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Monday, August 30, 2010

It's Mommy Confessions Monday and I'm Going Green!

Okay, so I woke up this morning thinking about how I hadn't prepared a post for today. Then I had this solution fabulous idea! I thought, why not recycle a post? Good idea or bad?

I don't know, but I thought it was a great way to Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle!

Reduce the time I spend on here today, Reuse a fun post from a few months ago when I only had like 5 followers, and Recycle it!!

So here's my GREEN POST! It's one I had fun with back in June, and it's still true today! I could probably confess this every Monday for the rest of my life! So link up your confessions. New or Recycled!

If you're not familiar with Mommy Confessions Monday You can go HERE for more info. It's a safe place to unload your mommy confessions in the comfort of encouragement.

 We need to build each other up!
(Ephesians 4:29)


This post was actually my first official Mommy Confessions Post.
I hope you enjoy the recycled goods!

I'm not in a very "deep" mood at the moment, but I definitely have a confession, and it's what's on my mom mind at the moment. I stink at laundry! I know, it doesn't seem like a big deal, but it's bad! I hate it, put it off, it piles up, and takes over! I do wish I was better at this, and it really does bug me. It's also super embarrassing when it's piled up on the couch when unexpected visitors come over. The shoebox didn't come equip with a nice laundry room, so on a bad day it takes over the living room. For someone who takes a lot of pride in her homemaking skills(me), this is totally a confession!

Today while I was folding and puting away laundry procrastinating and writing a poem, I thought about it like this...

Laundry, Laundry, let me be.
Jeez O’ Pete! What do you want from me?

I wash you and dry you day after day,
Can’t you pitch in and put yourself away?

I hate to fold you and despise the sorting.
The pile on my bed is borderline hoarding!

I try to ignore you in the hopes you’ll disappear,
But at the end of the night you're still here.

I care enough about you to pick you up off the floor,
But I always feel like you want something more.

This relationship is draining me and I’ve reached my end.
It’s not healthy being with you when you just won’t bend.

It takes two to be happy and make things flow.
I give and I give, but you don’t seem to know.

I spend hundreds of dollars to remove your stains,
Yet you remain a stress and a constant pain.

What would it be like if you didn’t have me?
Oh, how I wish I could just make you see.

You’d be desperate for love, affection, and care.
No one would look at you; they’d pretend you’re not there.

You would sit dirty for weeks bathing in your own stench.
Is it too much to ask you to budge just an inch?

Don’t you see it’s me you need?
All I’m asking is for a little reprieve.

When the dryer beeps, get out, you’re done.
Put yourself in a basket. Now here comes the fun…

Fold yourself up, and put yourself away!
I’m shamelessly asking you to help me today.

Don’t be a taker, give a little too.
This is the only way we can continue.

I’ve set my boundaries and only time will tell.
Did this letter mean anything? I hope you take it well.


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

A little bit of inspiration from Grandma

Today is a special day!
I'm being featured at Mama's Little Nestwork as an Inspirational Blogger.
If you're stopping by from the Nest, I can't wait to meet you!
If you haven't found Mama Hen in the blogosphere, you have to check her out!
 Her blog is always uplifting, and her posts never fail to make me smile.
Somehow she has found the time, energy, and creativity to build her own community.
The fact that she finds me inspiring is nuts! Thanks for featuring me, Mama Hen!
I am so flattered and grateful for the chance to meet the rest of the nest!
If you want to know more about me feel free to look around the shoebox.
Grab a cup of coffee and stay a while.
Be sure to stop by and check out my debut!

EDIT: After writing this post, I feel like I poured my heart out.
So I'm pulling a double duty post and joining Shell today too!
Her Pour Your Heart Out meme is one of my faves.
It's free weekly therapy, and some of the best reads out there!
Stop by and check it out!

I have to admit, I'm a bit nervous. Since I've been deemed inspiring, I must now inspire you...
That's a tall order! I'll do my best.
I thought the perfect way to inspire you was to share something
(or someone in this case) who inspires me.
My Grandma!

