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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Why I'm nervous today...PINT style!

I'm linked up with Kristin at Only Parent Chronicles today for Post It Note Tuesday!

Only Parent Chronicles

To read more posts about my son you can click on the label "my oldest" at the bottom.

And as always...I will NEVER remake a post it for a typo. So if you saw one, I left it there on purpose! :)


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Friday, April 22, 2011

My list of the top 10 reasons moving stinks!

#1 Feeling like you have two houses to deal with during the transition. I have a hard enough time managing one. Having a to do list for two houses is for the birds.

#2 Nothing ever goes as fast as you want it to. This has got to be the longest month in the history of my life. I never thought painting and carpet could take so long. But the reality is, we only have the weekends to do anything that needs to be done, so it takes a while.

#3 Paying rent twice so far when I don't even live there yet. Sigh...

#4 It's impossible to keep the "old" house clean when there are boxes piled up to the ceiling everywhere. It's sort of demotivating to shine my homemaking skills in a house I'm moving out of. All motivation is gone.

#5 Homeschool+moving=not a whole lot of school getting done. It's hard for the kids to focus when it's so chaotic around here. It's the nature of HS, I guess. Sometimes life interrupts and there's nothing you can do about it. Thank God for freedom in schedule. The downside-we've fallen a couple weeks behind on curriculum and now won't get done until mid June! For the first time in two years, I've thought how nice it would be for them to head off to the car line in the morning. My little one could do school in the backyard if I wanted him to! My oldest needs everything "just so" in order to focus. I'm trying not to push him too much. I know it's a hard time for him.

#6 The stress-hubs is on level 10 all the time. I'm sure he feels like the pressure is mostly on him to get things done in the new house. I'm trying to be as supportive and nag free as possible.

#7 The cost! It costs a lot of money to move. Period.

#8 The gas! Making the extra trips to the "new" house (45 minutes from the old house) is killing me in gas! I've had to scale back on my trips there, and only go if absolutely necessary. I've pretty much decided to stay out of there until hubs gives me clearance to start cleaning. Right now, we still have one more room to paint, and carpet to go down next week. I don't really need to be there for another week or so.

That being said...
#9 Staying away from the new house. I just want to be there.

#10 Being patient. Everything that needs to get done will get done. Me trying to control everything and put it on a calendar isn't going to make it go any faster.


Wednesday, April 20, 2011


It was a cool January morning. The air was think with wet. She could feel the mist on her face as she turned the key to open her car door.

As she drove to pick him up she wondered if all the promises he had made in the last few nights would ever be kept? Would he ever be faithful to her? Treat her with the respect she deserves? Would he ever get his life straight?

During the Christmas season things seemed to take a turn for normal. If that even existed. The holidays seem to do that to people.

What was once a zero commitment, pretend-him-sleeping-around-doesn't-bother-her kind of relationship transitioned over the holiday season to something closer to normal. Whatever that was. They appeared to be more of a couple in the last month or so, but she knew others knew better. She hated the way people looked at her when they were together. The mass confusion from others was obvious. In a rebellious self inflicted pain sort of way it spurred her on. She's always loved a good challenge, but perhaps this one was taking it's toll on her.

It would never stay good. Why did she hold out hope in such a waste? But she did. Part of her belieived he could change. Part of her wanted to believe in him. Somebody had to. Something deep down in his eyes needed her. He was broken. How could she just walk away? The probelm was-he was breaking her.

She was tired. Tired of being used. Used for the times he felt like being normal. Used for the times he needed to feel normal. Used for the times he wanted to pretend he could actually have a normal future with her. Used. She allowed herself to be used. Used for the times he wanted others to see his normal side. Used for times he needed to bring someone home to mom. Used. Used like the rest of his drugs. That's all she was. A drug.

The long ride to his house felt longer than any drive she'd made there before. Something inside her knew deep to her core that she was going to be disappointed before they even got to the rehab facility. How would she handle it if he let her down again? What would she say? What would she do? Would she cry? Probably not. Her emotions never surfaced.

