Setting: Boston Pizza Bathroom, wheelchair accessible stall so Abby, Leigh and I can all fit in together.
Scene: Abby went pee, and Leigh went second (YAY). Then it was my turn. After I was done Leigh loudly says "Good Job Mama!!"
Monday, April 9, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
It Was Supposed to be About Him, But It's All About Me Instead
Tonight it is pressed on my heart how important it is to be encouragements to our husbands. And this is an area I feel that I'm not the greatest at. (Ok, so I don't think I have many areas that I'm good at.) But it's one I want to get better at.
I think my problem is that I am so emotionally driven that if he is upset or frustrated at something, I just pick it up and run until it's suddenly all about me and how I'm stressed because he's stressed and why can't he just understand and be nice and not get mad? Why? Oh wait, there I go again!
I'm realizing that it comes from being very self-centred. I constantly think of how hard I feel my life is, how stressed I am. His stresses are far removed from me. It's usually things or people at work, and I have a hard time picturing it sometimes, since I don't see it first hand. If I don't experience it, it doesn't exist, right?
But it does exist! His life isn't perfect either. Yesterday he worked from 6:30 am until 2:30 am. And then had to go to work at 7 am again this morning. I complain when I go to bed later than 11 and get up sooner than 7.
So he was a little short-tempered this morning, which was really understandable since he only had about 3 hours of sleep. He anticipated being at odds with his boss all day. I wanted to encourage him somehow to act Christ-like, to not get frustrated. But I didn't think it was something he wanted to hear, so I didn't say anything. And besides, I had only gotten maybe 4ish hours of sleep so I wasn't much better than him.
But the day turned out all right for him, so far. I talked to him in the late morning and he was mostly cheerful sounding. So I was very thankful for that because I had been praying that his day would go smoothly. Hopefully it still is. He still is at work, but he won't have to stay quite as late tonight since they have another guy to come and spell him off. I'm very glad because I have such a hard time sleeping when he's not here, and especially when he's working. I'm always imagining horrific accidents.
There I go, making it all about me again. Gotta work on that.
I think my problem is that I am so emotionally driven that if he is upset or frustrated at something, I just pick it up and run until it's suddenly all about me and how I'm stressed because he's stressed and why can't he just understand and be nice and not get mad? Why? Oh wait, there I go again!
I'm realizing that it comes from being very self-centred. I constantly think of how hard I feel my life is, how stressed I am. His stresses are far removed from me. It's usually things or people at work, and I have a hard time picturing it sometimes, since I don't see it first hand. If I don't experience it, it doesn't exist, right?
But it does exist! His life isn't perfect either. Yesterday he worked from 6:30 am until 2:30 am. And then had to go to work at 7 am again this morning. I complain when I go to bed later than 11 and get up sooner than 7.
So he was a little short-tempered this morning, which was really understandable since he only had about 3 hours of sleep. He anticipated being at odds with his boss all day. I wanted to encourage him somehow to act Christ-like, to not get frustrated. But I didn't think it was something he wanted to hear, so I didn't say anything. And besides, I had only gotten maybe 4ish hours of sleep so I wasn't much better than him.
But the day turned out all right for him, so far. I talked to him in the late morning and he was mostly cheerful sounding. So I was very thankful for that because I had been praying that his day would go smoothly. Hopefully it still is. He still is at work, but he won't have to stay quite as late tonight since they have another guy to come and spell him off. I'm very glad because I have such a hard time sleeping when he's not here, and especially when he's working. I'm always imagining horrific accidents.
There I go, making it all about me again. Gotta work on that.
Monday, March 19, 2012
My Kids Are Featherless Birds
I got crafty last month. I saw these wings a few months ago at Ordinary Time, and decided I wanted to make them for my girls. I didn't do it right away but started earlier this year. I finished them a little while ago and was quite pleased with the results.
My hubs suggested adding the streamers on the bottom, and I think it makes it that much more fun. And actually, they differ a fair bit from the original original design, which is found here at All Dressed Up and Nowhere To Go.
Abby and Leigh had been playing Baby Bird quite a bit lately, making nests from blankets and pretending to hatch and be a baby bird. So I figured that they would love these wings and had visions of them wearing them constantly and flapping their way through life.
Turns out reality is not so much what I though it would be. They refuse to wear them. I think we managed to get Abby to wear them twice, for periods of time no longer than 5 minutes. Leigh wore them once, and only just long enough to get them on before she demanded them off.