My Grandmother just recently celebrated her 86th birthday!
My sister and I planned a special lunch for her,
and man does she know how to party!

I'm totally kidding!!
My poor grandma puts up with us acting like we're 12!

We had so many laughs that day my sides hurt!
My sister and I cannot resist the urge to play dress up.
Especially if Grandma is up for the fun!
(Just for the record my grandma would not approve of drinking!
She would probably kill me if she knew this was on here-LOL)

We had such a great time celebrating her special day.
We laughed, we cried, and just had fun!

My grandmother raised my sister and I for the first five years of my life and most of my sister's life until she was about 12. Some of my fondest memories as a little girl are of the times we shared with my grandma.

My sister and I used to walk to school everyday together, and on the way home we would stop at this flower shop near our house. It was on the way home, and it was perfect! The florist there would let us pick from whatever we wanted out of the back for free! Looking back now I think we were allowed to pick their trash, but we thought we were getting something beautiful and special for her. We stopped there almost everyday and brought her flowers.

I got to thinking about those flowers from out back the trash, and that pretty much sums up what my grandma did for us. She created something beautiful out of something pretty trashy.

We were without a mom. My mother left my father and the two of us early on. I was an infant and my sister was about 6. Our mother was nothing prize winning, and our father was busy trying to finish school, work, and do whatever he could to make a life for us on his own. Our grandmother raised us until my dad remarried.

I can see now how signifigant those first years of my life were in making me who I am today. I am so grateful for those years with my grandma. I see a lot of the memories she made for me in my life with my kids today.

My love for baking, my love for crafts, the way I love my boys, my love for reading, my love for God's word, and my love for Jesus! All of the things I love are things I did with her. I have memories of all of my favorite things as an adult in those first years of my little life with her.

They (whoever they are) say that the first five years of a child's life are the most significant. Whatever a child experiences during those years sticks with them. I beleive that. I see so many things about myself that I can only credit my grandma for. These are the things I like about myself. The things that make me feel good about me. I could look back at that time of my life and think how sad it was. I could think about how I didn't have a mom.

But, because of my sweet grandma, I look back at that time as something special.

The time we got to spend with her.

Happy birthday, Grandma!

Isaiah 61:3
Beauty instead of ashes

Monday, August 23, 2010

Mommy Confessions Monday-We all need a little R&R!

If you haven't participated in Mommy Confessions go HERE first and then come back and link up! :)


I got a pedicure yesterday!
Then I took a couple of hours and shopped by myself.
I didn't go crazy or anything, but I was alone for about 3 hours.
It was wonderful!
I plan to do it more often.

Something I told myself when we took our recent vacation (Ya know, the one where I left my laptop at home for 5 days!) was that I was going to make a conscious effort to give myself a break every week. No matter how small. I needed some time where no one was asking me a question or calling my name. Just a  chance to recharge my mom/teacher batteries. A little time to hear myself think before I have to restart my week again. So yesterday after church, I went for it and I'm so glad I did.

Leaving the house is hard for me. Well, leaving alone for a mom break is hard for me. I usually feel guilty. I feel like we should be spending that time together as a whole family when dad is off work. When I'm gone nothing that needs to be done gets done, and I usually have to pay the price of being gone. I feel a bit of anxiety about leaving, and have a hard time just enjoying the time I'm gone. I will even call hubs a bunch and check on the kids. It's not like I have newborns or anything!

If the kids and I go off and leave hubs at home he's so sweet and usually picks up here and there. It's always a nice surprise when he does, and it means a lot to me. But, if I leave him with the kids then when I get back it looks like a hurricane has gone through my house. However, it's price worth paying for an afternoon out!

A mess of toys can be picked up. A mess that a grouchy mom leaves behind can't be.