Is it possible he could let her down before he even starts treatment? Would all of his letters and promises fly out the window before the day even began.

She pulled up, got out, and walked inside. It felt like her heart was beating out of her chest. Shattering again. She just knew it. The air in the house was cold, and there was no greeting. He wasn't here.

As she tried to keep her composure his mom came around the corner to the foyer. She was cussing and going off about how she "told him not go last night....he doesn't listen...he's an idiot..." All the banter was running together..."that tramp in the red truck...I don't why he does this to he's gonna be late...they might not even take him in...I'm too sick for this shit..."

She tried to tune her out and think. She sat down at the dinette. Lit a cigarette.
Inhale. Sit.

The front door opens. She sees the red truck pull out of the driveway.

He comes in. Head down. Walks right passed her and gets in the shower.

He's never going to change.

She felt somethig inside her she had never felt before.

Rage. Quiet rage. She was done.

She had no idea her life would never be the same.

I wrote another post about this relationship last year. Maybe I'll write more?
Today seemed like a good day. Third person works for me. I don't recognize that girl anymore.
Thank you, Jesus!
I'm linked up with Shell today at Things I Can't Say.

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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Love Dare-Day 1 million

Ok, so it's only day 22. It just feels like I took on this do-it-everyday-challenge a million years ago, but I'm moving slow. That's just how I roll with something like this. Remember when I told you I procrastinate last week? Well, I've never EVER been good at daily devotionals or readings. I love a great Bible study and do well with those, but for some reason I struggle with something that has to be done every day. So I knew from the start of this Love Dare I would never finish it in the 40 days the book tells me to.

I read Day 22 this morning.

Before I go on. I'm going to be honest with you. I have not picked up the book in weeks. Other things have taken my time, and it's just been on the back burner. I am trying everyday to apply what I believe God is trying to teach me as a wife, not only from this book, but other sources too. But reading (anything) has fallen off the radar.

However, over the weekend I did something that I know I could only have been inspired to do by my Love Journey with God thus far...

God is good, girls! He can change you!

Sistas! On Saturday, I mowed the lawn! Not only did I mow the yard, but it looks good!

My husband has been working overtime to get our new house ready. We're painting and putting down new carpet in the bedrooms. It doesn't seem like a lot, but to save money, he's doing all the work himself. On top all of the work at the new house, his job, the loss of his grandma last week, and a major exam he has coming up today life is really stressing him out!

Right now, it feels like we have two houses to tend to, and it's beyond hectic. I know he feels most of the pressure is on him.

My actions have not been supportive in the last week. I'm embarassed by my impatience and lack of compassion. I know I've put added stress on him to get everything done.

I wanted to ask God for a "do-over" card, but since those do not exist, I needed to find something I could do to show him I was not only sorry, but something that showed him we were a team and he wasn't alone in all of this
I told a dear IRL friend that all I had left was "doing it God's way."

So, after a long week, painting the new house on Saturday, and coming home to expect to have to mow our yard here, he was surprised to find it already done!

He was in disbelief that little 'ole me mowed the lawn! Something I have NEVER done!

Seriously. Mowing the yard was awful! It was the exact opposite of what I wanted to be doing. I really had to fight my flesh to do it God's way. But, every minute I stayed out there, God filled me up with some super power wife strength to get it done. after a while, it was kind of therapuetic. I even delagated! LOL I had my BIL come over and edge and weed eat. Then later he had to come back to help start the blower. Pathethic, I know. But that damn thing would not start!

When my man got home and I saw the look on his face, it was all worth it. It really blessed him.

Love is choice, not a feeling. It is an initiated action, not a knew-jerk reaction. Choose today to be committed to love even if your spouse has lost interest in receiveing it. Say to them today in words (or actions in my case) similar to these, "I love you. Period. I choose to love you even if you don't love me in return."


To read more about why I started reading this book, and what God has been doing in my life click on the label The Love Dare at the bottom of this post. To read more on our spiritual mismatch check out the label Unequally Yoked Marriage.

