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Bench Warming Summer

I haven’t been around in a while and for that I blame everyone but myself.

In all honesty, I do feel like there were a few things against me over the summer that led to my pretty severe absence. My phone fell on concrete and shattered and I had to go one step above old school phones(I did all my blogging on my phone…just fyi) and our computer suddenly hooked up to our T.V by some unknown force (hubby) and our only real functional, quick fix for my blogging was my husbands work laptop that is never around. So there have been some unforeseen things that made my blogging a little harder to complete… and then there was just my laziness.

You wonder how I am back… well I now have my hubby’s “old” work laptop because he upgraded, I really have no complaints about that!

So what have we been doing for the last 3 plus months?  We have been knee deep in our first year of homeschool, our first year of c0-0p and my first year of the busiest I’ve ever been. That last sentence might seem a little over-the-top but really, I mean every word. I’ve been planning, and praying and worrying over homeschooling for the last 2 years and now that it’s here I really don’t have much time to do any of those things except pray but even then it’s a lot less than before. I think that’s only because I really do feel, in my gut, that homeschooling is for us. The last two years I spent praying about it and wondering if I could cut it and while I don’t really know if I can cut it, I think for the most part our family is rocking the first year. Don’t get me wrong, I struggle to find things for my youngers to do when I’m doing things with my kindergartener that they just can’t do. Our littlest likes attention a lot. (There is really nothing more I can add to that.) For the most part though, we have fallen into a groove and while I know it’s right for us I also know that it is stinking hard and hectic and sometimes insane but I really wouldn’t change it for anything.

So I have missed all the blogs that I have followed and the bloggers that follow me. Sadly I haven’t been able to or made time to get on and take a gander. My title of this post really is as true as it can be. I feel like I’ve just been sitting on the sidelines the last few months, I’ve been itching to get back into writing and just the blogging community in general! Can’t wait to see what ya’ll have been up to!!

Here’s to getting off that bench!!

 

 

 

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My Oh So Messy Table ~ Priceless

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Today was one of those very stormy spring days. Dark and gloomy with thunder and lightening that kept my 3 year old’s bottom on my lap and hands over her ears.

Today was one of those days that mommy had things to do. While the laundry had been washed and folded and even put away there were still so many other things on the to-do list.

Today was one of those days that didn’t go as planned. Storms had us inside, frightened children kept chores from being completed.

Today my 3 year old crawled up into my lap and buried her head in my chest. I closed my eyes and rested my check on her forehead. When I opened them that’s when I saw it, straight ahead was a sight that made me give a great big ole sigh. The table was cluttered with more than the eyes could take in. The motivation inside of me to clean kicked in and I almost jumped up to tend to the mess that blanketed the table when my 3 year old clasped her fingers tighter on my arm. I Hugged her tighter and gave my messy table the stink eye. I started to put each thing that didn’t belong back in it’s rightful place in my head. Not sure what that was going to do but I’m never in cleaning mode so didn’t want to lose my momentum. As I categorized and planned my attack for cleaning that table I realized something.

I loved everything on that table. I appreciated everything on that table and besides the clutter itself, everything on that table was priceless.

Here’s why…

Cup of Coffee – There are no words…

That large stack of library books – we get to go and pick through hundreds of books at our local library any time we want for free. My kids love books and they learn so much from them.

Wipes – the ability to clean up my disgusting babies in one fell swoop.

Adult bible and bible for children – the most important part of our day and sometimes it’s the first thing that goes forgotten or pushed to the side, but not today.

Dinosaur bag – this was my oldest sons first back pack that made him feel like a big boy, my youngest son who is 1 year old today gets to feel like a big boy with this same bag. (This mama is getting all teary eyed up in here.)

Venom Cup – these hold my children’s precious drinks. Usually water and milk, (thank the Lord for a child who prefers that over juice;)

Centerpiece – we all need something pretty to look at.

High chair tray – this keeps my youngest safe while he eats.

Materials for kids crafts – crafts that teach my children how to be creative and artistic and most of all it’s our happy place.

Purse – this precious thing holds almost everything I need while I am on the go with all my kiddos.

As I looked ahead and had my aha moment, I suddenly didn’t feel the urgent need to clear away all of these priceless things from this priceless table that I used to eat at with my parents when I was little.

