Saturday, June 25, 2011
Look, I love my children. You can tell because they are still alive. They try to die all the time. Today's example: I woke up to a hissing noise and something sliding across my arm...true story. In my mind, I was in a video of MosterQuest and the 50 ft. Anaconda was about to eat me whole and alive, but no...it was just a 3 year old with a stretched out slinky. You would think one so young would have so much to live for and not tempt death. This is not the case. Now that I am up because I tapped into my inner Amazon Woman to kill the giant snake, I can see that today what I have to fear is not a 50 ft. snake. It's a 50 ft. pile of laundry that's been piling up because we were having fun this week. I am smart. I am strong. I can conquer bear hair, killer snakes and monster laundry....and kids with slinkys.
Monday, June 20, 2011
In just 9 minutes it will be tomorrow. Why am I still up? Because I just had to listen to some music, which included (I can't believe I'm admitting this) a re-mixed Miley Cyrus song. It rocks. Don't judge me! I'm wondering what this tomorrow is going to bring. I'm wondering if I should have a certain conversation with someone. I'm wondering if I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill. I'm wondering what I'll make for dinner. I'm wondering how my kids will act at the movies. I'm wondering if my dog will pee on the rug again...gross dog! I'm wondering a lot of stuff that I'd probably wouldn't wonder about if I were in bed sleeping like a normal person. Now I'm wondering just what is normal and do I really want to achieve it. Isn't normal another word for boring? I strive to be a lot of things, and two of them are NOT normal and boring.
Four minutes until tomorrow...
Like y'all care about all of this. I'm wondering if you do. Maybe you're bored and that's why you read this which just goes to show that there really is just too much on the internet nowadays.
Three minutes until tomorrow...
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Vicky's blog is about the things that God puts on this earth to bless us with the knowledge that He likes to make His kids smile. She went with doughnuts, Starbucks, massages and yard sales...she's good. I must add to this list...because she said to...read the title, man.
Cola gummis. I first discovered these in Germany. They are chewy bits of "Aw Dang!" awesome. If I'm going to eat unnecessary calories that will fill me with regret it's going due to these babies.
Indoor plumbing. I know I've said it before, but God bless the person who made it so that we can take of business without worrying about what might be creeping and crawling up our business. Plus, Florida is hot which increases the chances of dangerous chemical reactions. I'm just saying a lovely toilet is a lovely thing. I like this one...it's shiny.
Here's one of the best ones of all, friends you can laugh with about everything and nothing. I have a friend I made laugh at a funeral. (It was so wrong, I know, it was just...sorry) I have a friend who can just make this one face and I'm laughing. Laughter is the best medicine, and friends are the best way to get the dose you need to get through whatever.
Seriously, there is something about eating something that can clog any part of your body at whim that makes it like eating crispy danger. The fact that you can fry just about everything that is edible tells you that God must be for it. I mean, that's just logical right there. Beware though; like everything is awesome, you must partake in moderation or else risk the awesome becoming mundane....and your butt becoming the size of Delaware. It's small state but still...
Again, because she says so, I
have added to Vicky's list of God de-stressers.
I have one more. Crazy funky hair cuts with WHAT? colors. I love it! I love it! I love it!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Today I am wearing white shorts. I must say as a mom of a toddler it is one of the bravest things you can do this side of some kind of war or trauma. It got me thinking. What other acts of bravery do average women face every day just because they woke up...and then so did the kids.
1) We brave judgement from the very beings we brought life to; from our choice of breakfast, to outfits, to way what movies we allow them to watch, our kids just love to point out our dorkiness.
2) We brave judgement from other moms. Yeah, I bottle feed...and?
3) We brave sacrifice. Those shoes might be on sale with only one pair left in your size, but the baby needs diapers. Dang it! Poop wins.
4) We brave stains on every single thing we own. Sometimes, we don't want to know what it is, how it got there, or who did it....just clean it up.
5) We brave an unknown future with the faith and optimism that it will get better. In the US, we're even more blessed because we don't live in a war zone. Praise be to God that things can get better if we ALL make the right choices.
6) We brave the possibility of losing our children to their own bad choices or the bad choices of others. We cannot save them from stupidity all the time.
I think the thing we brave most of all is the uncertainty that we are "doing it right." Am I doing everything I can to help my kid be a productive member of society? Am I making the right choices? If I screw up, can I redeem my mistake? Am I doing too much? Am I doing too little?
What the #$#%$#%^ am I doing anyway?
Hears to all those brave moms out there: wear those white shorts...those little handprints don't stay little for long...be brave