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Monday, April 18, 2011

Three Little Words at 3 a.m.

It's 3 a.m.

I'm sleeping in my little man's room.

Yeah, Yeah. I'm not supposed to do that, I know.

Oh well, I'm a sleep-with-my-kid-when-he's-scared-of-robbers kind of mom.

Honestly, I'm a pro sleep with my kids/let them sleep with us kind of mom all the time.

Even though we've never been robbed or know anyone who has my youngest is really scared sleeping alone?

Maybe it's because he never does? Hmmm...note to self.

So at 3 a.m., I'm wondering why I shouldn't go back to my bed.

I've been tossing and turning for an hour, and can't get back to sleep.

All of a sudden I hear the softest, smallest voice say, "Mom?"


"I love you."

I snuggle him close.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

That's worth a couple hours of sleep.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for those three little words.


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Now is the Time!


I've been guilty of this my whole life. I was the type of student to cram for test or wait until the night before a report was due to even begin to read the book. I worked best under pressure. Or so I thought, anyway.

But, I cannot help the tugging on my heart in the last few days to embrace time.

We never know how much time we have left with a loved one.

We never know how much time we have to follow a dream.

We never know how much time we have to stop folding laundry and enjoy a moment with our children.

It seems like I'm always on the go. Constanly distracted by life.

I want to play that board game with the kids. I want to stop and look at my son's video game-even if I could care less about it. I want to sit for a minute.

I don't want my kids to grow up with a mom who never had time for them. What's the point of being home with them if I'm never really present?

Being a stay-at-home mom has it's own level of occupational hazards. We make the sacrifice (financially for some, mentally for others-or both in most cases!) to be at home with them, but we never stop to enjoy the blessing of time we have with them.

I don't want that to happen to me.

When I first began staying home with them almost 4 years ago, I was elated. I was on top of the world. Even though the decision came at the root of unemployment-I was overjoyed! Being with the boys was something I always wanted, and I finally had it.

Then a couple years later we began to homeschool. Another dream come true!

Now, I'm here. Living something I've wanted forever, and yet, I feel like I'm not enjoying it.

Don't get me wrong. I love it. In theory. But, am I really embracing the blessings of being with them? I think sometimes I take it for granted.

Now is the time to change that!

I often find myself saying things like, "Once this is done, I'll have more time." "Once we get moved, I'll be able to have some quality time with them."

But the truth is. Time never stops.

When I worked I remembered being heart broken I didn't have enough time with the boys. I took two personal days off work (unheard of in my industry at the time!) just to spend a mommy day with my kids. One day for each of them.

First, I took my oldest to Sea World. It was a school day. I woke him up like I would any other day, and told him the news. No school today-SEA WORLD! He was on cloud 9!

I took my youngest the next day for a special day at the Zoo and Build-a-Bear. It was so fun! Just "mommy and me" days!

That was four years ago. It was the last time I did something really unexpected, spontaneous...FUN!

We need to have some fun. Just me and the boys!

I don't want my boys to be something that gets put off until tomorrow.

The boys aren't the only thing I'm putting off. There's a lot I want to do. I have more to accomplish!

Now is the time!


I'm linked up today with Shell at Things I Can't Say. Best linky out there!

Monday, April 11, 2011

Time passes too quickly

Time is something we can never get back.

Lately I feel like it just flies by and I can't keep up. The night comes and I can't believe the morning has passed.

Do you ever feel like you're not really present?

Like you're just going through the motions, and you're missing everything...

That's how I've been feeling the last few weeks. I look at my boys and see two children that will be grown before I can bat an eyelash. My oldest is already twelve, and rapidly turning into a teenager everyday! My youngest is almost as big as my 12 year old, and I know it's only a matter of time before he ducks from my kisses.

How can I make time stand still? I wish I could.

I want to embrace every moment I have with them.

I want to enjoy life more. Worry less. Laugh more.

Do you ever feel like life gets in the way of itself, and you're missing it?


Friday, April 8, 2011

Great bloggy friends help you move!

I'm packing, cleaning, and going crazy.