So I sat and held my daughter until the storms passed.

Sometimes it’s okay to look at a mess and appreciate the beauty in it!

My 3 Minute Shower

This was my day, it reminded me of this post I wrote last year. Yes, my 3 minute showers are still a thing!!

Mommy Lanes Adventures

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I have become a master of the 3 minute shower. My shower time is cut in half with each child I have. I used to be a long shower taker, I would shampoo and scrub, lather and rinse and maybe lather again. I would condition and repeat. I would RELAX. Then my first little one came and my 30 minute shower dropped down to a 15 minute shower. He would sit nicely in his bouncer right in the doorway while I showered so I wouldn’t have to be away from this precious angel for long or I would wait until he napped and would jump in for a semi leisurely soak in the warm and RELAXING shower. My 2nd little one arrived and boy was I in awe. I cuddled and snuggled and frothed with delight but again my shower time dropped to about 8 minutes. The lathering never…

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“Parenting is hard!” – Well what did you expect?

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The last few days, it seems like everywhere I turn I read something or I hear someone complain about how hard parenting is. (And I’m not talking about a humorous post about all the shenanigans throughout parenting or a passing “this child is crazy” phrase that we all think and sometimes say) Mega parent complainers who are tired, they are worn out, they need some “me” time. They are actually rude and almost unforgiving toward their own child. I kinda want to say and in most recent instances have had to bite my tongue…

“Well what did you expect?”

What in the world are we expecting parenthood to be. If we do it right and actually want what is best for our children then yes it’s going to kick our butts from time to time. The gray hairs are gonna come, the tired eyes, the frown lines, the headaches, the heartbreak, the tears, worry, fear, exhaustion and doubt… etc etc etc etc…

It seems to me that most parents think they are getting into some sort of ‘walk in the park’ adventure. They think having a baby is going to be like those toys that came out in the 90’s, you know the ones… Nano Pets or the Tamagotchis. Those things were the bee’s knees for like a week when I was ten.

I feel like as parents we focus a lot on the negative, on “woe is me” scenarios and we keep reminding everyone how hard parenting is when what we should be reminding everyone and ourselves is although it is very hard it also ends way too soon. We should look at each day as a gift because that is what it is. No matter what you believe in, I don’t think many people could argue with that. I hear stories and know people who have lost their little ones to illness or tragedy. One day they are here and the next day they aren’t and if we can’t see how precious these days are that we have together then we are gonna miss them more when they are gone. And they will be, one day. Kids will grow up, parents will get older and these everyday moments that seem so annoying right now will be a faded memory. A snapshot tucked away in the family photo album.

I sure hope that when I look back one day that I’m not sad because I didn’t choose happiness and joy amidst all the chaos that is raising children. Instead of venting every chance I get (don’t get me wrong, I’m not unfamiliar with a good vent session and I’m not saying that sometimes they aren’t needed) I should remember that there will come a time when my child will no longer do the things that I find a little tiring in the season that we are in.

One day they will no longer…

Ask to be held for the thousandth time that day, and usually as soon as I have a fresh cup of coffee in my hand.

Crawl into bed with us in the middle of the night…. crushing many sensitive body parts in their path.

Beg us to lay down with them every night by wrapping their arms around our necks so tight we don’t know whether to start fighting for a breath or just give in and lay down.

Ask us to read “just one more book”

Try to eat the food we have because it looks better. “Me share with you mommy?”

Have potty accidents and seek us for help and comfort…. and the dreaded clean up.

There are so many more and I could really go on and on but those are some of the things that happen on a daily basis and sometimes I wanna pull my hair out. I’m only human! But then I remember(at least most of the time) that one day they will be all grown up and I will ache to hold them, console them, cuddle with them, take care of them, clean up after them. I will miss stealing one last peek of them in their beds at night.

These moments should be embraced with compassion, not complained about to the point of becoming cruel to our children(whether to their face or not) and continually casting them as the subject of all our complaints.

We were once children ourselves after all!!

So here’s to embracing rather than complaining.

