It turned out my life as a mom was actually the reason I loved writing. Mostly, I just love being a mom. Thanks to our current sky-high cultural expectations, I’m constantly feeling inferior because I am a house-keeping mom instead of a working mom, and I tried to find ways
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For years upon years, we were a pet-less family. In fact, I even swore that I would never have a dog. I had a whole list of why not. But gradually, they chipped away at this hardened heart. Daniel and his sweet tone of voice and John David and his persistence. They wore me down. It took 3 years of begging, but they got the job done. When you are getting a shelter dog, it’s tricky. You want to make […]
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I’m not going to church this up. Let’s just call it like it is. Moving was a j-o-b. Getting our Georgia house ready to sell, selling it, finding a rental, and moving in was exhausting. Helping all our boys adjust to life at a new school…that part was far more difficult than I expected. I am not always the best at realistic expectations. Moving is a task that keeps giving and giving. Moving, ah…moving. This is the first time we’ve […]
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…..And instead I mostly blog and go to the grocery store.
Seriously. I do an outing. Collapse on the sofa. Do the chores some of the chores. Collapse on the sofa. It’s all over surprisingly quickly.
I’m no expert here, but I think the first step is realizing that this is a problem. It’s not a little problem. Living defeated is a BIG BAD DEAL when it’s stopping you from fulfilling your purpose.
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School started back yesterday. This was an exciting event that I’d finished in high gloss and framed in my mind as a victorious day ushering in a new era for me. Without a single pre-schooler following me around I will have a spotless house, serve gourmet dinners, volunteer at their school, and run wild and free through grassy meadows. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! High expectations. I love to do that to myself. Three years ago, my heart began to give me […]
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What a terrible attitude, huh? I know. But if I have to break up one more fight, say good-bye to one more broken Willow Tree figurine (They broke 2 today. Okay, really just one of the boys keeps breaking things), or make one more pitcher of Kool-Aid, I’
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A few weeks ago, I was grocery shopping alone at the Commissary. It’s funny. When I was pregnant, strangers in stores always talked to me. “You’re so….big. Are you having twins?” Oh, how I loved those little chats…Then when the boys were babies, people still talked to us, but these days we’re just regular old people. I don’t get comments unless I take all 4 of them out together. Then of course, no one can believe they are all boys. […]
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When we went to D.C. this summer, I insisted we go and visit my favorite painting in the world, which happens to be at the National Gallery of Art on the National Mall. While we were there, we perused the collections, along with our friend Amy and her children. I thought the day was going amazingly well. We took 6 kids through a museum where you are supposed to be quiet, and I felt like we did a heroic job. […]
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Here is a tiny peek into my own messy house: My coffee table is covered in children’s books, a box of Legos, my Bibles, a box of crayons, a sippy cup, and ALL the little Lego men that I swept out from under the couch this morning. There’s also a few preschool crafts and the remote control to the t.v. Then there’s the center piece, all buried in there. It’s supposed to be an ornate pedestal bowl of THREE ornamental […]
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