I knew I would need some help in the next few weeks from some of my bloggy friends or else the Shoebox would fall asleep. I can't have that happening, so my first movnig buddy/guest post is from Katina @ Peaceful Diva.

Peaceful Divas

If you're not familiar with Katina, then you're in for a treat. Today she's left us with some great ideas on how to declutter this place. Just what I need! She has a special way of bringing everything back to God's Word, and I love that! Check out her post, and then go visit her place and leave her some comment love!
I was so honored when Adrienne asked me to guest post for her! I asked her what she wanted me to post about and she said organinzing or ....anything! Ok, so organinzing makes some people really happy. I am NOT one of those people. I like the benefits of organization, just not the work. (Just sayin')! Anywho, since she is probably packing and organizing as I am typing, here ya go:

My quest to simplifying my life has led to a most dreaded, continual and mundane task…DECLUTTERING! I just gotta be honest; I would rather write a thesis or complete algebra math homework before dealing with my clutter. One area of my home that is continually cluttered is my kitchen counter. Every Wednesday both of my girls’ teachers send home the “Wednesday Packet”. This packet has everything in it: parenting magazines, announcements, solicitations for camps etc and graded homework and class work. Every week I pull all the info out and sort-of go through it. I trash the direct solicitations that I don’t want but everything else ends up in a pile right along with the mail of course.

In addition to all of that, my in-laws unexpectedly came over last weekend so I did a quick “dash and stash” before they came over. Which meant all of the kitchen counter papers went all over my desk. I just shut the door and walked away really slowly!

I have had great intentions of “decluttering diva style” all week. Work has been crazy, it was my daughter’s birthday on Wednesday and I just haven’t gotten around to it. Honestly, every time I even think about all that has to be done my body goes into funk mode—I don’t wanna mode!

Well, due to the birthday, we will have family over AGAIN this weekend. I don’t think another “dash and stash” is a good idea. So, as Tommy from the cartoon show the Rugrats would say: “A baby gotta do what a baby gotta do”!

I gotta get ‘er done!

This afternoon, I didn’t have a lot of time or energy but I remembered the lessons from flylady at as well as the tips from my own personal organizer, Sylvia McClintock at Both of these fabulous ladies talk about the power of fifteen minutes.

The idea is that you can do ANYTHING for 15 minutes! For me, the key is using a timer! You can use an egg timer, your cell phone alarm, the timer on your oven or anything that will buzz or ring at you when the time is up!

Today, I set the timer for 15 minutes and gritted my teeth and stayed on task until the timer went off without getting distracted. Just like Dory from Finding Nemo, I kept saying to myself “Just keep swimming, Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming swimming) (LOL) Ok so I obviously don’t watch ANY adult TV, but you get the point: I STAYED FOCUSED!

It really was not has hard because I knew the timer was going to go off and then I would be done! The timer went off, and I happy danced! No, the room is not finished—but it is on its way!

I have scheduled 3 more 15 minute sessions: one tonight after Zumba and then 2 more tomorrow. In total, that is 1 whole hour that I TOTALLY would have NEVER spent decluttering at one time! Besides, you can really get a lot done in 15 minutes without hating it so much!

I have started using the time cube or setting my phone when surfing the net and getting ready in the morning. Without a timer, I can sit down at the computer “for just a few minutes” and look down to see that it has been an hour or more!

Yes Divas there is a lot of power in 15 minutes! I am beginning to learn that it is the little things that we do daily that make the difference: good or bad.

Ephesians 5:15-16
Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil.


I needed this pep talk, Katina! Thank you!

How about you? Do you need some focus today? Does this mean I only have to spend 15 minutes packing?

Be sure to go by and check out Katina's home in the blogosphere!


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Wordless Wednesday-sight words and sidewalk chalk

Sometimes you just have to think outside the box.
It was just too beautiful a day to waste it with book work!  

After we came inside my son said, "That was the best idea you ever had, Mom!" I guess it was a success!

I'm linking up with 5 minutes for mom for my very first Wordless Wednesday. Have a blessed day my bloggy friends!


