Monday, May 17, 2010

It's Hard Keeping Up

There is nothing new about the fact that it is difficult keeping up. As a mother of four children ranging in age from 16 to 6, keeping up with everything is tough.

Like many moms I feel as if I spend the majority of my time driving. I drive to baseball games, baseball practice, doctor's appointments, church outings, church, vocal practice, school, grocery store, Target, here, there, and everywhere.

I feel like I can't keep up. I miss things, I read e-mails incorrectly, I schedule dentist appointments during times that are occupied with other appointments, I forget to return phone calls, and miss voice mails, and that's coming from a person who is highly organized. Yikes.

I don't take one day at a time, I take one section of the day at a time. Please don't ask me about this evening until I get through this morning. I can't discuss tomorrow until I get through today.

I however, in the thick of feeling as if I cannot keep up, love that God strengthens me each moment. I love that I can run to my Father and cast my cares on Him. I love that each day I get to breathe, live, and enjoy my family.

It's hard keeping up, but I love trying.

"With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God."
Mark 10:27

Monday, May 10, 2010

Congratulations, You're a Mom!

After each sentence, finish with: Congratulations you're a mom!

If you have ever left a diaper on so long that a hard crust developed on your baby’s lily white behind. . .

If you have considered, slightly, leaving your napping baby home for 20 minutes alone while you rush to the grocery store. . .

If every time you pull your jeans on you say “these shrunk”. . .

If you have every used a baby wipe to wet down your preschoolers bed head before school. . .

If you have ever considered shutting your eyes for just a minute while sitting at a traffic signal. . .

If you ever went from thinking that minivans were lame to drooling over the newest model. . .

If you ever wanted to be hospitalized with appendicitis just to get away and be taken care of. .

If you have ever muffled a cuss word under your breath. . .

If you have very spent 40 minutes getting your toddler down for a 90 minute nap. . .

If you have ever had a fit of frustration and yelled at the television, “You have the map Dora, you figure it out!” . . .

If you have ever found anything in your dryer besides clothes . . .

If you have ever checked your kids into child care for Sunday school or Bible study, and gone for coffee instead of church. . .

What are your thoughts? Share your best one.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Friday, May 7, 2010


Sunday is Mother's Day.

I love my mom. I am grateful for my mom. I am blessed by the fact that she lives 3 miles away, is retired, and helps me out tremendously.

I am blessed by the fact that she calls me "the joy of her life" even though I snap at her and dish out sarcastic comments. I also roll my eyes when she asks a question and don't always treat her in a loving manner or the way that she should be treated. I don't deserve that title.

I am blessed by the fact that we are great friends, that she is a Christ follower, and she loves me unconditionally.

I love that my mom is active, young looking, and isn't stubborn and ornery. I love that my mom loves my family, and make us a priority. I love her heart for God and serving His people and her biblical wisdom and godly counsel.

My mom is in great shape, and gets down on the floor to play with the kids. I love that. She volunteers in the classroom and brings money when the kids need it for a field trip or the Book Fair. She grabs stuff that I need from the grocery store and drives my kids all over town. She is selfless.

The list goes on and on, but this blog post cannot.

I love my mom. What a blessing!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Open House

I still attend Open House. I have many more years of attending Open House, in fact.

I remember how as a kid, Open House was so exciting. Just the fact that I was actually going to school at night was enough to have me jumping up and down like a kangaroo one hour prior to departure.

My classroom was pristine, the best of my school work was mounted perfectly and displayed before all the attenders, and cookies and punch were the typical fare for the evenings extravaganza. Good times.

Open House isn't so fun as a parent. I rush from room to room never actually absorbing every section and pouring out the accolades as I should. I leave that up to the grandparents.

I collect the necessary reports and art work, chat quickly with the teacher making sure to praise her endeavors, and attempt to ask poignant questions relating to the displays littering the tables, walls, and ceiling.

The night ends late, usually with a trip through the Dairy Queen drive thru, and the next morning is chock full of crabbiness and half open eyes.

I think that schools should schedule Open House like they do parent-teacher conferences. The school is shut for the day and parents sign up for a 20 minute time slot to go, peruse, soak, observe, praise, and absorb, a year full of hard work. On the other hand, it wouldn't be as much fun for the kids, and, isn't it all about the kids?

Monday, May 3, 2010

He Never Sleeps In

My nine year old never sleeps in. When he goes to bed at 6:00 p.m., he wakes up at 6:00 a.m. When he goes to bed at 9:30 p.m., he wakes up at 6:00 p.m. If napping was still acceptable, he would be the perfect napper.

He falls asleep on the way to church on Saturday nights. If I have to drive my daughter to church after school during the week, he falls asleep on the way home. If he goes to a major league baseball game in the evening, he falls asleep during the game.

Saturday night was man night. My husband took the two little kids out to dinner and milk shakes for dessert. They got home at 9:30 p.m. I had no doubt that my son would be exhausted, but hoped that this time he would sleep in.

The next morning my son woke up at 5:55 a.m. Ugh!

I put to bed at 7:00 p.m. that night and do you know what happened? He slept in. Nice. He woke up at 6:55 a.m. and of course it was a school day. He slept for nearly 12 hours!

I wish that my son can get his biological clock together. Perhaps he will when he is a teenager. I can wait.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Sunday Thoughts

"Seek the Lord while He may be found; call on Him while He is near."
Isaiah 55:6

Saturday, May 1, 2010

No Crust Zone

I'm semi-childlike in the fact that I don't like bread crust. I chop it off most of my sandwiches. Also, I repel any bread that has grainy, nutty bits nestled inside. I enjoy the whole wheat varieties-sans the wheat kernel chunks. I prefer English Muffins with my eggs. There is no crust to cut.

If I am gathered among a mature audience and attempting to make an impression, I will most likely not pull out my knife and shave off the dry edges. I typically bare through the boring sides of the bread, often gulping water in hopes of adding moisture to the desert-like feeling in my mouth.

If anyone tells me that the crust contains all of the vitamins and minerals, I will disagree. The crust is the same as the middle of the bread. Just because it has had direct exposure to the oven heat, and has turned brown and extraordinarily dry, doesn't make it more nutritious.

I'm the mom who cuts the crust off the sandwiches of my children. I'm the one who has a dog who eats all of bread crust that I cut off of sandwiches. I'm the gal who wishes that "Whole Wheat Uncrustables" didn't include honey with the peanut butter. I give honey a thumbs down also. I need to try "Crustless Bread" if I could only find where it is sold, or continue feeding the dog piles of crust.