At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
-Matthew 18:1-3

“Adults are just outdated children.” 
  — Dr. Seuss 

“Children need models rather than critics.” 
  — Joseph Joubert, French moralist

Just a Coat of Paint and a Pocket Full of Dreams

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My house is in a serious state of despair. We are redoing our “master” bathroom; new paint, new lighting, new vanity, new decor etc etc. For some reason the rest of the house is suffering because one of the smallest rooms in the house is getting special treatment.

I’m a scattered mess when it comes to doing things in an orderly, step by step fashion. I’ve been known to start cleaning one room and end up doing something entirely different with an entirely different outcome and an entirely puzzled expression from my husband at the end of the day. For example; I started cleaning the kitchen (it was in one of those, haven’t been touched in a week stages). I was clearing off the table and saw a jacket so I took it to the closet in the living room which is where I found a pile of shoes. Oh my those need to be sorted I took a few pairs to my room and threw them on top of a lot of other pairs of shoes in our closet which is when I decided the closet needed some serious straightening. One thing led to another and within 20 minutes everything in our closet was out on the bed ready for some major sorting. But then the baby cried and he needed fed so the closet was forgotten as was the disarrayed kitchen and well the rest is history. My husband gets from work and just looks at me with a long shake of his head. He knows, oh he knows.

The simple task of cleaning the kitchen left me with my closet on my bed and my kitchen remaining in that sad state. So you can imagine where redoing a bathroom will lead me. Last night it lead me to the kitchen (yes the kitchen again) where instead of starting on the bathroom I ended up painting the trim in the kitchen white. Now if you have read my other DIY Posts you know that the majority of my house is honey oak. Honey oak wood floors, honey oak trim, honey oak blinds, honey oak cabinets and then everything else is brass. I was up to my eyeballs in honey oak and brass and was starting to get itchy scalp from it! (Itchy scalp – something that occurs after severe annoyances, such as noises, colors and people feel as though they are suffocating you. This actually originated from my sister, she used to start itching her head when she became irritated with something or someone and it always made us laugh.)

Anyways I have completed the bottom trim in kitchen and am back to the bathroom to finish what I started. Hopefully next week I will have an updated bathroom to share with you!

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You can find the paint I used on the trim here

I didn’t sand or prime but did scrub it as clean as possible.

This Just In! Adulthood is Here

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You would think having 3 babies and a husband and a mortgage would have brought the adult out in me but it hasnt, it’s been more like playing house. I get to burp and feed and dress my babies just like I did when I was six and had 20 pretend babies. Ive been practicing my whole life for that and I used to pretend I had husbands all the time too, they were fake and usually in the shape of a pillow but they were mine so…

BOOM PRACTICE!

I got taller but seem to have never stopped playing. That was until the last few months. I think that everything was all kinda coming at me real slow like and then

BAM

it hit me like a tractor. I saw it coming but wanted to keep picking flowers and didn’t move in time. Now I am an adult and I don’t quite know how to act or react.

Here are the 6 reasons why I’ve been kicked in the butt by adulthood.

1. We are saving up for a van, yes a van, but with 3 kids packed like sardines in the back seat of our SUV the idea of a van makes my heart melt.

2. I wear elastic waistbands all the time, I mean all the time!

3. I want to redo our house so we can sell it and buy the house we are gonna die in.

4. Makeup just doesn’t matter any more. While I do like to doll up still it is very rare that I have time for it. My face is naked and haggard and I just don’t have a chance to care.

5. I went to a pampered chef party and bought measuring cups….. measuring cups people!

6. I told my daughter she needed to fix her attitude, which is identical to what my mom said to me growing up.

I realize that these are silly reasons but when I noticed them and felt them all within a couple weeks of each other the word adulthood took my breath away.

I shall explain in a few short sentences, I am not at all afraid of getting older. I shrieked with glee when I turned 30. I will not dye my gray hairs and I will not get too fussy when I start wearing elastic pants all the time (wait, already there!). But the actual adulthood thing… eek. For some reason when I think of an adult I think of someone who doesn’t skip anymore or laugh out loud, or really have any fun at all.

I realize I totally have a misconception of the word.

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The actual definition of adult:

having attained full size and strength; grown up; mature: an adult person, animal, or plant.

