There have been entirely too many times lately that I've composed fantastic posts in my head only to fail miserably at actually getting them onto the screen. I think it's due entirely to the fact that I wait too long to write. So, here I sit, boring everyone to tears while I openly frustrate myself and my writing muse.
At least I've done it. I did write. That's the important part.
Tomorrow is another day. Right?
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Storms and Joy
I love thunderstorms. I love listening to the rumble of thunder, the splash of rain, smelling the wet in the air. I like splashing in the puddles, but only if I'm not getting too wet. Spongy toes do not make me happy.
Right now I'm lounging on the couch, cuddled up with kiddo #3, enjoying the rain and actually praying for a nice loud storm. Not just because we need the water, but because I just want to splay across the sofa, drink a warm cup of coffee and read the book I've been so looking forward too.
Yes, I'm using it as an excuse to be lazy, but what better weather for snuggly entertainment. I guess it's just a bonus that reading and curling up with the offspring are good things.
In fact, I'm going to go revel in the rain now. It may not be a storm, but I'll take what I can get.
Right now I'm lounging on the couch, cuddled up with kiddo #3, enjoying the rain and actually praying for a nice loud storm. Not just because we need the water, but because I just want to splay across the sofa, drink a warm cup of coffee and read the book I've been so looking forward too.
Yes, I'm using it as an excuse to be lazy, but what better weather for snuggly entertainment. I guess it's just a bonus that reading and curling up with the offspring are good things.
In fact, I'm going to go revel in the rain now. It may not be a storm, but I'll take what I can get.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Consistently Flighty
Cindy Rushton over at Cindy's Desktop ( http://www.cindysdesktop.com/) asked a great question (I'll let you go there and read it) that really made me think. Maybe it was a little more personal of an answer than she was looking for, but I tend to do that. Personalize things.
I'm inconsistent. Horribly so. I like to think of it as an undiagnosed "over-the-counter" form of ADD. Or maybe it's just that I'm flighty. Curious. Easily distracted? How about too busy? I do have four children, three fishes (yes, it's proper to say that in this case. I checked.), two dogs, a husband, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Sort of crazy then, that I would start a blog on which I intend to write at least three days a week, right? I try to volunteer. I homeschool most days. And I've been working on an afghan for 4 years. Right now that blanket may just cover a baby crib.
I dream big. Not Mount Everest big, but big. There's a certain ideal I have for myself. Things I would LOVE to accomplish. Places I want to go, sights to see. I have great ambition. Grand thoughts. I don't just want it all, I want to do it all.
Then reality hits. I start crocheting the blanket and mid-row, the phone rings. I begin writing and a kid wants math help. I've come to expect these types of interruptions. I'm a mom. Mothers everywhere roll their eyes as they read that.
The reality is I'm undisciplined. I'd always made excuses for myself like the ones I just gave until my father brought it home to me. Dads are good for that. While I was making jokes at yet another unfinished project ("Dad, I'm just easily sidetracked."),
he broke it down for me. "Dear, you're not flighty or stupid. You just need more discipline in your life."
WHAT? Ouch.
But he's right. After I got over my initial reaction I realized how right he is. Is that the legacy I want to leave my children and their families? Projects started and not finished, a life wasted by dreams without accomplishments? Hardly.
And so I resolve to begin a disciplined day. Today. I'll start small and build. Line upon line, precept upon precept. ;P I think if I start with a schedule that will force me to accomplish more. I'll have to get to all those things I'd LIKE to do because the things I HAVE to do are done.
We'll see how this new idea works. I'll let you know.
I'm inconsistent. Horribly so. I like to think of it as an undiagnosed "over-the-counter" form of ADD. Or maybe it's just that I'm flighty. Curious. Easily distracted? How about too busy? I do have four children, three fishes (yes, it's proper to say that in this case. I checked.), two dogs, a husband, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Sort of crazy then, that I would start a blog on which I intend to write at least three days a week, right? I try to volunteer. I homeschool most days. And I've been working on an afghan for 4 years. Right now that blanket may just cover a baby crib.
I dream big. Not Mount Everest big, but big. There's a certain ideal I have for myself. Things I would LOVE to accomplish. Places I want to go, sights to see. I have great ambition. Grand thoughts. I don't just want it all, I want to do it all.