Mark was very upset that they didn't like the wings and was almost ready to forcefully make them wear them. I am sad that they didn't want them, but I won't make them do something they really really REALLY don't want to do. So my wings that I slaved hours and hours over are relegated to the dress-up box. But I am still holding out hope that they will discover them there one day and think "Wow, I should be a bird today!"
It could happen.
My hubs suggested adding the streamers on the bottom, and I think it makes it that much more fun. And actually, they differ a fair bit from the original original design, which is found here at All Dressed Up and Nowhere To Go.
Abby and Leigh had been playing Baby Bird quite a bit lately, making nests from blankets and pretending to hatch and be a baby bird. So I figured that they would love these wings and had visions of them wearing them constantly and flapping their way through life.
Turns out reality is not so much what I though it would be. They refuse to wear them. I think we managed to get Abby to wear them twice, for periods of time no longer than 5 minutes. Leigh wore them once, and only just long enough to get them on before she demanded them off.
Mark was very upset that they didn't like the wings and was almost ready to forcefully make them wear them. I am sad that they didn't want them, but I won't make them do something they really really REALLY don't want to do. So my wings that I slaved hours and hours over are relegated to the dress-up box. But I am still holding out hope that they will discover them there one day and think "Wow, I should be a bird today!"
It could happen.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Someone Remind Me Why I Have Kids?
I usually try to write posts that are more on the cheerful, optimistic kind of side because I know that I could easily just sit here day after day and complain about anything and everything. But unfortunately this is not a post like that. It is a venting post. Please excuse it. It's been a bit of a trying week.
My kids are driving me nuts! And right now it's mostly Leigh, dear that she is. She has been sick the last few days with a fever, so I've given grace to her crankiness because I get cranky when I'm sick too. But today, she threw the biggest fit I have ever seen her have.
She was inconsolable. Seriously, nothing was making her happy. Not food, not her monkey (blanket), not even a tv show. She was hyperventilating a bit and just keep screaming and crying. We began to worry that she had something wrong with her, like a sickness or who knows what.
I finally got her bundled to take to emerg and Mark took her outside to put in the car. I came out shortly after and she was playing on our little ship/slide in the yard. Not crying. Hmmmmm, that's suspicious. Maybe she isn't sick.
She was fine outside until I told her she couldn't ride her bike on the road. That started the fit again. So I figured that it was just an attitude thing, and she was not ill. At least that worry is gone. But how am I supposed to deal with the rest of it?
We got the painting easel set up for the girls, and Abby happily started painting a cow, of course. Everytime she paints, she says she's painting a cow.
Leigh started to get ready but then started freaking out again. But after she saw Abby painting for awhile she quietly got on her painting smock and wanted some paint. And she was fine again.
She didn't throw another fit until right now when I put her to bed. I am currently listening to her cry at her bedroom door. Today is the first day in her "big girl bed." It is just her crib, lowered and with the railing taken off. But apparently it is not acceptable. Or maybe it's just the whole bed time that is not acceptable.
Some days I feel like God is gracious and gives me lots of strength to make it, and other days I feel so stretched that I don't think I will make it through the next ten minutes without doing something I regret.
My kids are driving me nuts! And right now it's mostly Leigh, dear that she is. She has been sick the last few days with a fever, so I've given grace to her crankiness because I get cranky when I'm sick too. But today, she threw the biggest fit I have ever seen her have.
She was inconsolable. Seriously, nothing was making her happy. Not food, not her monkey (blanket), not even a tv show. She was hyperventilating a bit and just keep screaming and crying. We began to worry that she had something wrong with her, like a sickness or who knows what.
I finally got her bundled to take to emerg and Mark took her outside to put in the car. I came out shortly after and she was playing on our little ship/slide in the yard. Not crying. Hmmmmm, that's suspicious. Maybe she isn't sick.
She was fine outside until I told her she couldn't ride her bike on the road. That started the fit again. So I figured that it was just an attitude thing, and she was not ill. At least that worry is gone. But how am I supposed to deal with the rest of it?
We got the painting easel set up for the girls, and Abby happily started painting a cow, of course. Everytime she paints, she says she's painting a cow.
Leigh started to get ready but then started freaking out again. But after she saw Abby painting for awhile she quietly got on her painting smock and wanted some paint. And she was fine again.
She didn't throw another fit until right now when I put her to bed. I am currently listening to her cry at her bedroom door. Today is the first day in her "big girl bed." It is just her crib, lowered and with the railing taken off. But apparently it is not acceptable. Or maybe it's just the whole bed time that is not acceptable.
Some days I feel like God is gracious and gives me lots of strength to make it, and other days I feel so stretched that I don't think I will make it through the next ten minutes without doing something I regret.
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