overlooked by the feelings of inadequacy, failure and just plain wishing I was someone else, living someone elses life at moments. (Just being real. Like I still think it is unfair that Heidi Klum looks like she does after how many children???) When I look back at the many choices I have made through life, there are many things I would do different, just because I did let fear stand in my way. So, if I have to make a resolution of any kind, I am going to say that I am going to try harder to be happy with just being me. Well, let me rephrase that...I want to be better at being the "me" that God planned me to be.
Normally I would end on that little note, but since I am one proud mommy, I will show you a few of the many drawings that happen to be in THIS book. (She has several of them laying around.)
Monday, January 4, 2010
My sister Amber and Kayla both got new scarves for Christmas, so of course they had to show them off. Aren't they too cute?! Crazy girls that they are...
Then there was the visit to see my 99 year old great aunt Fay. She is so cute. Of course she has
Thanks for hanging in there with me as I posted a few family pictures. It really was a great time, being with family. I am a very blessed gal!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Kayla with my nephew Tate.
Jordan. Tate making snow angels...
Kevin with my brother-in-law Kirk.
Kayla and our dog Baby girl.
The back door, when the snowball fight ended.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Here is Kayla actually putting the icing on the house...
My five year old nephew Tate took his part in the decorating very seriously...