Tuesday, April 5, 2011

To blog or pack? That is the question...PINT Style!

Only Parent Chronicles


Monday, April 4, 2011

Queen for a day!

My palms are sweaty.

My heart is beating out of my chest.

I'm so excited!

Today is my SITS day!!!

If you have no idea what a SITS day is let me enlighten you.
The SITS Girls are a community of more than 8,000 women bloggers dedicated to supporting one another. Each day they choose a blogger to feature on their site, and today it's me!!!

I just cannot believe it!! I seriously thought this day would never come, so I'm sort of freaking out!

For Women

The SITS Girls site offers community, support, and an awesome place to meet some fabulous bloggers. They are the brains behind Bloggy Boot Camp, an event I hope is in my future! The site offers education for new and seasoned bloggers alike, and it's a none stop clicking adventure over there. You could literally spend all day just navigating through the awesomeness on this site. So, go do it! Of course, read my interview first HERE. *Ahem

Wanna hang out with me on Tuesday night? I will be joining up with @SITSGirls on Twitter for a SITS Book Club discussion on The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Great read! Did you read this? Get times, info, and RSVP for the event HERE.

Now on to telling you something fabulous, contagious, witting, funny, and oh-my-gosh-she's-my-new-favorite-blogger worthy...

What? My expectations are too high?

I could tell you all about myself, but that's boring. 1. Because if you're visiting me from the SITS site for the first time, you already had to hear all about me from them, and 2. That's why we have those "about" links at the top of our page.

I could tell you that as I'm typing this post, I'm surrounded by boxes, because my family is preparing for an exciting move to the beach! But, you can just read all about the new adventure HERE and HERE.

My brain is spinning with featured blogger block. It's sort of nerve racking to be the Queen for a day.

Grab a cup of coffee and get to know me a little better. You can read some of my favorite posts HERE.

In the meantime. A memorable parenting moment.

I was in my room when I heard a proud voice yell, "Mom, come see what I made!"

I came down the hallway to find another amazing creation. Thinking to myself how creative he was all the time, how I would have another drawing to share with friends and family, how I loved to get special homemade presents from my little guy...oh what would it be...what would it be...

Then I came into the kitchen to find this.


This is not OK! My life flashed before my eyes! My son would need some counseling. What the heck is wrong with him?! What has he been watching, will he grow up to be an axe murderer?

As I scream in horror, my son looks at me confused. Clearly my scream is not the reaction he was hoping for. His proud expression faded into a frown and cocked head.

"Why did you do that, honey?"

He's looking at me like I'm an idiot. I do not get his artistic expression. His eyebrow raises.

"It's a costume, Mom. I'm gonna take the stuffing out so my fish can dress up like a  bear."

His expression turns to say, "Duh, what else would it be?"

pause. breathe. re-evaluate.

"Isn't that a good idea?", he's still confused by me.

pause. breathe. think.

"Don't you like it?"

Oh, thank God. My son isn't going to grow up to be an axe murderer after all.

"Yes, honey! That's very creative!"

He smiles, proud again.

For a second there he thought he made something I didn't like.
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Friday, April 1, 2011

I confess...

I'm feeling a little guilty this morning. So I decided to link up with Mamarazzi and Glamazon to tell you why!

I confess that my husband is taking my boys camping this weekend and I CANNOT wait for them to leave. I know as soon as they're gone, I'm gonna miss them. But, missing them would be good. Seriously, get out of here already!

I confess that I'm gonna be alone for a huge portion of my weekend.

I confess that I'm planning on getting a pedicure with a gift certificate that I've been hanging onto since Christmas.

I confess that I'm going to read in silence with no one calling me or interrupting me.

I confess that I will shower without someone coming in to tattle on their brother.

I confess that tonight I'm going to have a sleepover with a dear friend I never get to see!

I confess that this is the time I should be spending with them because they're leaving, and I'm blogging.

I confess that I will shop tomorrow-ALONE!

I confess...I cannot wait for my family to leave! Terrible mom?