Being a mature grown up never hurt anybody I suppose. It’s what my parents always wanted for me. (sigh)

So instead of running away and sulking I will just have to pull up my elastic adult pants and skip ahead. Embrace that word like I did 30 and pay my bills on time.

Yay for me!

Discover New Blogs: Liebster Award

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I was nominated for the Liebster Award by Tracie at lifeoftracie. First of all, thank you so much for the nomination and sorry it took me awhile to finish. Love being able to share with and get encouragement from other bloggers. We gotta stick together!:)

Here are the rules for the new nominees which I will post at the end of this post.

LIEBSTER AWARD RULES:

1.Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog.

2. Display the Liebster Award on your blog.

3. Share 11 random facts about yourself.

4. Answer the 11 questions you were asked.

5. Nominate 11 bloggers with less than 200 followers for the Award and have them answer 11 questions.

6. Let the other bloggers know you’ve nominated them.

7. Copy the rules into your post.

Here are the 11 random facts about me and the 11 questions I was asked.

1. I have a thing for coffee. I fall asleep thinking about the cup of coffee I’m going to have in the morning. Sometimes I can’t sleep because I’m so excited about it.
2. I make lists for everything and if I don’t complete it or if I think it’s not “just right” I make it again. It’s my one OCD quality.
3. My husband says that I’m messy and he prefers a clean house more than I do.
4. I have written a book and hope to publish one day. I probably need to focus more on that.
5. I’m not a complainer, don’t care for it and just try to stay positive.
6. I used to want to be a baker but then got busy.
7. I used to have major crushes on David Duchovny and Harrison Ford when I was in middle school. Still have folders of facts and pictures of them in my attic somewhere.
8. I don’t like feet, don’t want to see them and definitely don’t want to touch them. (Except for my kiddos feet, love those feet.)
9. I am a huge daddy’s girl. HUGE! But all my sisters are too. He’s definitely someone to love!
10. I absolutely love coffee.
11. I’m 30, gotta start working on my bucket list.

11 Questions asked and answered

1. What was your favorite toy as a child? I had a baby doll that had curly hair and would say I love you when i pressed her wrist.

2. If you could do ANYTHING today, what would you do? I would love to fit in my pre-baby baby baby jeans. I’m slowly on that path but would love to be there already!

3. What are you listening to? Right now- my baby crying it out in his crib:/. In the CD player – Good Morning Baby in Spanish. But I wish I was listening to Switchfoot.

4. Who is your favorite fictional character and do you have a reason or just because? I’ve got mommy brain right now, I know I have one or several but could take days to think of so I will move on.

5. What is your favorite holiday and why? Christmas, I love the spirit of it. i love the reason for it and I love the food that’s involved.

6. Star Wars or Star Trek? Never seen either but probably Star Wars, Harrison Ford was in that right? 😉

7. Who’s your favorite James Bond? The most recent I think. It’s the only one I’ve really watched.

8. Do you have a favorite game and what is it? I love Aggravation. Grew up playing that with my family, still play when we all get together.

9.What is you least favorite word or the word that makes you cringe? Don’t have one.

10. Do you play and instrument and if so what? Clarinet in middle school but was always placed in last chair. So no I don’t play an instrument. :/ 😉

11. Who is your favorite Youtuber or do you have one? Nope, no time for Youtube.

I want to nominate the following blogs because I really enjoy reading your posts, you are inspiring and fun to keep up with!:)

http://thejoyoffive.com

http://bikurgurl.com

http://journeytohealthyyou.wordpress.com

http://mamastrong.co/2015/12/17/3-reasons-we-dont-do-the-whole-santa-thing/

http://adventureswithsix.wordpress.com

http://threeisthemagicnumberblog.wordpress.com

http://h20walkerlife.wordpress.com

http://afternoonofsundries.com

http://paintboxmum.wordpress.com

http://jhkane45.wordpress.com

http://seriousmomblog.wordpress.com

Here are your 11 new questions.

1. If you could travel anywhere, where would it be?
2. What is your favorite book?
3. If you could buy anything no matter the cost, what would you buy?
4. What is your favorite thing to do?
5. Outside or inside person?
6. What is something you would love to learn to do?
7. If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?
8. Who is your hero?
9. What is your favorite television show?
10. Coffee or tea?
11. What is your biggest pet peeve?