First of all, I LOVE getting a pedicure! I sat in this quiet little nail shop, read my kindle, and got pampered for about 45 minutes. It was heaven. Then I decided to take some time and go to Michael's to pick up some craft stuff for school  wher I ran into to this nice newspaper salesman who gave me an awesome deal on the Sunday paper and $15 in gift cards for siging up. SCORE! This not only gave me a great deal, but gave me some much needed coupon recharging. I'm all motivated to get my coupon supply back up. It had really been suffering for the last month. After Michaels, I ran over to Kohl's and picked up a couple new tops for myself. Which motivated me to come home and clean out my closets!

When I got home I was shocked to find...

...that everyone was happy and alive. I'm not that important. Things go just fine without me, albeit a bit messier, but fine.

We enjoyed the rest of our afternoon together. We still got that family time I was afraid I'd miss, and I enjoyed it instead of wishing I had gone out for a bit. When I got home hubs and I cleaned out all of our closets together, and later we all had a scrabble battle. It turned out to be a great family day!

As a SAHM and a homeschooling mom a breather is crucial. I made a goal to be a more enjoyable teacher for my kids than I was last year. One of the things I feel responsible for it making sure I'm refreshed and ready to take on the week. It's only been two weeks of school and I can feel the weight a little already! Usually I would wait months to go off by myself for a bit(maybe longer), and in the meantime be a grouch.

I'm glad I took some "me" time, and I'm thankful I have a husband who thinks I need it to. He basically kicked me out of the house(lovingly-LOL). Thanks, hubs! You're the best!!

Rest is a basic rule! We all need it. That's why God gave it to us. We should all take Him up on it! :)

And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done. ~ Genesis 2:3


Friday, August 20, 2010


I just wanted to share some things that made me smile this week!

Some of you know my soapbox this week is trying to get my family back to the dinner table each night in an attempt to solve the picky eating problems at my house. I'm not quite sure this is going to do the trick though? 

We can get to the table just fine, but we might need someone else to cook the food.

I over cooked our chicken just a little...

(look closely...)

Seriously?! That was like my favorite knife too...

It was worth the terrible cooking to get the laugh we did. We were all cracking up, and food aside-this will be a great memory for us! It was really funny! I wish I could have gotten a shot of hubs as he cut this. That was the funniest part. Pure shock and disbelief was all over his face!

Then yesterday my five year old looks up in the mirror as he's brushing his teeth and says, "I want a spiky haircut!" (He states this request in a loud growling monster voice because I guess a spiky hair cut is super serious growling business) He never looked at me as he was growling his request. He just looked forward into the mirror, keeping his eye on the prize! I could tell he REALLY wanted it. He never asks for a "type" of haircut.

So, of course...

I took him to get this special request. He's so in love with himself, and the day brings a trip to get hair product for my five year old. I don't own styling gel, so he's without spikes at the moment and has been post bath last night, and he just can't stand it! LOL

My SIL in came over last night to see the new do, and he had already taken a bath, so he had to explain in great detail that this "flat hair" isn't the way it is supposed to be. Then he got my camera to show her the "real haircut". He's getting too big!


Thursday, August 19, 2010

A tough topic

This morning I had to have a pretty tough talk with my kids. My husband's grandmother was admitted to the hospital a couple of days ago, and she has multiple tumors on her brain. The doctors think the cancer is  probably throughout her body.

She's not making too much sense and only remembers certain things or people. Although, we haven't gotten many details yet, I don't think she has much time. She's 83 years old, and has lived a wonderful life. She and her husband have shared a 53 year marriage.

My husband went to see her this morning, and his report was pretty much the same.

My husband and I haven't been faced with speaking to our kids about the death of a family member yet.

They have had friends who have experienced this, but they have never had to go through anything like this themselves. We weren't really sure what the right to do was. But I felt like we should tell them and they should be able to visit her. My husband was worried they might be scared, or that she might not remember them, and so forth. But, I still felt strongly about them having a chance to see her before she passes.

It seems like so many people are so hush-hush around kids with tough topics, but I don't want to be that way. They deserve the right to understand and say good-bye. I would feel awful if they missed the chance to do that. Kids are resilient and understand so much more than we give them credit for. We need to arm our children with knowledge instead of hindering them with fear.

