Well amidst all the confusion in my house, I finally found a few minutes to catch up. I locked myself out of my room today. No key. Of course, I called my husband and he said, "Don't break down the door! I'm on my way!" I have locked myself out of the house more than once, and I broke in. Literally broke the door jam, but at least I got in. Hey, it was cold outside. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. (Wink)
I got to watch the Charlie Brown Christmas special! It's just not Christmas until I've seen that, Rudolph (the old one) and How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Know what I mean?
Now, off to start something for supper. Sounds like a chili-dog night to me!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Eew
Gag-o-rama!
Migraines are for the birds. Well, maybe not the birds. Birds are such cute little creatures and I just can't imagine them barfing up their tiny little breakfasts of worms. Ew. Ok, so maybe migraines aren't for them after all. Who came up with that anyways? Well then, migraines are straight from the pit of Hell. Can I get a witneeeesssss??? (I'm singing this.) So my day started off very poorly, how about yours?
My precious boys, I felt so bad for them today. I was such a grouch. I yelled. I told them to shut-up. I was hurting sooo badly. I just wanted them to hush. Now I feel like a real loser, because of the way I talked to them this afternoon. God help me. Why do I do things like that? Please tell me that I am not the only one who does that. Please. Anyone? Thank God for Grandad. He came to the rescue with McDonalds for lunch. Me, I had a bite of a banana and managed to keep it down. Woot!
My sweetheart of a daddy came by to check on me (and to bring food, of course) because he is so very thoughtful. He calls me every day. Every single day. I love that. He's done that for a couple of years now and I don't think he knows how very special that is to me. My day just isn't complete without hearing from my hero. (Yes, my husband is my hero, too. But Dad was my hero first.) Dad, if you ever read this, I love you. I love you more than words could ever say or art could ever inspire. God knew exactly what He was doing when He made you my daddy.
I wish I were a better mother. Some days I feel so inadequate. Maybe it's just the mood that the migraine has led me to. Maybe it's just the weather. Maybe my heart is just a little sad. I just want to go home. That's all I want, is to go home. Funny thing is, I am home. I'm right here in my husbands recliner. What is it then? What's missing? People.
I guess I am a rather small-minded person because I tend to think only of the world that I interact with. Kind of shallow, huh? Our family has experienced so much loss over the last several years. It hits home so much harder during the holidays. Does anyone else feel this way, or am I just a sap? Surely, surely there are those out there who have made it through deep valleys on your way up to the mountain-tops. Reach out your hand, so that I can grab hold. Please. Sometimes all we need in this life is a helping hand.
Then again, I know that I do not walk alone. I know that my God is forever with me. He will be my fortress and my strength. I love Psalms 91.
"Lord, thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my protector and my shelter. Help me to feel your supernatural peace. I love you. Amen."
http://www.biblegateway.com/
Migraines are for the birds. Well, maybe not the birds. Birds are such cute little creatures and I just can't imagine them barfing up their tiny little breakfasts of worms. Ew. Ok, so maybe migraines aren't for them after all. Who came up with that anyways? Well then, migraines are straight from the pit of Hell. Can I get a witneeeesssss??? (I'm singing this.) So my day started off very poorly, how about yours?
My precious boys, I felt so bad for them today. I was such a grouch. I yelled. I told them to shut-up. I was hurting sooo badly. I just wanted them to hush. Now I feel like a real loser, because of the way I talked to them this afternoon. God help me. Why do I do things like that? Please tell me that I am not the only one who does that. Please. Anyone? Thank God for Grandad. He came to the rescue with McDonalds for lunch. Me, I had a bite of a banana and managed to keep it down. Woot!
My sweetheart of a daddy came by to check on me (and to bring food, of course) because he is so very thoughtful. He calls me every day. Every single day. I love that. He's done that for a couple of years now and I don't think he knows how very special that is to me. My day just isn't complete without hearing from my hero. (Yes, my husband is my hero, too. But Dad was my hero first.) Dad, if you ever read this, I love you. I love you more than words could ever say or art could ever inspire. God knew exactly what He was doing when He made you my daddy.
I wish I were a better mother. Some days I feel so inadequate. Maybe it's just the mood that the migraine has led me to. Maybe it's just the weather. Maybe my heart is just a little sad. I just want to go home. That's all I want, is to go home. Funny thing is, I am home. I'm right here in my husbands recliner. What is it then? What's missing? People.
