According to my editor, the past 2 weeks my blog has been a little too much of my strong opinion. While she understands it, she feels that if you don't know me (or even if you do) that I may come across as a know it all. That is the last thing I want. I want this to be about my journey through my life and the grace that God gives me. So I am going to take this weeks ten down and try again.
I put it back up (see below), with a few changes. Thank you for your support and for your sweet comments.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
1. That picture says it all. If you have one kid or ten there are days where you feel like this. Like you have been run over by a truck. I saw alot of moms look like this after the school Fall Festival on Tuesday. Between today (Thursday) and Monday, I have four birthday parties, 2 Halloween parties, a Cub Scout meeting, and a 5K race. I also just remembered that Pac had an accident the other night and I never changed his sheets. It dried and he has slept in it for two days. You can send my Mother of the Year award to my home address.
2. I have a new trick. Sometimes, even though I haven't seen the big kids all day, I am worn out from the ride home from school. They get in the car and it is on. My new trick is to give them the keys to the house and I just sit in the car. It's quiet there. I might read the mail, play on my phone, or just close my eyes and prepare for the afternoon. Eventually I either hear them screaming or someone comes outside because they need me. (I think that lady in the picture above got that way by being too needed. Needed to death.)
3. I have felt a little extra crazy this past week for many reasons. One is reason is someone is coming to visit. If you are a guy who happens to read this blog then you need to know this information. Every month I have a visitor and before she comes I have some extra crazy days. This is what you need to know because I know you have either a wife, daughter, or mother.
*The crazy is real. It's some kind of hormonal screw up that makes us really sad, angry, tired, and very sensitive. We aren't faking it. If we could stop it, we would. We can't even stop it when we know that's the reason we are crying over nothing or had our feelings hurt by nothing.
*Your job (if you are a man) is to acknowledge (in your own head) what is happening and then be extra nice. Just give us some extra love and extra help. And don't tell us that you know what's going on. Just don't. And certainly don't ask that question. We will hate you. It will not end well. Don't.
4. Guess who let me take their pictures? I am in shock. Love you big kids.
5. I am nothing if not obsessive. I usually get into something and go really hard until I burn out. Some examples would be Words with Friends on my phone. Really obsessive for a few weeks and then a quick burnout. Right now I am so into my Tap Fish 2 fish tanks (I have four now) and this is one of my driveway calming mechanisms. (By the way, I still sharpen pencils.)
6. We have been going through each chapter in the book of Matthew during Wednesday night church and 1 Thessalonians on Sunday morning. Although it's not the main point, I keep hearing about how, as Christians, we are ambassadors for God. We aren't trying to earn our salvation by doing good things, but because of what Jesus did for us, we are to love the people of this world. One of the things we talked about is how we live our lives. Our example. Does this mean we are perfect? Absolutely not. But do we try to live lives honoring our Father? Yes. I thought about my example. I know that some of you have told me that you read this blog and know some of my story. What if you saw me at the Shamrock taking shots at the bar? Would you still read this or would everything I said suddenly seem very fake? I can't just talk about my walk with the Lord, I have to live it. Especially in front of my kids. Thank goodness for amends. I say "I was wrong", all the time.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
2. In case you didn't see on my Facebook, Betsy is famous.
The Tweed Run (read about it on the blog below) was on Saturday (in NYC) and her family was photographed and then put on a fashion blog, Unabashedly Prep. From there she was reblogged and even pinned. It's really interesting to watch how fast you can travel on the Internet and the judgements people can make about you just by looking at one picture. One person felt this way, "This family cannot possibly be happy. They are too well dressed. If those parents spent half as much time tending to their children’s emotional needs as they do dressing them in stylish sweater vests, we wouldn’t have another John and Kate problem on our hands." Really? You got all of that from just a picture of a family who dressed up for an event? Whatever angry blogger. Here's another one from a blog called How to be my Boyfriend and it says, "you must want and love children as much as she does and agree to the weird bohemian names she plans to call them." That one is actually more on the money.
3. Betsy is really really ticked at Tori Spelling for naming her third child Hattie. I don't know how she will let her know how mad she is, but she is mad. How dare she steal her name! Whatever Donna Martin.
4. I have come up with a new job for myself. I want to be a bridal registry consultant. I have been married for almost 15 years now and I look around the house and still see wedding presents. Some good, some bad. Some have been gone for years (think navy towels and lots of themed margarita glasses). Let's face it, twenty somethings, about to get married, have no idea what they will actually use or what they need. This is where I come in. I will take you to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and instead of letting you run wild with the scanner gun I will show you what will help you in your kitchen. You will not register for crazy colored sheets. You will get white sheets and white towels. We will go for quality cook wear and knives. (We might need to bring in your local Cutco dealer and let him set up a separate registry.) Don't go to your local boutique and register for a bunch of cutesy stuff that you will be sick of way before your 5th anniversary. Let me guide you. (My all time favorite wedding present was a homemade quilt. It has been on every picnic and snuggles on the couch with you anytime you need it.)
5. It's Halloween time. My parents did Halloween when I was really little but then they read a book or went to some conference that told them they were worshipping Satan, so we stopped trick or treating. We started going to Hallelujah parties where you were only allowed to dress like someone from the Bible. Picture a ton of angels, Marys, and sheppards. Betsy was the fruit of the Spirit one year. She wore a leotard and had balloons pinned on her as the fruit. If only I could find a picture. (For the record, we thought the parties were lame.) I know lots of Christians don't participate and I am totally fine with that. You get to decide how to raise your children. I do like how the Joy in this Journey mom puts it here. And since this is my blog and I can say what I want, I will say that in my adult life I have never met a person who questioned their faith or the faith of their parents based on how they celebrated (or didn't celebrate) Halloween, Christmas, or Easter. Just sayin'. (On the other hand, Packy and I walked out of Party City because it was way too scary for either of us. Cute costumes, I like. Adult scary stuff, I do not.)