Even if the topic is tough. I knew they would be sad and little scared, but they have a right to be informed.

So I sat them down (with my husbands blessing) and had a morning talk with them. I tried to be honest and to the point. It's tough because there's such a big age gap between them (11 and 5), but I think they took it well.

I had to let my youngest think on it for a bit, and then later in the morning I asked if he understood what I told him about Grandma Sam, and he was able to tell me in his own words...

"Grandma Sam is sick with cancer in her brain and she might die. But, if she does it's okay because then Jesus will come and take her to heaven, and we don't have to stay sad anymore and she will get better."

Well...I guess, he gets it.

He's not too sure about going to visit her at the hospital, but since he understands what's happening, I'm OK with that. He did say he might want to visit her tomorrow. This was tough too, because I felt like I needed to fair and warn him that might not be a possibilty. What if something happened to her today, and he was upset because he planned on seeing her tomorrow? He's five. He has his own agenda, and plans.

So, I told him that when we get really sick like this we never know when Jesus will take us to heaven. I asked him if he will be sad if he doesn't get to see her before Jesus takes her to heaven and he said, "No, that would be OK."

I don't want to force him to visit her, so I'm just going to let him make that choice. It could be scary seeing her, especially if she doesn't remember him. So I'm okay with that. I don't want to force him. 

My oldest asked me a lot of adult questions. Some of the same questions I have myself. What are the doctors saying? Where's Jaju (great grandpa)? Who does she remember? What if she doesn't remember me?

My response to the later is that that's a possibility. But she remembers you in her heart even if her body doesn't let her show it. The important thing is that you know you were able to see her and say good-bye. And she will know in her heart.

I'm going to take him up to the hospital this afternoon.


Monday, August 16, 2010

I'm that mom.

If you haven't participated in Mommy Confessions go HERE first and then come back and link up! :)


I'm that mom.
The short-order cook!
The mom who cooks three different things for one meal in an effort to please everyone.
The mom who has allowed her children to be so picky, that they like nothing!
They don't even like the foods they usually like, just because they always have choices!
I don't make organic, healthy, or well balanced meals for my kids because they won't eat it.
They live on pasta, ramen noodles, and cereal.
(thank God for multi-vitamins!)
Dinnertime is a nightmare, and our nighttime and bedtime routine is suffering.
I'm exhausted with being this mom!
I've reached my limit with this nonsense,
and it's going to take a lot of work to correct the damage I've done.
I'm done asking, "what do you want for dinner"?
I will make what I make, and if they don't eat it-OH WELL!
(Hopefully they'll be hungry for breakfast.)
It's hard to admit, but it's all our fault for letting it get so crazy.
Dinner as a family is not my strong suit, and that's a BIG part of the problem!
To be continued...


Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Adorable Caterpillar Craft

We started school yesterday! I haven't had a ton of time to respond to your comments and emails. I am going to try to get to most of them tonight. In the mean time, I thought I'd share a few pics of what we've been doing. My youngest started kindergarten, and my oldest started 6th grade! Sniffle sniffle...
If you didn't know already, we're a homeschooling family. I just like to make the kids take a pic in the front yard like they're actually going somewhere. LOL

Doesn't he look thrilled to get his pic taken?
I have to take what I can get with my tween!

We read The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle
and then made these cute paintings.
Super Easy!
All you need is an apple and some paint.
Cut an apple in half and use it as the stamp to make the body and head,
and then just paint the eyes, mouth, feet, and antennae.


Thanks for all your sweet welcome back comments!
They really warmed my heart b/c I really did miss all of you!


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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Have more fun! PIN Style

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

We're MIA!

Well, not technically, because I'm telling you where we're going, but I'm MIA from my blog. I was yesterday too (Sorry if I haven't responded to you yet or visited your PYHO from Shell's yet-I will! They are my fave posts to read during the week!) Hubs is taking a couple of days off, and we're escaping with the kids for a long weekend. A much needed getaway!! I'm super excited! First stop-Orlando! Where we will be doing a little of this...

