Thursday, December 24, 2009

Christmas Blessings

I love Christmas time.
Tonight I drove my kids around town to look at Christmas lights. Eldest was thrilled with all the pretty houses (CurlyGirl slept the entire time, thankfully). He even called one house a beautiful castle.
We listened to Christmas songs and even sang a few while we drove along. The evening was foggy and the lights seemed to glow with a special radiance.
It was a simple way to spend an evening, but it was joyous. I love Christmas time because the neighborhoods dress in their best, the songs on the radio are all cheery, the smell of cooking and baking fills houses. But most of all, I love Christmas time because it seems as if the entire world is celebrating my Savior's birth. It is a special time, indeed.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Bad Day Blessing

Today has been a bad day that culminated in a horrible evening. My whiny two-year old wouldn't stop crying. My two-month old woke up after a 30 minute nap and wanted to be held.
This evening I yelled at my son when he yelled NO at me and hit me with his fist. I sat him in the corner where he and cried and cried and cried while I tried to feed a crying baby. Finally I had enough. I set her in her crib (fortunately, she was happy at that point) and carried my sobbing son up the stairs, changed him into his pajamas and put him on his bed. Then I told him that I couldn't handle him right now and I shut his door and went to my room and sobbed to the Lord.

I knew that part of his behavior was a reflection of my behavior. I really needed a nap today and wasn't able to take one because the baby was fussy. That just put me on edge for the evening. I opened up the Psalms and tried to find something to calm me down. I can't remember what I read, it was somewhere around Psalm 80, but I did get some calmness out of it.

Then I heard my son sobbing my name. That just melted my heart. I went in to him and picked him up and just hugged him as I rocked in the chair. I told him that I was sorry I yelled at him and I was sorry I got frustrated, and that I love him. He then told me that he was happy. I asked him why he was happy and he told me that he was happy because he had his mommy. I think at that point my heart pooled on the floor.

I sang him a song that I could barely choke out for the tears in my throat, and put him back into bed. I prayed with him and told him I love him and left the room again; only this time, it was with a joyful heart instead of a tearful one.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Tackling Mount Washmore

Laundry is something that needs to be done. I have tried many different ways to tackle Mount Washmore, as FlyLady calls it. I haven't yet found my groove.

My hubby likes to do all the laundry on one day. Just crank it out, one load after the other. FlyLady says to do one load every day, that way it's not overwhelming. I tend to do a load every day for a few days, then get really behind and do five loads in one day. Then because I have done five loads, we have clothing to wear and I don't do a load the next day, even though there is probably enough dirty laundry to do one. So a few days pass, then I do a load, and then the next day I do another, but then the next day I have to do three more loads because I'm out of long sleeve shirts. And so it goes.

I just need to figure out something. MAYBE, if I keep busy, I won't have this problem. If I do my JOB and keep my house running smoothly, we won't run out of clothes to do and I won't get frustrated with the huge piles of clothing mounded in the corner of our bedroom. So, to answer my unspoken question on how to do my laundry: I should do one load every day and that will be one of the things that keeps me busy.

In the meantime, I need to do a bunch of loads today to catch up from a week of no laundry. It's difficult to do laundry when you have company . . . not to mention Christmas!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Good Days

I was praying this evening, telling God about my day. I told Him that today has been a good day; a busy day, but a good day. Then I realized, and hardly dared to think it aloud, that if I spent all my days as busy as I did today, then maybe I would feel as good about my days as I do today.

I am getting my house ready for a weekend boutique. That means a lot of cleaning and organizing and getting the gifts ready for display. In other words, I have been very busy today. But I wasn't frustrated or stressed out. I had a good day. I played Christmas music, burnt a vanilla candle that has scented the entire house and had a good time while I've been busy. And now I'm tired, but it is a good tired, like an I-have-accomplished-something tired. I had a very busy day and it was a great day.

So, the lightning bolt that hit my thoughts is this: maybe I won't be so bored and restless if I keep myself busy. There are so many things I can do around the house. I probably would have more time to set up for my boutique if I had been busy earlier in the week cleaning up the messy places. I don't like to be stressed and rushed about things. And yet, I procrastinate so that I am rushing around at the last minute being stressed. It's like adrenaline for me, in a sad, twisted sort of way.

But you know, today gave me an adrenaline rush too. And it was a much better rush than the last-minute-freaking-out rush. I should try this more often!

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Closet Confessions

Just before my husband left on his business trip, he cleaned out his side of our walk-in closet. (Walk in is about all you can do. If you want to shut the door, you have to lean into the clothes.) There are a few bags waiting for me to take to the thrift shop.

So, since he is due home tonight, I decided to tackle my side of the closet. I have too many clothes and too many shoes. I know this. The problem is that I don't want to get rid of the things that don't fit, but still look good, because I AM going to lose weight.

So I put all the clothes I want to save into space saver bags and got rid of all the clothes that I don't like or that have armpit stains. (No matter what, I can't seem to get rid of those!!) I also got rid of all the shoes that aren't comortable or I don't like, or my husband doesn't like. It wasn't actually that many pairs of shoes. There are a few that I want to wear again to see if I really want to keep them or not.

So, my DH will come home to a clean closet and a fresh bed. Unfortunately, he will also be coming home to a wife with dirty hair. I did shower this morning, but neglected to wash my hair because I didn't want to get up when my alarm went off. And that laziness will have to be another post.

See also You've Made Your Bed...

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

You've Made Your Bed . . .

One of the household chores I dislike is making the bed - or to be more specific, washing the linens and THEN making the bed. Oh, our bed does get made (almost) every day. I drag the sheets & comforter up every morning so that there is a smooth surface to dump stuff on. And I straighten out our pillows: the two our heads rest on and the two body pillows. Forget all the decorative pillows, what's the point? You can't use them. Martha Stewart I am not.

As to the actual changing of the bed linens, it happens once every two or three months. I am actually ashamed to write that. I just hate putting the linens back on the bed. I always end up with a crick in my back and all sweaty from wrestling corners down and lifting the mattress up to tuck the sheets under. We're lucky the sheets get changed every other month or so.

Since my husband has been away on a business trip this week, I decided it would be nice for him to come home to a fresh, clean bed. So I stripped the bed and put all the linens into the washing machine. I decided that rather than waiting for all the wash to be done, I'd use some of the bed clothes we have in my hope chest. I figured it would save me a lot of time.

It took me forty-five minutes to make our queen size bed. I was looking at our bare mattress and wondered when it had last been flipped. I could actually see a curve to the mattress, so I knew it had been a while. Have you ever flipped a mattress by yourself? With a toddler trying to help? My son was trying to climb on the box spring while I had the mattress up on end. And I was also trying to keep the dust ruffle from slipping as I slid the mattress back down into place.

Finally, the bed is made and I am sweaty and have a knot in my back, as well as a headache. I think I pulled a muscle in my neck this morning taking my mom's luggage down the stairs. Wrestling with a mattress and bed linens didn't help matters any. By the way, did I mention I also changed the linens on the guest bed? So, I hope my dear hubby appreciates my efforts at giving him a fresh bed. I know he will notice; the sheets are a different color. I'm glad that chore is done with.

See also Closet Confessions