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School Supper and Shuttle

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Yes, I am reduced to the cute kitty passed out in his bowl of food for this post. This is how I feel tonight. Today was a day in which I feel very blessed to be needed - and even more so that I can complete everything that everyone needed me to do. We started school today. My 8 th grader, 4 th grader and pre - schooler were at the table ready to learn at 9am. My 22mo old daycare sweety and our 2 year old son came along to color in coloring books and cheer on their older counterparts. Or to swipe their pencils, try to crumple their pages, and cry when the allotted 5.1 second attention span of a toddler was up. Either way - choose your scene. The older kids did great - we completed our morning work early enough to have 20 extra minutes out doors. I made something simple for lunch and we even got to watch 40 minutes of TV during lunch. All praise God our Father, those 3 nappers took champion naps today and the big kids and I got down with some Math, Science, and Electi

Fab Ride & Taper Time

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Hubby and I had a fab bike ride last night! We left our 13 year old in charge of a sleeping 2 & 4 year old and a plugged in to the computer 9 year old and set out for about 7 miles down the road to Cold Stone Creamery. I have to say - I wish we had more time to do nachos or cheese sticks...I ate Raisin Bran when we got home! It was nice to get out and be myself for once. :) Hubby is so cool to hang out with. And, he got to see that my bike light is actually NOT functioning properly and it is NOT due to my crazy head. Not that he truly doubts me - but he gets that cute curl to the corner of his smile that tells me he doubts... My stooopid leg really hurt this morning. Hamstring crap-ola. I read on Competitor.com that my ice and stretch routine was NOT in any way the better thing for this injury. Heat needs to be applied to get blood flowing to this under fed group of muscles, and I need to "back off and let it heal." Enter: Aggressive Taper Week I will not

Sweet Saturday

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I find myself waking up several times in the night, anymore. Is it age (NO) or a small bladder, not sure on that one, but I rarely sleep straight through. Which is a reason to cry and cry because our 2 year old finally sleeps through the night - 75% of the time. Yes, he's 2...actually 27 months old...the youngest of four...the last...and consequently the most spoiled. *ahem* Where was I going with this...??...oh yes, SATURDAY! Each time I get up, I have to remind myself what the next day will be. Is it...a weekday? Is it...Sunday (alarm set for 5:30 for long run). Or is it....SATURDAY!? I only woke up twice last night because I stayed up SOOOO late (11:30!), and each time I reminded myself, I smiled. Even though I may not get to sleep very late, sleeping until 7:00 or so is a treasure. And not having to get showered and dressed and ready to receive my extra Sweetie Pies for the day makes me feel all lazy and luxurious! So, I love Saturday - who doesn't? Our

Things I Don't Get

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1. Common popular vernacular, such as "I know, right!?" Grammatically, this sentence is a nightmare. It even feels like a train wreck when I say it. I make fun of my kid when he says it - he thinks I'm a dork. 2. Why my 13 year old doesn't want to be in the same part of the house with me all day until after 8pm. This also happens to be the time when I am trying to catch up with things on the computer, pay bills, give myself a long overdue pedicure, think in a straight line, etc. 3. The fact that the earlier I have to get up and the more I have to do the next day, the less I can sleep that night. I have to pee 12 times, and of course, check the clock each time. That would also be the night one of my children is walking in their sleep (see #9). 4. Most of popular mainstream music. Seriously, I must be 80 years old, I think the lyrics are socially bankrupt and the musicians never put any thought into what they are doing to those poor drum kits. Somebod

Service Silence and Suppertime

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We were immensely blessed to be able to get a 2 nd car not long ago. I was a little irritated about the repair that was needed immediately following, but it all worked out. Purchase price + repairs = still an okay price for the car. This second vehicle has made it possible for use to divide and conquer on such things as shuttling kids, getting the shopping done and fulfilling church obligations. And this last 2 weeks, it has allowed me to meet people that I would have never been able to speak with. I was contacted, last week, to give a ride to an International Student of the University to our Sunday service last week. I live 2 blocks away from where she is staying, so it works great. Diana is a woman from Kenya , here on a scholarship to complete her Masters degree in Education. SUCH a neat lady! Today, when I went to get her, she asked if we had room for a woman named Sylvia. She is another bright woman, here on a scholarship to obtain her PhD. Wow. I am so blown away b

Injuries, Football and Wings

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Ice on one end and heat on the other. My beloved ice pack has helped me through knee and hammy issues. It's also been good to my son's Turf Toe and my daughters sprained ankle. But it died. One of the children killed it and it's jelly-like guts got all over the floor - not the couch, hallelujah! I went to Walgreen's for a replacement and was able to offer my expertise in the area of hot/cold therapy to a young woman there. I could tell that she was scoping out the area I was in and grabbed a few things and moved to the side. She proceeded to ask me a few questions about the ones in my hand and I just kept answering her questions like some sort of pain relieving saleswoman. In that conversation, I realized that I am either getting old...or... Moving on... We embarked on the adventure that is Midget Football today. We've now had practice every day for two weeks - but today was Picture Day! I had no idea how long that would take. I have a lot of res

Comfort

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This weekend was full of things that were just outside of my "acceptable" range. You know - the comfort zone. I'm not sure why there is this space where God lives and I cannot. I can trust him and chalk things up to "there's always a reason" most of the time. But sometimes, things are so far out of my scope of understanding, I can't even see God standing there. A baby was Heaven Born this weekend. I've known the parents from church, sat by them, chatted with them. I know their relatives, and friends. This baby was to be trusted to my care after Momma returned to her duties as a school teacher. She's been to my house, my kids were so excited. The only thing I could think of at first was WHY. Why did THAT happen?? Those thoughts were followed by guilt. I have 4 healthy children that I certainly don't deserve. My heart breaks for the family, my soul aches for the Mother. Somehow, I can "understand" most things we chalk up a

Fantasy Friday

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I had THE perfect bike ride this morning . I got up before dawn and headed out into perfect weather. There were no cars on the streets and I just rode and rode and rode until it was time to turn around. I had plenty of fuel and water, and the weather was neither to hot nor to cold. When I got home, coffee was already made and I had plenty of time to take a shower. I was alone in the bathroom the whole time. I was able to get dressed, and fix my hair and makeup before any children stirred. After my first cup of coffee, our 2 year old gently called "Momma, I am up now. Please come and get me." I went in to the little kids room, and our 4 year old had already started cleaning her room - how nice! Going out to the kitchen, I saw that our 9 year old was making breakfast for us and our 13 year old was already out mowing the yard. While David and I leisurely ate breakfast together, we talked about the day and the upcoming weekend. We got plenty of time to chat about

Dear David

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My husband is the best person I know. I love my Momma, my sister, brothers and family, don't mistake that. But my husband has no genetic reason to put up with me - hence he is just a little nicer than they are. *wink* Here's a letter to him...if you know David, wish him happy birthday on the 17th. Dear David, Thank you so much for last night. It was wonderful! You are truly the only one that can do what you do! I'm sure that Cameron was very grateful as well. Being 2 and having a fever in the middle of the night is hard. You totally speak my language when you step up with the kids. You knew that I wanted to workout in the morning and let me get some sleep so I could do so. I don't know if I could sleep on the couch all night holding a baby - but you make it look good! Thanks for putting the light on my bike and working hard to make enough money so that I can buy new running shoes when I decide I want to retrain my stride. You always go along with my crazy pla