Things on My Heart
...as a parent and a new home owner...my advice is: carefully choose whether or not to put in a garden tub with the handles accessable to your little ones. Not only are we spending many moments chastising and shedding tears (the tears are almost ours, too, out of shear frustration), we are doing a LOT of laundry. You see, it is not only FUN to turn the water ON, but it is MORE FUN to throw things in. Several times a day.
...my sister-n-law, all the way from California was astute enough to observe that my girls always get sick with their daddy goes to conferences. Sigh. My husband, all the way from Seattle, was astute enough to observe that at least I would get lots of chances to sit back and relax as I rocked my "sickie". Translation: Brother and sister are right: I will get nothing done. Sigh.
...do you know that it has rained, iced, and snowed on a consistant basis since we moved into our new house? With white carpet? With a husband, two girls, and three dogs? Enough said. Thanks, Woolite!
...Even though I had my expanders put in back in September, I STILL find myself thinking, "This bra HURTS!" Then, I realize that I cannot take it off, it's my expanders. Ugh. Thus, my concern about implants.
...Perhaps it is the first of the year and the time for dreaming, but I am a little heart-sore that I am not contributing to my family financially after draining it last year. Then I realize that I have more upcoming surgery. An obstacle. I am blessed though, in that Mark's family is making sure we stay solvent. Also, I am blessed in that I was able to listen to a friend of mine and was inspired to hear her voice some of these same feelings...and I was challenged to consider what taking them seriously might look like.
...this is my first true "pity party" entry. At least I think it is. Will I survive breast cancer, chemotherapy and surgeries to only be defeated by parenting challenges, rain, and issues about finances and finding my place? If you are unfortunate enough to have read this, you might even find it deleted in a couple of days. But, for now, I am posting it. Pity party or not, rainy day blues or not, this is where my heart and head are today. I must close, though, as as reminder to myself: God is faithful, and did not bring me this far to drop me now!
...my sister-n-law, all the way from California was astute enough to observe that my girls always get sick with their daddy goes to conferences. Sigh. My husband, all the way from Seattle, was astute enough to observe that at least I would get lots of chances to sit back and relax as I rocked my "sickie". Translation: Brother and sister are right: I will get nothing done. Sigh.
...do you know that it has rained, iced, and snowed on a consistant basis since we moved into our new house? With white carpet? With a husband, two girls, and three dogs? Enough said. Thanks, Woolite!
...Even though I had my expanders put in back in September, I STILL find myself thinking, "This bra HURTS!" Then, I realize that I cannot take it off, it's my expanders. Ugh. Thus, my concern about implants.
...Perhaps it is the first of the year and the time for dreaming, but I am a little heart-sore that I am not contributing to my family financially after draining it last year. Then I realize that I have more upcoming surgery. An obstacle. I am blessed though, in that Mark's family is making sure we stay solvent. Also, I am blessed in that I was able to listen to a friend of mine and was inspired to hear her voice some of these same feelings...and I was challenged to consider what taking them seriously might look like.
...this is my first true "pity party" entry. At least I think it is. Will I survive breast cancer, chemotherapy and surgeries to only be defeated by parenting challenges, rain, and issues about finances and finding my place? If you are unfortunate enough to have read this, you might even find it deleted in a couple of days. But, for now, I am posting it. Pity party or not, rainy day blues or not, this is where my heart and head are today. I must close, though, as as reminder to myself: God is faithful, and did not bring me this far to drop me now!
posted by Beverly @ 12:13 PM
1 Comments:
At 8:39 PM,
Carisse said…
Every parent of toddlers understands days like this. It helps to scale back your expectations (list of things to do) and in quiet nano-moments think of the long view. It also helps to lock the bathroom door!
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