Thursday, March 19, 2015

So...

Sunday was a bit eventful.

I was supposed to finally give that talk that's been hanging over my head for a month. Hubs woke up sick, so I took Pirate with me and felt my anxiety rise by slow degrees as I drove to church. By the time we entered the chapel I was a nauseous, shaking wreck. AND... I tried to talk myself through it, and I tried to refocus, regroup, praying -praying... but you know, it seems those attacks start and end on their own... So instead of standing up to give my talk, I stood up and walked out, and drove the Pirate and myself home.

They knew I wasn't going to do it because I was sitting next to my friend who is the chorister and she let them know it wasn't going to happen a few minutes in advance. I felt bad, I still feel bad, and I'm really shaken this week about why and how anxiety has re-entered my life because I'd rid myself of it for a long, long time.

Sunday was also the day that my Little Man gave up on crawling. He now toddles everywhere he goes. He's a little wobbly still. He falls often, but stands back up and keeps going. Such a great example of the attitude I need to have about life. Try, try again.

Like with this talk.

Urgh.

Back to Little Man though. I love the his little personality. He's curious and into everything. He likes to be part of the party, but not the center of attention (which works out, since Pirate pretty much demands the spotlight). He likes to tease and my newest favorite thing -when he has something he knows I'm about to take away from him, he tries hiding it behind his back. It's so funny!

In other news:

The weather is warming up! Hubs texted me a couple weeks ago:

Just saw the first robin of spring! Thought you'd like to know.

My heart swelled. He knows me so well. Spring isn't on her way, she's here! There are green shoots in my flower bed, the snow is gone, and on Monday we enjoyed our first family dinner picnic style. We've resumed our afternoon family walks/ bike /stroller rides, but still hit and miss style since one day will be warm and the next not so much.

On the to do list today is laundry and dishes and it's time to sort clothes. These boys are both growing like crazy. A couple weeks ago there were two days when Pirate came home from school, ate a tiny snack, and then fell asleep for the rest of the night! I was thinking I needed to test his blood or take him to a doctor when he did it a second time, but I held off feeling like it might just be part of a growth spurt and sure enough, a week later all of his pants are about an inch or two short, and his snow boots are just a bit too tight.

So, anyway, time to sort clothes. That's the big project of my day.

I'm beginning to truly see the beauty of monotony.

Monday, February 23, 2015

it's a quiet night

Everyone else is in bed. As they should be. It's 10:00. But I'm up waiting on sheets to dry because I forgot about them in the strains of the day. I do have two other sets of bed sheets I could use, but they've been used as forts and oceans and parachutes and robes and any number of things to Pirate's imagination in the last couple weeks. They're likely covered in dog hair and snot and who knows what else.

It's been a rough go in our house as far as keeping kids entertained. We've been passing around a cold that is bad enough that politeness requires us to keep away from others, but not bad enough to slow us down much. So I have a four year old who has missed FAR too many days of school, who is restless and bored. It's a bad situation.

In the mean time, Little Man is nearly walking! It's adorable to watch. He stands and claps for himself, takes a few steps, falls, claps for himself, and tries again.

On that note... I think I'll check out what Netflix has to offer while I finish waiting. My brain is tired.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

a quiet sunday afternoon

Church was canceled, again, thanks to extra wintery weather. I would have been more upset by this if I wasn't an assigned speaker today. It would be better if I got out of speaking entirely, but as it sits they said to just plan on speaking next week instead. Oh the joy.

In other news, Pirate can now completely get himself dressed for playing in the snow. Snow pants, coat, hat, gloves, everything on his own without tears and without help. It's kind of a big day. I think I might celebrate with some chocolate as soon as I manage to pry myself from this chair.

Pirate is outside with the dog, playing in the massive amounts of snow in our backyard. He's been playing outside a lot lately since the dog will play outside with him. Little Guy is watching through our sliding glass door, pounding on the panes and whining a bit. I know he wants to be out there but it is quite cold and I don't have anything warm enough to dress him in, so he has to console himself by digging though the toy bins (located in front of the window) and empty them by tossing one toy at a time. I have a mess of toys to clean later, but he's happy for the moment so we'll roll with it.

The washer is humming.

I've got three projects beckoning.

There is nothing exceptionally noteworthy in this day or even this week. Yesterday, Valentine's Day, we were more or less snowed in. The winds made visibility low, so we lounged around in pajamas watching Netflix for most of the day.

*Yawn*

I need to stand and stretch and while I have a minute of no-demands address the out-of-control laundry situation going on in my bedroom. If cleanliness in next to godliness I am in some serious trouble.

Friday, February 13, 2015

january recap

snow.
snow.
snow.
PLAY DATE! YAY!
school.
school.
school.
sick kid.
sick kid.
sick kid.
sick other kid.
sick other kid.
sick other kid.
sick me.
sick me.
sick me.
sick husband.
sick husband.
sick husband.
WE GOT A DOG!!
snow.
snow.
snow.
sick kid.
sick kid.
sick kid.
sick other kid.
sick other kid.
sick other kid.
sick me.
sick me.
sick me.


Monday, January 5, 2015

the ball was dropped

I don't mean the one in Time Square. I mean all the things in my life just mysteriously got shoved aside once December hit. The first week and a half or so was spent passing around this annoying cold that left the kiddos all cruddy. Then, around the 15th I'd say I was looking at the calendar and had this "Crap! Christmas is in ten days!" moment, and then suddenly I had all these things I needed to do, traditions to cross off the list, etc. and etc. THEN, the day after Christmas I came out of whatever holiday stupor of madness I'd been living under to suddenly notice all the excess stuff I have cluttering my house. I've been in a strong de-junk mode every since. I've gone through every drawer in the house, my closet, my desk, my inbox, my photos, and still on the list: hall & bedroom closets, and the toys. The toys. They are out of control. Grandmas and Grandpas and Aunts and Uncles completely spoil my children at Christmas. Pirate made out like a pirate. Truly. On Sunday we sang, "Because I have been given much, I too must give." and I am taking that to heart! I have three full bags ready to be donated and I am anticipating at least that many more before weeks end.

And that's all.

Friday, December 5, 2014

i was going to post tonight

In fact, I was writing it in my head all afternoon. I got around to one of my Pinterest crafts. It was going smoothly. I was taking pictures and feeling all Martha-ish. And, by the time the craft was done I had a nice little review going, in my head. I wanted to write it all out right now, but two things have happened. One I have a crying baby who hasn't left me alone since early evening. Even now, he's crying at my feet. Two, I can't think of even one of those pre-composed sentences. SO. Maybe another day.