For the record I love being a mom and especially a stay at home mom. I fully realize how blessed I am to be with my kids 24/7. I also realize many women don’t want to, or simply can’t, stay home with the kids. I am not judging. I don’t think I am a better mom because I’m a stay at home mom. I’m grateful to have the option. For me, I would choose second hand clothes over a power suit any day. That’s how I’m built. My heart aches when I am away from my kids. Yes, the non-stop craziness sometimes makes me feel and look like a zombie. The green-eyed monster does get me at times and I envy other women’s stylish haircuts and trendy clothes. I dream of a house, with a second bathroom, that I would ban the boys from using. For me to stay at home our family has to make sacrifices, and it’s not always easy. Daily I pray for contentment and wrestle with my selfish desires. Right now I’m reading a parenting devotional, written by Gary Thomas, entitled Devotions for Sacred Parenting. It’s a short book with only one devotional a week. The lessons are encouraging and help me keep my focus on the important things. If you’re a parent, stay at home or not, I pray that God will encourage you and fill you with joy and, with His strength, allow you to meet each days challenges.
Have a great weekend! Hope to talk to you soon…
I’m a creative genius. Well some of the time and maybe genius isn’t the right word but I can be creative. I summon my inner Martha and craft up a storm. Then there are days when Peg comes to visit and I can make water burn. Quiche is traded for catastrophe. Those are usually the days I really need things to go as plan. It’s the day before company is coming in town and staying at our house (brave souls). The day I’m cooking for friends or we need to get out the door, on time, for an appointment. Those are the days that my kids up their crazy level from tropical storms to hurricane. Gail force tantrums pummel my sanity and break the levy of my patience. Martha is nowhere to be found on these days. There is no order and the house resembles a “before” picture from Real Simple magazine. These are my Peg Bundy days and they happen more than I would like to admit. What’s a girl to do? When the kids are older I’m sure my house will be more Martha until then….I wonder how I’d look as a redhead 😉
P.S. If there ever was a Martha vs. Peg, my moneys on Martha. Peg looks tough but Martha could probably create something out of scraps to defend herself with. Just saying. Hope you have a “Martha” day!
This is what dramatic looks like
Being a mom means being ambidextrous and then some. Not only can I use both hands but elbows, hips, toes, teethe or any other free appendage. You would marvel to see me balancing a baby on my hip while picking up a burp cloth with my toes. I can also hold a sleeping baby while effortlessly helping my toddler tear off his clothes as he makes a mad dash to the bathroom. I know it sounds amazing and entertaining but really it’s a survival skill. You see, if I would dare to put the baby down long enough to pick up the burp cloth or help my toddler, said baby, might think the world was ending. Then my bundle of joy would let out a screech so piercing the neighbors would believe it really was the end of the world. So out of respect for my neighbors, and my sanity, I have learned the ultimate form of multitasking. People often say that parenting is a balancing act. They couldn’t be more right. Maybe I’m being a little dramatic. I learned it from my three year old he holds the patent on this particular skill set. Maybe I’m not always balancing things in both arms. I am, however, always searching for balance. Balance with my time, heath, family, and friends. Balance between what I need, want, and what others need and want from me. I can’t be all things, to all people only God can be. Today my goal is to take off my cape and stop trying to be super woman. Instead I will pray that God uses me as He sees fit. Then I will trust God to take care of everyone and everything else
I followed my advice and went computer free yesterday evening. It did the trick. Sometimes I just need to slow down and appreciate how good my life is. Note, I said good not perfect. I don’t expect perfect until I get to heaven so for now I am overjoyed with good. For the cooking segment of the evening I made Eggplant Parmesan. Eggplant has always seemed like such a cool thing to cook. I have bought them on several occasions but never really known what to do. So I have sliced and diced them into stews and casseroles. They turned out mushy and sometimes slimy but I still boasted that the dish had eggplant. Never mind that the dish wasn’t very palpable. Fortunately, this time the eggplant was mouthwatering. Panko breadcrumbs, parmesan and mozzarella cheese, fire roasted tomatoes what’s not to love? I purchased two eggplants but only ended up needing one. The other fulfilled its life long dream of becoming a racecar. What! You didn’t know that all baby eggplants dream of becoming racecars? Ok, maybe they don’t but my toddler loved the idea and loved building his racing eggplant.
If you would like the directions for the car or recipe for the eggplant parmesan leave me a comment. Talk to you soon.
Ever had a bad day? I have. Lots of them actually and today is one of them. Nothing earthshaking just a day when your heart kind of aches and you feel like talking. I have two kids and as much as I love them they don’t qualify for the type of conversation I need. So here I am, blogging. If your a mom, especially of small children, you get it. It’s the days when being captain mom, wife, friend, chef, and maid just don’t seem to flow together. How do you deal with those days? My plan today, after writing this blog, is to turn the computer off. No more checking facebook and sulking because everyone else on the planet is doing something amazing and no more email to remind me about bills or upcoming obligations. I need to laugh. I need to hug my kids and I need to cook. See thats something about me. I love cooking. Not the, “I need dinner on the table in ten minutes mad dash” kind of cooking. Although most days that is how it is. Instead it is the kind of cooking that makes me feel like I am loving the people who will eat the food. Today I need an adventure so I will find something new, probably not complicated, but new. I will check back later and let you know how it turns out. Talk to you soon!