Friday, August 26, 2011
{this moment}
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
Inspired by SouleMama
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Friday, August 26, 2011
~this moment~
Monday, August 22, 2011
~Celebrate The Small Stuff~
Monday, August 22, 2011
~Celebrate The Small Stuff~
If you'd walked in my house at any point today, you would have seen the exact same me each and every time.
Black tennis/running skirt on. Not because I'm a real runner or tennis player, but because I was determined to get on the treadmill today and it was one of the few things clean and not horribly wrinkled. My lime green, rather unattractive "gymnastics mom" t-shirt, and pony tailed hair. Books all over the counter top and table. A baby in my lap or at my feet.
It's 3:45 and I'm just finishing school with the kids. This should dispel any notion that any one of my three days of schooling at home are easy. It's the hardest thing I've ever done and yet the most fulfilling. Don't know how long we'll do it, but I'm so aware of the "rightness" of this decision for our family, at this moment. (Ask me tomorrow and who knows what I'll say. I've cried and laughed a LOT over the last couple weeks.)
Poor Brad. The first week, every day he walked in the door so cautiously and asked,
"Well. How ARE you? Good day? Bad day?"
I know he's thinking, please Lord, let it have been a good day 'cause I can't handle her falling apart and running off at the mouth about how we're all doomed to failure.
 On the bad days, I must say he handles it like a champ. Or I should say he handles me like a champ. Thankfully, the bad days are not as frequent as the good days! Progress, right?!
Which leads me to my point.
Celebrate the small stuff!
I'm so thrilled I finally get to go take a shower! School is closed for the day. I feel satisfied after this day's work. I am officially in "love on my kids, laugh, and have fun" mode. We get to eat dinner together. Brad's not on call....at least I don't think he is.
 I'm not going to worry about tomorrow's test at school, because today is all we have. If school til 4:00 isn't enough to have a child prepped for a test, then oh well. It'll be alright. 
~stacey
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Friday, August 19, 2011
~Move It~
Friday, August 19, 2011
~Move It~
Lucky for him, she likes to be thrown.
      
~We do so love our Chickfila~
The kids all wanted to sleep in the same bed last night. Usually this means lots of ups and downs, giggles, and other various delays in actually getting to sleep. This time though, I sent them to bed, told them I would be there to tuck them in. Ten minutes later, I walked in to find them all sound asleep. They fill up every bit of a full size bed.
I'm ready for that first smell of fall. I always get a little ancy mid August. Anxious to pull out the boots, sweaters, and rakes.
So glad it's a weekend. Emma is squatting down by the oven, waiting for the blueberry muffins. She LOVES muffins and eats about as much as the other kids. Hence her sweet little thunder thighs. Speaking of which, our movie in the car that we've been watching lately is the second Madagascar. It makes me laugh. This should get your Saturday going:
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Monday, August 8, 2011
~On A Saturday~
Monday, August 08, 2011
~On A Saturday~
It was the middle of the day. Saturday. Brad was going one direction, I was going another, and the kids were everywhere in between. I was surrounded in my usual controlled chaos.
Despite constant motion, other than getting my bed made, everything seemed undone.
I was that chicken with her head cut off. Running around frantically, trying to get ahead so that I could start this first school week in perfect peace.
You know, peace? That mirage that looms in the distance.
If I can just get to that, and get that other thing done, and iron that dress, and get that meal prepared, and clean that thing, get all those school things done, oh and put on my happy face, all while carrying my precious sick baby on my hip. Then. Then the sun will rise on Monday morning, angels will sing, birds will chirp, I will float out of bed in my house coat and prepare a lovely breakfast for my family of 6 before we have a blissful day of school.
Anyway. Back to Saturday. My parents were on the way back home from a trip to the mountains. I knew they were coming but still. Brad was sweetly washing my car for me and there I sat. In the middle of the den, fresh off the phone dealing with an incompetent uniform company. My laundry basket was full, as usual, the things that had managed to get folded half covered the sofa, the rest were piled a mile high in the basket and on my chair. My three crates of half organized school books, papers, binders, and assignments for three children, covered the den floor. I was in the middle of telling somebody to do something and in walk my parents. Mom walks over, gives me a quick hug, and starts folding.
I just looked at her and asked,
"Will I ever not be drowning?"
"Yes." She laughed. "When you're old."
I proceeded to dump all my self doubt and insecurities about what I'm doing and how it sucks the ever lovin' life out of me and I started to say,
"I'm just.....
"investing." She finished my sentence. "You're investing."
Trust me, I was thinking more, "going crazy" but she said, "investing in your children."
Yes. I am investing. Have no idea what the return will be but I sure believe in the product.
Meanwhile, Daddy quietly turned my vacuum over, pulled it a part, and fixed it. He knew it hadn't been working right, and I hadn't taken the time to get it repaired. He then took 10 minutes, straightened and blew out my garage. I love him.
Could I be any more blessed? Don't think so.
I got a clean Suburban, a repaired vacuum, a little less laundry to fold, and a whole lot of love from people who support and value my "praise-less" occupation. All on a Saturday.
I'm so thankful.
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Well, It's now Wednesday night, my week has been a blur. Good. But still a blur.
I got my hair did today.
 An hour in the salon chair was nice, I guess. I could have my hair washed all day long, but other than than, I don't love it. Maybe if I had earphones in, I would love it. But that's rude, right?
Anyhoo, I love my new do. It's a little darker and I have a little side bang thing. The last time I had it cut was JANUARY. Awful, I know.
My kids have uniforms and I l.o.v.e. it! It makes the mornings amazingly simple!
   
Happy School Starting!
~stacey
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