Kris was out of town all week, so I had no inspiration. He truly is the fun factor in this house.
I told Kris when I talked to him on Thursday that I was ready to start a ministry for single moms. Seriously. By Wednesday, I was mentally, physically and emotionally drained. And I hadn't had a decent conversation with anyone over two years old in days. Thanks for the call on Thursday, Kate. It was my favorite part of the week. Luke was over Daddy being gone too. I saw a huge difference in his attitude and level of cooperation. I'm not kidding you, he got sassy. The child can barely say a sentence, but he was giving me lip.
Kris' parents were wonderful. Mrs. Bonnie cooked dinner for us Monday and Wednesday night and helped entertain the boys when we went over. She called me every morning to make sure I had survived the night. Mr. Eric let me borrow his truck since Kris had the car. Luke was thrilled to have "Papa's truck!" and wanted to "dribe it!" every time we were getting in or out of it. I had to take my shoe off to use on his behind on Friday because, by that point, the novelty of it had definitely worn off for me, while he was still determined to get behind the wheel. I thought I was going to have to do it again at Chic-Fil-A later that day, but I already felt like such a redneck for having done it in the first place and was afraid someone might turn me in.
Needless to say, I'm glad Kris is home. We celebrated five years of marriage yesterday and went out for dinner. It was the best meal out I've ever had.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Random, I know. However....
Has anyone else ever noticed that the tune for "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" and the Alphabet Song are the exact same? How did I get to 27 and never notice this?
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Ten Things I Love about Blogs
1.I make myself laugh when I write. Otherwise, I'm really not very funny.
2.I get to talk about my kids without having to listen about other people’s kids too. (Friends and family, I do want to hear about your kids, I promise. That's why I read your blog and talk to you on the phone too. It's just those other people...)
3.Sometimes, I just want it to be all about me. It’s me time.
4.By the end of my story I have perspective.
5.Because I had the chance to write it all down, no one actually got to witness me without perspective. It’s ugly, folks.
6.I have memories of my children as they grow up.
7.I get to show my kids one day the things that God showed me through their lives.
8.I get to write down and one day show my kids the awesome things that God has spoken over their lives.
9.I get to talk about how wonderful my husband is to other people without getting on their nerves. The fact that I don't have a story to link to means nothing. He truly is wonderful.
10.I get to stay in touch with those who don’t live close to me. Thanks for being a part of my life!
2.I get to talk about my kids without having to listen about other people’s kids too. (Friends and family, I do want to hear about your kids, I promise. That's why I read your blog and talk to you on the phone too. It's just those other people...)
3.Sometimes, I just want it to be all about me. It’s me time.
4.By the end of my story I have perspective.
5.Because I had the chance to write it all down, no one actually got to witness me without perspective. It’s ugly, folks.
6.I have memories of my children as they grow up.
7.I get to show my kids one day the things that God showed me through their lives.
8.I get to write down and one day show my kids the awesome things that God has spoken over their lives.
9.I get to talk about how wonderful my husband is to other people without getting on their nerves. The fact that I don't have a story to link to means nothing. He truly is wonderful.
10.I get to stay in touch with those who don’t live close to me. Thanks for being a part of my life!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Am I a Terrible Mother?
This morning when I started thinking about breakfast, I opened the refrigerator and pulled out what I wanted for myself. And I was tempted to close the door and walk away without getting anything for the kids. Does anyone else feel that way sometimes? Like you just want to think about yourself and forget that you have any other responsibilities. What smell? Crying baby? I don't hear any crying baby. What are you talking about? I don't have two small children who need EVERY single need taken care of by someone else. Namely, me.
Of course, hungry children are far more frightening than a mother bear robbed of her cubs, to steal a quote from Proverbs, so I fed my boys. Don't report me to DFACS, please. But some days are just like that.
Some days it's the house stuff I want to pretend doesn't exist. The ring around my toilet is merely a decorative touch. The layer of dust on the furniture? Luke's art easel. Who really needs clean clothes? They'll just get dirty again. Mopping the floors? Highly overrated. Of course, when you have enough food for the next meal stuck to the bottom of your socks after walking around in your kitchen, it's time for an intervention. There's only so much denial I can take.
I'm just saying, sometimes....I want to be selfish, I want to think about MEEEEEEE. (Said with an annoying whine.)