I guess I am a rather small-minded person because I tend to think only of the world that I interact with. Kind of shallow, huh? Our family has experienced so much loss over the last several years. It hits home so much harder during the holidays. Does anyone else feel this way, or am I just a sap? Surely, surely there are those out there who have made it through deep valleys on your way up to the mountain-tops. Reach out your hand, so that I can grab hold. Please. Sometimes all we need in this life is a helping hand.
Then again, I know that I do not walk alone. I know that my God is forever with me. He will be my fortress and my strength. I love Psalms 91.
"Lord, thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my protector and my shelter. Help me to feel your supernatural peace. I love you. Amen."
http://www.biblegateway.com/
Monday, December 7, 2009
Screaming Kids
I woke up this morning to the tune of "Who Let the Dogs Out?" and two screaming kids. Why? Why must children fight when you are trying to sleep in? They were fighting over Bar-b-que chips.
Mitch: "IIIIIII want the bag!!!"
Ben: "NOOOO!!! IIIIIII want to hold the bag you stupid dummy!!!!"
Mitch: "Do you want me to knock you out!!!?"
Ben: "Do you want me to knock YOU out??? I don't even like you! I'm not your brother anymore!!!"
Mitch: "Shut-up!"
Ben: "NO, you shut-up! I'm gonna eat alllll the chips and you get nothin'!"
Sigh.
So I had to get up to go and referee. I was not in a pleasant mood, either. I'm not a morning person to begin with, and I loathe being woke up. I have to admit I think I heard myself growl. Sophie growls when she's aggravated and no one says anything to her. So there. (I'm pretty sure my teeth were showing, too.)
My house still isn't decorated for Christmas. I did, however, purchase two pieces of decor over the weekend. One for outside, and one for the doorknob inside. Oh, and I did purchase an ornament from Starbucks, which is still in the car. My house smells like Christmas, we do watch Christmas movies, and drink hot chocolate. It just doesn't feel like Christmas. Probably won't this year. I've got to get out of this! I have got to concentrate on the real meaning of Christmas, and not the circumstances I am sinking in. Wow, how selfish of me. The reason for the season, is the birth of Christ. I think it's time I start remembering that.
I've never been to a writer's conference or get-together, or editing party but there is a first time for everything! Tonight I'm going to Rockwall for my first meeting. I was actually supposed to have attended a conference in the summer but something came up at the last minute. Can't let that happen this coming year! I am so excited.
I miss my mom. I miss my Granny. I miss a lot of people today. It's not been just today either, it's been going on for a while. I tend to withdraw when this happens, and to tell you the truth, sometimes I like to withdraw. I enjoy being alone. I enjoy peace & quiet & those rare glimpses of tranquility. My soul craves them.
Well, I'm off to begin today's chores. Have a great day.
"Lord, please help me to find contentment in the simple things of my life. Help me to feel peace instead of despair. When my heart needs comforting, please lift my head to the Heavens. Oh, and while you're at it, could you please zap my kids mouths shut while I'm sleeping!!!?"
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Mitch: "IIIIIII want the bag!!!"
Ben: "NOOOO!!! IIIIIII want to hold the bag you stupid dummy!!!!"
Mitch: "Do you want me to knock you out!!!?"
Ben: "Do you want me to knock YOU out??? I don't even like you! I'm not your brother anymore!!!"
Mitch: "Shut-up!"
Ben: "NO, you shut-up! I'm gonna eat alllll the chips and you get nothin'!"
Sigh.
So I had to get up to go and referee. I was not in a pleasant mood, either. I'm not a morning person to begin with, and I loathe being woke up. I have to admit I think I heard myself growl. Sophie growls when she's aggravated and no one says anything to her. So there. (I'm pretty sure my teeth were showing, too.)
My house still isn't decorated for Christmas. I did, however, purchase two pieces of decor over the weekend. One for outside, and one for the doorknob inside. Oh, and I did purchase an ornament from Starbucks, which is still in the car. My house smells like Christmas, we do watch Christmas movies, and drink hot chocolate. It just doesn't feel like Christmas. Probably won't this year. I've got to get out of this! I have got to concentrate on the real meaning of Christmas, and not the circumstances I am sinking in. Wow, how selfish of me. The reason for the season, is the birth of Christ. I think it's time I start remembering that.