Then tomorrow we're surprising the kids with a weekend stay at the beach!
I'm so excited (did I say that already?), and thankful!
We need some fun family time!

So forgive me if I'm MIA.
I'm considering leaving my laptop at home this weekend!


Wednesday, August 4, 2010


There's a spark that just isn't there anymore.
I've given so much of myself. I've put in all of the effort.
I've gotten nothing but a broken heart in return.

There are some relationships that just can't be fixed. By fixed I mean return to the way they were. Although, I've forgiven that person and I'm no longer angry for the way they treated me. I didn't forget the hurt they caused. In a lot of ways I'm still hurting. They never acknowledged they were wrong, and just try to act like nothing ever happened. So frustrating.

I'm trying not to hold a grudge or keep anger in my heart, but I can't seem to get rid of the hurt. I have forgiven them, and I treat them with love and kindness when I see them. But, it doesn't take much to remind me how awful they made me feel, and I don't think I will ever be able to return to the kind of relationship we had.

The kind of realtionship where I gave my friendship. I shared my heart, and all things personal. I gave genuine hugs, and a smile. I had a contagious joy that they loved...looking back I feel like I was used. Have you ever had someone use you for your personality? Someone who just wants a piece of your joy.

It was the kind of relationship where I put in all the effort, and I was taken for granted.
It was a relationship that wasn't fair to me. I had unhealthy expectations, and I found myself hurt over and over, and the last time I was so upset for weeks that I realized it wasn't healthy for me.

So now it's different. Although I'm cordial, I have a wall up and I keep my distance. I give less of myself, and share nothing personal. I still smile and hug, but there's a spark missing. This is not done out of anger, but for a healthy protection of myself. I don't want to be hurt again.

Now I have boundaries.  

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

"Man, he knows how to push my buttons!"

I find myself saying this a lot lately. Can you guess who's pushing my buttons?

My 11 year old! My sweet, handsome, adorable, loving 11 year old son!

I can't believe I've reached a point in my parenting where I am constantly butting heads with my baby. I'm finding myself frustrated, annoyed, short on patience, and easily annoyed at almost everything this poor kid does.

Please tell me there's hope for me him.

I love this kid with everything I've got, but it's like we clash lately. He thinks the world is against him, and nobody understands him. I think he just needs to follow some simple instructions (i.e pick his clothes up off the bathroom floor, and clean up the toothpaste in the sink) and his life will be a lot easier.

I've heard the term 'Tween' for years. I never thought I would have one. I always thought 'tween' was a term used by adults to rush their not-quite-teenagers into being teenagers. I didn't think it was a valid term that held any regard to an actual stage of life other than one rushed by parents in a society where kids are growing up too fast.

Well, I am wrong. I think I have a 'tween'.

I decided to look this term up and sure's a real word.
According to the American Heritage Dictionary a tween is a child between middle childhood and adolescence, usually between 8 and 12 years old. ETYMOLOGY: Blend of teen, and between.

Well, my son is 11. So I guess that's what's wrong with him. He's almost a teenager. (Sigh)

I am scared to death with the idea that I am a mother to an 'almost teenager'. I already told you I'm no good at being a big kids' mom.  I am still trying to figure myself out most days. How in the world can I help my 'tween' find his comfortable place in this world?

I'm so clueless as to how to do this whole parent-of-teen thing that I googled it.

I found this link According to this article it's no wonder he's a mess!

I've also begun reading And Then I Had Teenagers by Susan Alexander Yates. I've heard from some acquaintances this is a good book for finding encouragement in God's word in reference to parenting this age.

If you're cracking up at my cluelessness, it's OK. I am too.

I've really got to find a way to relate to this kid. Time is running out. I'll be devastated if he grows up to hate me, I've got to get it together!

Two things I know for certain:
God will equip me for this task. (Hebrews 3:21)
I can do all things through Him. (Philippians 4:13)