I love my life. Truly. No sarcasm. My boys. What else do I need to say? And those "moments" quickly disappear (some days more quickly than others). Even in those moments it only takes a small reminder of how blessed I am to be able to be the one who feeds them breakfast, changes all their poopy diapers, cleans up after them and provides a place of peace for them to learn to walk with God.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Of course, hungry children are far more frightening than a mother bear robbed of her cubs, to steal a quote from Proverbs, so I fed my boys. Don't report me to DFACS, please. But some days are just like that.
Some days it's the house stuff I want to pretend doesn't exist. The ring around my toilet is merely a decorative touch. The layer of dust on the furniture? Luke's art easel. Who really needs clean clothes? They'll just get dirty again. Mopping the floors? Highly overrated. Of course, when you have enough food for the next meal stuck to the bottom of your socks after walking around in your kitchen, it's time for an intervention. There's only so much denial I can take.
I'm just saying, sometimes....I want to be selfish, I want to think about MEEEEEEE. (Said with an annoying whine.)
I love my life. Truly. No sarcasm. My boys. What else do I need to say? And those "moments" quickly disappear (some days more quickly than others). Even in those moments it only takes a small reminder of how blessed I am to be able to be the one who feeds them breakfast, changes all their poopy diapers, cleans up after them and provides a place of peace for them to learn to walk with God.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Fourteen
The official count is in. Between my two children, there were fourteen poopy diapers today (including the one without an actual diaper). I deserve a medal.
What a Poopy Day
I have changed eight poopy diapers today. That was after the first one Kris changed before he left for work. After poopy diaper number 6, I left Luke bare-butt because I was about to put him in the shower with me. I left him for two minutes to check my email when he started saying, "Whas dat? Whas dat? Whas dat?" I turned around to see him pointing to the floor at what would technically up the number of poopy diapers to 10. Just minus the diaper. Nice. At least it was on the tile.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Parenting Skills
I read something in 1 Samuel the other day that made me go, "Ooooo..." 1 Samuel 2 talks about Eli's two wicked sons, and it mentions that Eli rebukes them for their wickedness. 1 Samuel 3:13 says, "...his sons made themselves contemptible, and he failed to restrain them."
I know this isn't an exact parallel here, but it did strike me. There are so many times that I find myself fussing at Luke from the other room, never really intending to go to him and make him obey. It's almost as if it's all for pretense, so I feel like I'm at least "doing something" when I'm too tired or wrapped up in my task to really do something.
The result of Eli's lax parenting? 1 Samuel 2:31-33 "The time is coming when I will cut short your strength and the strength of your father's house, so that there will not be an old man in your family line and you will see distress in my dwelling. Although good will be done to Israel, in your family line there will never be an old man. Every one of you that I do not cut off from my altar will be spared only to blind your eyes with tears and to grieve your heart, and all your descendants will die in the prime of life."
Wow. That's harsh.
Now, like I said, it's not an exact parallel, but I do know one thing. My job as mom is more than the loving, kissing, hugging and fussing. It's training my children to obey my word and honor my instruction so that they will one day choose to obey the word of the Lord and honor Him. It's for their safety but also for this: I don't want them to miss the good done by the Lord in their day.
I know this isn't an exact parallel here, but it did strike me. There are so many times that I find myself fussing at Luke from the other room, never really intending to go to him and make him obey. It's almost as if it's all for pretense, so I feel like I'm at least "doing something" when I'm too tired or wrapped up in my task to really do something.
The result of Eli's lax parenting? 1 Samuel 2:31-33 "The time is coming when I will cut short your strength and the strength of your father's house, so that there will not be an old man in your family line and you will see distress in my dwelling. Although good will be done to Israel, in your family line there will never be an old man. Every one of you that I do not cut off from my altar will be spared only to blind your eyes with tears and to grieve your heart, and all your descendants will die in the prime of life."
Wow. That's harsh.
Now, like I said, it's not an exact parallel, but I do know one thing. My job as mom is more than the loving, kissing, hugging and fussing. It's training my children to obey my word and honor my instruction so that they will one day choose to obey the word of the Lord and honor Him. It's for their safety but also for this: I don't want them to miss the good done by the Lord in their day.
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