I've never been to a writer's conference or get-together, or editing party but there is a first time for everything! Tonight I'm going to Rockwall for my first meeting. I was actually supposed to have attended a conference in the summer but something came up at the last minute. Can't let that happen this coming year! I am so excited.
I miss my mom. I miss my Granny. I miss a lot of people today. It's not been just today either, it's been going on for a while. I tend to withdraw when this happens, and to tell you the truth, sometimes I like to withdraw. I enjoy being alone. I enjoy peace & quiet & those rare glimpses of tranquility. My soul craves them.
Well, I'm off to begin today's chores. Have a great day.
"Lord, please help me to find contentment in the simple things of my life. Help me to feel peace instead of despair. When my heart needs comforting, please lift my head to the Heavens. Oh, and while you're at it, could you please zap my kids mouths shut while I'm sleeping!!!?"
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Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Home
Oh man. I wanna go home. I am home, though. Well, I'm here, at my house, but trust me, this isn't the home I meant. So where is it? How can I possibly go home if I can't even find it? It's cold outside and I'm missing someone. Guess that will always be with me.
Speaking of it being cold outside, I'm about to have to go out in it! Errands to run, fish to fry. I could stay home and do laundry and bathe the dog. Truth is, I'd rather get out in the cold! My sink is full of dishes, the stove needs cleaning, too. However, it is really important that I go and relieve my husband from the burden of his paycheck. It is calling my name. Besides, I wouldn't want him to have a bad day just because he has to carry around that darling slip of blue paper.
Yesterday I bought my first Christmas decoration of the year. I really need to get into the Christmas spirit. I felt a flicker of the holiday flame yesterday; but only for a second. I need it. I need more. We always get a real tree, so we haven't put our Christmas tree up yet. Nothing helps me get in the mood like taking in the beautiful aroma of a fir tree. Mmmmm. How soothing. Perhaps that's what I need. I need to go ahead and get my tree!
Christmas parties planned. Travel arrangements being made. I should be excited, right? So how come I feel like something is missing?
Oh well, life goes on. Gotta go scrub the spaghettios off the floor and find a 'zert' for Ben. He likes his dessert. Who doesn't? In fact, I think I'm in the mood for a 'zert' too. Look out truffles, here I come!
"I gotta gotta TRY-to find the reason WHY!"
Anyone want to guess what Nickelodeon cartoon I'm watching?
Speaking of it being cold outside, I'm about to have to go out in it! Errands to run, fish to fry. I could stay home and do laundry and bathe the dog. Truth is, I'd rather get out in the cold! My sink is full of dishes, the stove needs cleaning, too. However, it is really important that I go and relieve my husband from the burden of his paycheck. It is calling my name. Besides, I wouldn't want him to have a bad day just because he has to carry around that darling slip of blue paper.
Yesterday I bought my first Christmas decoration of the year. I really need to get into the Christmas spirit. I felt a flicker of the holiday flame yesterday; but only for a second. I need it. I need more. We always get a real tree, so we haven't put our Christmas tree up yet. Nothing helps me get in the mood like taking in the beautiful aroma of a fir tree. Mmmmm. How soothing. Perhaps that's what I need. I need to go ahead and get my tree!
Christmas parties planned. Travel arrangements being made. I should be excited, right? So how come I feel like something is missing?
Oh well, life goes on. Gotta go scrub the spaghettios off the floor and find a 'zert' for Ben. He likes his dessert. Who doesn't? In fact, I think I'm in the mood for a 'zert' too. Look out truffles, here I come!
"I gotta gotta TRY-to find the reason WHY!"
Anyone want to guess what Nickelodeon cartoon I'm watching?
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Lord, Help Me!
Oh my goodness. Today was definitely a Monday! It was horrible. Grant it, I did get to wear my new boots so the total day wasn't a bust. My children drove me to the cliff of my sanity today. I'm talkin' to the EDGE. Days like today are what encourages me to write to my Senators to encourage Prozac being put into our water supply. Days like today make me want to grab a can of Reddi-Whip and squeeze that nozzle straight into my mouth. Yes, on days like today I am tempted to pull out the duct tape and adhere my precious little half-pints to the wall with only enough of an opening for them to get sufficient oxygen through. Oh, you just might not understand. I'd read to them; an educational book of course. I'd feed them broccoli and carrots and give them milk through a straw. I'd go over multiplication tables and the alphabet. Heck, I'd even sing a song to them. I am currently wearing a smile as big as Dallas; simply because this idea delights me so. I find great peace in just thinking about it. I think I'm done writing for the night. Yes, I'm sure of it. I need to sit here and relax while I'm in the zone. The quiet zone, that is. (I think if I were a yoga person, this would be the point where I would be chanting ... OHMMMMM.)