Then reality hits. I start crocheting the blanket and mid-row, the phone rings. I begin writing and a kid wants math help. I've come to expect these types of interruptions. I'm a mom. Mothers everywhere roll their eyes as they read that.
The reality is I'm undisciplined. I'd always made excuses for myself like the ones I just gave until my father brought it home to me. Dads are good for that. While I was making jokes at yet another unfinished project ("Dad, I'm just easily sidetracked."),
he broke it down for me. "Dear, you're not flighty or stupid. You just need more discipline in your life."
WHAT? Ouch.
But he's right. After I got over my initial reaction I realized how right he is. Is that the legacy I want to leave my children and their families? Projects started and not finished, a life wasted by dreams without accomplishments? Hardly.
And so I resolve to begin a disciplined day. Today. I'll start small and build. Line upon line, precept upon precept. ;P I think if I start with a schedule that will force me to accomplish more. I'll have to get to all those things I'd LIKE to do because the things I HAVE to do are done.
We'll see how this new idea works. I'll let you know.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Labor Day Labors
In honor of Labor Day, I thought I'd participate in the meme from Rocks In My Dryer and We Are THAT Family and write about what has been the most rewarding and longest lasting labor of my life.
How long were your labors?
#1: 23 hrs., 9 of which were alone
#2: 5 1/2 hrs. and crazy intense
#3: 9 hrs., and easy as labor can be
#4: 11 hrs. most bizarre story ever.
How did you know you were in labor?
#1: I didn't until the nurse told me. No, it didn't hurt that much.
#2: water broke and I couldn't breathe AT ALL through the pain.
#3: induced. Sort of.
#4: nearly induced. I think fear of Pitocin brought about fake contractions and the OB showed mercy.
Where did you deliver?
At the hospital.
Drugs?
uh, heck yes! Several kinds, and not all of them worked. Darnit.
C-section?
No, but #2 almost was. Scary stuff!
Who delivered?
The ob/gyn on call for all of them. I never did time it right to get the doc I'd seen throughout the pregnancy. I feel a little envious of those of you who did! Seems only right the doc who'd gotten the easy, routine parts of this baby deal should get the messy, exhilirating finale, right?
How long were your labors?
#1: 23 hrs., 9 of which were alone
#2: 5 1/2 hrs. and crazy intense
#3: 9 hrs., and easy as labor can be
#4: 11 hrs. most bizarre story ever.
How did you know you were in labor?
#1: I didn't until the nurse told me. No, it didn't hurt that much.
#2: water broke and I couldn't breathe AT ALL through the pain.
#3: induced. Sort of.
#4: nearly induced. I think fear of Pitocin brought about fake contractions and the OB showed mercy.
Where did you deliver?
At the hospital.
Drugs?
uh, heck yes! Several kinds, and not all of them worked. Darnit.
C-section?
No, but #2 almost was. Scary stuff!
Who delivered?
The ob/gyn on call for all of them. I never did time it right to get the doc I'd seen throughout the pregnancy. I feel a little envious of those of you who did! Seems only right the doc who'd gotten the easy, routine parts of this baby deal should get the messy, exhilirating finale, right?
What IS the Cathedral?
Imagine if you will the Notre Dame, or St. Paul's. The impressive majesty. The grandeur. The art and sculpture and paintings. Incredible beauty calling to the masses. Hear the softly whispered praises for centuries old artwork.
I like to think that's what the Princess was dreaming of when she painstakingly expressed herself with permanent marker on the wall. The one I had just painted one week before. I seriously disappointed her. Seriously.
So goes my life. Crayon on the walls, peanut butter fights all over the kitchen, newspaper sword battles in the rain...
It's a colorful, chaotic, LOUD life, but it's mine. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. There are things I'd have done differently, or at a different time, but this is MY life. My choices got me here.
This is my cathedral and sometimes I'm the one with the crayon, dreaming of da Vinci.
I like to think that's what the Princess was dreaming of when she painstakingly expressed herself with permanent marker on the wall. The one I had just painted one week before. I seriously disappointed her. Seriously.
So goes my life. Crayon on the walls, peanut butter fights all over the kitchen, newspaper sword battles in the rain...
It's a colorful, chaotic, LOUD life, but it's mine. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. There are things I'd have done differently, or at a different time, but this is MY life. My choices got me here.
This is my cathedral and sometimes I'm the one with the crayon, dreaming of da Vinci.
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