Ciao`
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Ciao`
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Missing My Baby Boy
Because of divorce, I am having to share my youngest son with his father. This is NOT an easy task, to say the least. The holiday season makes it much harder because these are times that remind us of all the things we are thankful for. Of course, moms are thankful for their children. It makes me miss my youngest all the more. He left Friday night and I won't get him back until the evening of the 29th. (sigh)
Oh, I know that his dad and his side of the family are thankful for him as well. But, I'm his mommy, indulge me. I love you, Ben. Happy Thanksgiving sweetheart. I pray that God keeps you in the safety of His arms.
Oh, I know that his dad and his side of the family are thankful for him as well. But, I'm his mommy, indulge me. I love you, Ben. Happy Thanksgiving sweetheart. I pray that God keeps you in the safety of His arms.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
HaHa ...
Q: Why are chefs hard to like?
A: Because they beat eggs, whip cream, and mash potatoes!
Hahahahhahaa! Sounds like my kind of Chef! Just in time for the holidays, too.
A: Because they beat eggs, whip cream, and mash potatoes!
Hahahahhahaa! Sounds like my kind of Chef! Just in time for the holidays, too.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I Think That's NOT Ok
Ok, so Ben asks Dodge if he can have something. Dodge says no. So, Ben sneaks over to MEEEE, and proceeds to ask me the same question. My answer was of course, the same as Dodge's answer. (Wouldn't want to confuse the little tike, or create any animosity.)
So, that should be nipped in the bud, huh? Going from one parent to the other, to see if he can get the answer he wants?
We ARE a blended family, you know. Advice anyone?
So, that should be nipped in the bud, huh? Going from one parent to the other, to see if he can get the answer he wants?
We ARE a blended family, you know. Advice anyone?
Religious Freedom
Just wanted to share this link with you, it's about our religious freedom here in America.
http://www.christianpost.com/article/20091119/stand-up-for-religious-freedom/index.html
http://www.christianpost.com/article/20091119/stand-up-for-religious-freedom/index.html
Joke of the Day
I sooo borrowed this from my friend PSN.
One cow says to a bunch of other cows
"I wanted to love all of you; but I couldn't get pasteurize."
:)
Oh, and one more ...
What bird is always out of breath?
A puffin.
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One cow says to a bunch of other cows
"I wanted to love all of you; but I couldn't get pasteurize."
:)
Oh, and one more ...
What bird is always out of breath?
A puffin.
Need a link to some cute kids jokes? try http://www.bestfamilyadvice.com/kids-jokes.html
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Counting My Blessings
Woke up with a sore throat today, ew. I just got over the flu, I don't want to be sick again! Guess I'll up the vitamin C.
Don't you just love it when you call the doctors office and you're put on eternal hold? Yeah. Amid all the errands I had to do today, I did find that Bank of America is offering a free year of McAfee's antivirus thingy. I noticed it while doing some banking online. Yeah, like transfering money from one account to another so bills don't bounce! Oh my, mine have been known to bounce quite high! Yes, I admit it, I am an airhead. You just wouldn't believe my lack of skill in the banking department. Ha! No, I cannot balance a checkbook. So, I don't even bother trying anymore. I don't even look at my bank statements. Ever.
I am listening to the Immanuel Broadcasting Network, which I love. Sophie & I are sitting here on the loveseat, humming to the music (well, Sophie's not humming-she's a dog), and catching up on blogging (Sophie doesn't blog, either). I can't help but be thankful for the blessings in my life. I'm thankful for days that my 4 year old takes naps, I'm thankful for bread machines, and I'm thankful for my wonderful husband. My world would not be complete without that man.
I just sent my boys to bed an hour ago and my 4 year old just walked in here. He said, "Uh, Mama, could I just give you one more hug?" I said, "Sure." Then he said, "Oh, and could I have just one more tiny drink?" So I said ok, then hollered down the hall, to turn the cartoons off. Then I hear, "Barnacles!" Yep, we ARE a Sponge-Bob family. I'm thinkin Sponge-Bob needs some Jesus. I try to use even the smallest things, like cartoons, and turn them into learning lessons. With this particular cartoon, it turns into "What NOT to do to your friends," and "Lying is bad." Where are the Waltons when you need them?
Guess I'll turn in for the night. By the way, if the dog ever starts humming, I'll send a video in to Pet Star. Hmph, if she figures out how to blog, we're taking that show on the road!
Don't you just love it when you call the doctors office and you're put on eternal hold? Yeah. Amid all the errands I had to do today, I did find that Bank of America is offering a free year of McAfee's antivirus thingy. I noticed it while doing some banking online. Yeah, like transfering money from one account to another so bills don't bounce! Oh my, mine have been known to bounce quite high! Yes, I admit it, I am an airhead. You just wouldn't believe my lack of skill in the banking department. Ha! No, I cannot balance a checkbook. So, I don't even bother trying anymore. I don't even look at my bank statements. Ever.
I am listening to the Immanuel Broadcasting Network, which I love. Sophie & I are sitting here on the loveseat, humming to the music (well, Sophie's not humming-she's a dog), and catching up on blogging (Sophie doesn't blog, either). I can't help but be thankful for the blessings in my life. I'm thankful for days that my 4 year old takes naps, I'm thankful for bread machines, and I'm thankful for my wonderful husband. My world would not be complete without that man.
I just sent my boys to bed an hour ago and my 4 year old just walked in here. He said, "Uh, Mama, could I just give you one more hug?" I said, "Sure." Then he said, "Oh, and could I have just one more tiny drink?" So I said ok, then hollered down the hall, to turn the cartoons off. Then I hear, "Barnacles!" Yep, we ARE a Sponge-Bob family. I'm thinkin Sponge-Bob needs some Jesus. I try to use even the smallest things, like cartoons, and turn them into learning lessons. With this particular cartoon, it turns into "What NOT to do to your friends," and "Lying is bad." Where are the Waltons when you need them?
Guess I'll turn in for the night. By the way, if the dog ever starts humming, I'll send a video in to Pet Star. Hmph, if she figures out how to blog, we're taking that show on the road!
Joke of the Day
Ok, so my 9 year old loves silly little jokes. Here's one for today:
Why did the ghost have a tummy ache?
Because he was gobblin up all his treats.
:)
Why did the ghost have a tummy ache?
Because he was gobblin up all his treats.
:)
Monday, November 16, 2009
Days like these ...
"Oh Lord, on days like this one, please help me not to lose my mind. Help me keep my sanity, because I will need it later when I have to remember how to use the A.T.M. machine. Help me not to strangle anyone because that is a crime, and I do not wish to go to prison. Lord, help me to remember that I must not take my eyes off of you; after all, THAT is when Peter began to sink."
Hey, Dad, feel free to come back any time. Umm, but could you hurry up? Thanks. See, today was one of those days that takes you by complete surprise. I might as well have woke up to someone slapping me in the face-with one of those rubber chickens. (sigh)
Mitch had a major meltdown; I'm talking the kicking, screaming, throwing, yelling kind of fit. I'm talking raw emotion. Of course, we believe in equality here in our household so Ben threw quite a tantrum, too. I wanted to hide. I really wanted to go get back in my bed and pull my pillow up over my face. And scream. No, today couldn't be handled by the dry-erase board that keeps tally of smiley faces and "x's." Today, we needed time, attention, love, and discipline. Don't get me wrong, we do discipline on other days, too. In fact, several times a day. However, it isn't always needed to this extreme.
Sidebar: You know those reality shows on T.V., like "Extreme Makeover," etc ... ? Well, I think we need an "Extreme Tantrum" show. I'd be willing to hide a video camera around here so other people could see why my hair is turning so gray. I'd be willing to let JoJo come and stay with us. "Help me, Nanny JoJo!"
Today was one of those days that makes me question my abilities as a parent. It makes me wonder if I have any idea what I'm doing, whatsoever. I've come to the realization that, "No. I don't." Nevertheless, I am doing the best I can. I think. Days like this one, makes me fall back into a cloud of regret. I know I have made many many bad choices. I know that I have had consequences to pay. I know that my rebellion as a youngster led me across a rickety old bridge. I also know that I can't go get those days back. I can't get the time back. I can't change the past, or my mistakes. All I have is right now, to make a difference. So, onward and upward I go.
"God, help me to forgive myself, for all of my mistakes. I have asked you to forgive me, and you have. I just need to learn to forgive myself. Help me to stand in the assurity that you have given me. Help me to show the kind of love and compassion that you do, when you discipline me. Help me, Lord, day by day. Show me how to let others see you, in me."
Hey, Dad, feel free to come back any time. Umm, but could you hurry up? Thanks. See, today was one of those days that takes you by complete surprise. I might as well have woke up to someone slapping me in the face-with one of those rubber chickens. (sigh)
Mitch had a major meltdown; I'm talking the kicking, screaming, throwing, yelling kind of fit. I'm talking raw emotion. Of course, we believe in equality here in our household so Ben threw quite a tantrum, too. I wanted to hide. I really wanted to go get back in my bed and pull my pillow up over my face. And scream. No, today couldn't be handled by the dry-erase board that keeps tally of smiley faces and "x's." Today, we needed time, attention, love, and discipline. Don't get me wrong, we do discipline on other days, too. In fact, several times a day. However, it isn't always needed to this extreme.
Sidebar: You know those reality shows on T.V., like "Extreme Makeover," etc ... ? Well, I think we need an "Extreme Tantrum" show. I'd be willing to hide a video camera around here so other people could see why my hair is turning so gray. I'd be willing to let JoJo come and stay with us. "Help me, Nanny JoJo!"
Today was one of those days that makes me question my abilities as a parent. It makes me wonder if I have any idea what I'm doing, whatsoever. I've come to the realization that, "No. I don't." Nevertheless, I am doing the best I can. I think. Days like this one, makes me fall back into a cloud of regret. I know I have made many many bad choices. I know that I have had consequences to pay. I know that my rebellion as a youngster led me across a rickety old bridge. I also know that I can't go get those days back. I can't get the time back. I can't change the past, or my mistakes. All I have is right now, to make a difference. So, onward and upward I go.
"God, help me to forgive myself, for all of my mistakes. I have asked you to forgive me, and you have. I just need to learn to forgive myself. Help me to stand in the assurity that you have given me. Help me to show the kind of love and compassion that you do, when you discipline me. Help me, Lord, day by day. Show me how to let others see you, in me."
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The Power Team!
Whoa! Go Power Team! Oh, and go ME! I took six boys to see them tonight. Six boys, all by myself. I saw the Power Team once when I was in high school. I felt like a kid again, cheering them on. Ben asked if I would be proud of him if he grows up to be as strong as those guys. Oh yeah. It was neat to see several familiar faces. The boys loved watching those men break stuff and bend steel. I think they liked the fire stuff the best though.
Today was a Friday-school day, which I love. They are such good people. I had no idea there were so many homeschoolers in this area. It is very encouraging for me, as a first year homeschooler. Today I saw someone else's child misbehaving and I was so grateful! I know, that's terrible. However, it's normally my Ben that is acting up. I got to breathe a sigh of relief when I saw that he wasn't the problem. What really got my attention was seeing that this young lad didn't argue with his mother what-so-ever. He ran. He ran away when she came after him. Ben does that to me, so I could totally feel her pain. This mother, who by the way has eight children, was so calm. I'm thinking to myself, "Wow, I would have been running after him while screaming something about putting an "X" by his name. Kudos to you S.P. because seeing you handle that situation, truly inspired me. I've been learning about how I can shift my focus on a situation, and it seems to change completely. It's like a whole new set of solutions appears before me. Seeing you do that, made me pause. It made me think. I was thinking about how I could handle my own little runaway, using your technique.
"God, thank you for opening my eyes to a new way of discipline today. Thank you for my new friends, that are so full of love and support for one another. Help me to be a better mother and a better example. Jesus, thank you for loving me and my children. If it weren't for you, I'd be doomed to an eternity in hell. My Lord, thank you for your compassion; please help me to show it to my children, even when disciplining them. Just as you do."
Today was a Friday-school day, which I love. They are such good people. I had no idea there were so many homeschoolers in this area. It is very encouraging for me, as a first year homeschooler. Today I saw someone else's child misbehaving and I was so grateful! I know, that's terrible. However, it's normally my Ben that is acting up. I got to breathe a sigh of relief when I saw that he wasn't the problem. What really got my attention was seeing that this young lad didn't argue with his mother what-so-ever. He ran. He ran away when she came after him. Ben does that to me, so I could totally feel her pain. This mother, who by the way has eight children, was so calm. I'm thinking to myself, "Wow, I would have been running after him while screaming something about putting an "X" by his name. Kudos to you S.P. because seeing you handle that situation, truly inspired me. I've been learning about how I can shift my focus on a situation, and it seems to change completely. It's like a whole new set of solutions appears before me. Seeing you do that, made me pause. It made me think. I was thinking about how I could handle my own little runaway, using your technique.
"God, thank you for opening my eyes to a new way of discipline today. Thank you for my new friends, that are so full of love and support for one another. Help me to be a better mother and a better example. Jesus, thank you for loving me and my children. If it weren't for you, I'd be doomed to an eternity in hell. My Lord, thank you for your compassion; please help me to show it to my children, even when disciplining them. Just as you do."
Friday, November 13, 2009
Back from dinner out
Ahh, it was nice to have dinner out this evening. Dad kept the boys for us; they had pizza. We got to eat a grown-up meal with drinks served in glass glasses. Wow. I'd almost forgotten what it feels like to play dress-up. I actually put on make-up today. Now THAT rarely happens.
My headache finally went away, thanks to pharmaceutical drugs. Perhaps if I'd eaten more than two cookies throughout the day, I wouldn't have gotten the headache to begin with. (sigh)
Can you see my living room? It looks like a tornado hit it. There are tiny little green army men all over the floor, and my coffee table. The pillows from the couch are scattered on the floor and the laundry that I should have folded this morning, rests comfortably on the love-seat. Let's not forget the dog and all of her toys; which are also scattered about. My desk is piled with papers and old mail. I really need to get organized but since I'm a procrastinator I'll just do that tomorrow.
When we came in the door this evening, the boys jumped out of bed and ran to me to give me hugs and kisses. Bedtime has always been my favorite time of the day. No, really. Not just because the kids are out of the way either. More so because things are winding down, the boys aren't so rambunctious, and we get to spend a little bit of quality time together. We always have prayers, and sometimes a story. I find great peace in knowing that my boys are asleep in their own beds at night, in their own room, in their own house. It doesn't really matter if the room is a mess. Nah, it doesn't matter if Ben has colored all over the walls and put stickers on his dresser. It doesn't matter if there are legos in every nook. What matters is that my boys are safe and sound, sleeping sweetly in the comfort of their own room. I never have liked for them to have sleep-overs. If it was with my parents, it was ok; but that has ended now and ... please. Don't get me started. It has just always been important to me, for my children to be at home at bedtime. Their home should be a place of refuge, and their bedroom a restful place to sleep. Sometimes Ben sleeps so hard that he doesn't even wake up when he falls out of the bed. I hear a thud sometimes, and get up because I know what the sound is. I go pick him up and put him back in his bed, and he never wakes. It'd help if he didn't have 20 stuffed animals in his bed but he thinks he has to have them ALL. He has to have "Beary" the green teddy bear and he has to have his puppy, and let's not forget the blue snake that Bubba won him at Six Flags. Sometimes when we go in to have prayers with the boys, if I plop down on the end of Ben's bed, I land on a Star Wars Storm Trooper. Of course, when I pull him out to toss him onto the floor, Ben insists he needs him to sleep on the bed, too. No wonder he falls out of the bed so often, he sleeps with people from another galaxy! Thanks Mr. George Lucas, you've made my sons life complete. I'm currently breathing like Darth Vader, and I can do a really good impression, just in case you were wondering.
Well, off to bed I go. My rear is getting numb from sitting in this position for so long. Of course it probably didn't help that I am also sitting on that neat little pile of laundry I told you about. "Lord, I need a maid. Could you get me one? Oh, and, she needs to be really good, and really cheap. Thanks, God. I knew you'd have my back."
My headache finally went away, thanks to pharmaceutical drugs. Perhaps if I'd eaten more than two cookies throughout the day, I wouldn't have gotten the headache to begin with. (sigh)
Can you see my living room? It looks like a tornado hit it. There are tiny little green army men all over the floor, and my coffee table. The pillows from the couch are scattered on the floor and the laundry that I should have folded this morning, rests comfortably on the love-seat. Let's not forget the dog and all of her toys; which are also scattered about. My desk is piled with papers and old mail. I really need to get organized but since I'm a procrastinator I'll just do that tomorrow.
When we came in the door this evening, the boys jumped out of bed and ran to me to give me hugs and kisses. Bedtime has always been my favorite time of the day. No, really. Not just because the kids are out of the way either. More so because things are winding down, the boys aren't so rambunctious, and we get to spend a little bit of quality time together. We always have prayers, and sometimes a story. I find great peace in knowing that my boys are asleep in their own beds at night, in their own room, in their own house. It doesn't really matter if the room is a mess. Nah, it doesn't matter if Ben has colored all over the walls and put stickers on his dresser. It doesn't matter if there are legos in every nook. What matters is that my boys are safe and sound, sleeping sweetly in the comfort of their own room. I never have liked for them to have sleep-overs. If it was with my parents, it was ok; but that has ended now and ... please. Don't get me started. It has just always been important to me, for my children to be at home at bedtime. Their home should be a place of refuge, and their bedroom a restful place to sleep. Sometimes Ben sleeps so hard that he doesn't even wake up when he falls out of the bed. I hear a thud sometimes, and get up because I know what the sound is. I go pick him up and put him back in his bed, and he never wakes. It'd help if he didn't have 20 stuffed animals in his bed but he thinks he has to have them ALL. He has to have "Beary" the green teddy bear and he has to have his puppy, and let's not forget the blue snake that Bubba won him at Six Flags. Sometimes when we go in to have prayers with the boys, if I plop down on the end of Ben's bed, I land on a Star Wars Storm Trooper. Of course, when I pull him out to toss him onto the floor, Ben insists he needs him to sleep on the bed, too. No wonder he falls out of the bed so often, he sleeps with people from another galaxy! Thanks Mr. George Lucas, you've made my sons life complete. I'm currently breathing like Darth Vader, and I can do a really good impression, just in case you were wondering.
Well, off to bed I go. My rear is getting numb from sitting in this position for so long. Of course it probably didn't help that I am also sitting on that neat little pile of laundry I told you about. "Lord, I need a maid. Could you get me one? Oh, and, she needs to be really good, and really cheap. Thanks, God. I knew you'd have my back."
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tired of being sick!
Oh man! After having the flu, thanks Ben, I'm trying to get back to some degree of normalcy. Ha! I know, I know, nothing about me is normal. Come on now, I really want to lose the headache before it becomes a migraine! Ahhhh!
Oh, and if I could get away with turning off the T.V. would help. I'm tired of "Word World" and "Ruff Ruffman." They just add to my headache.
So, Dad just walked back in and the shooting began. Ben just couldn't wait till Mitch got back. He was ready, sitting inside his fort with his gun aimed at the door.
While they were gone, I was able to get some writing done, despite the headache. However, it was only after I fixed two plates of snack food and agreed to let him have his glass in the living room. Oh, and I had to pretend to be scared every time he shot a bad guy. Poor Ben, he kept saying, "Mama, can I tell you sompthin?" He continually got my, "In a minute," until he couldn't take it anymore. Finally he exploded and said, "Mama! Are you even listening to me or not!?" So I took a break. Had to; I had to help him find his camo pistol. The world would have ended if we hadn't found it!
Oh, and if I could get away with turning off the T.V. would help. I'm tired of "Word World" and "Ruff Ruffman." They just add to my headache.
So, Dad just walked back in and the shooting began. Ben just couldn't wait till Mitch got back. He was ready, sitting inside his fort with his gun aimed at the door.
While they were gone, I was able to get some writing done, despite the headache. However, it was only after I fixed two plates of snack food and agreed to let him have his glass in the living room. Oh, and I had to pretend to be scared every time he shot a bad guy. Poor Ben, he kept saying, "Mama, can I tell you sompthin?" He continually got my, "In a minute," until he couldn't take it anymore. Finally he exploded and said, "Mama! Are you even listening to me or not!?" So I took a break. Had to; I had to help him find his camo pistol. The world would have ended if we hadn't found it!
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