Showing posts with label just rambling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label just rambling. Show all posts

Sunday, July 27, 2014

I'm ready for the weekend! Oops, it's Sunday night…

Thanks to my friend Suzanne (who showed me this), I have most of this week's lunches made already. Such a relief! Tomorrow morning I will be dropping off some of my children for their first ever daycamp experience. Then I will take the others to the children's museum, and then grocery shopping. After that I will fix all of the suppers for the rest of this week. (Thanks again!) For the rest of the week I will be busy with seasonal cleaning, school for becoming a "real live" web designer, and making jewelry and vinyl decals for my store. Not to mention the all-important work of snuggles, hugs, kisses, giggles, and story reading. Oh yes, there's also quite a bit of paperwork shuffling going to be going on, as three of the children have leveled up to another grade in school. 
My dog needs a bath, my garage needs sorting, and my store needs all of the new items I have dreamed up to be added & clickable!
And I'd like to read a bit, and draw a few pictures, and maybe even paint some.
Is it the weekend yet?
I'm tired.
;)


( for the record, I am NOT complaining. I am delighted with my lovely, busy life. It just strikes me funny sometimes, & I wanted to share that with you.)

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Yep, it's cold! (Inside and Out!)

Winter is here!

Yes, it's **cold**. But it's a real, brisk, invigorating cold! Like I learned to love when I moved to northern Michigan. Here in the south, the cold bothers me more. It may be because I assume the south shouldn't be cold, but I think it's because it's a different kind of cold. Wetter, bone-chilling, depressing. 

When I popped on to FB this morning (just for a few minutes!!), people were posting "It's so cold here..." comments and stories. Everywhere. It's just cold everywhere. I saw pictures of frosty windows, sheets of ice inside windowpanes, bedside glasses of water frozen solid, and snowed-over cars that had to be pointed out.

I don't have any dramatic pictures like that, but I do have a "first", that never even happened to me when I lived on a bare, windswept hill in northern Michigan in a house that was built of square timbers in the 1800's and had almost no insulation. In that house, when the wind blew, the curtains fluttered, and when we put shrink plastic over the windows, the wind swelled it out till it split! BUT, the laundry never froze to the inside of the washer like it did this morning! I'm sure that's got more to do with the fact that our washer is in our unheated pantry than it does with actual temperatures, but it sure made me feel COLD! 

Today, to "celebrate" the cold, a lot of our school is on the couch, cuddling under fleece blankets, courtesy of the many science and history videos available on Netflix streaming and Amazon Prime Instant Video. And there will be no laundry to fold and put away, because the water pipes to the washer are frozen. Which is a vacation for now, but I'll have to hustle to catch up once they thaw, because laundry for 10 people isn't something you want to get behind on. And, we're doing diaper changes in the common area ("look away, kids!"), because the thermostat on the space heater beside the changing table bottomed out at 45*, and I'm not going to strip anyone bare and scrub them with a cold wet wipe in that! Call me a softie ;0)

So, that's our "it's so cold..." story. Nothing dramatic, nothing exciting. Just how I like it :0)

Are you keeping warm?

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

(a bit of) An Apology For What I Share Here (mostly so I can save face)

I've been feeling... not embarrassed, exactly, but... displeased with myself, over the random frivolity I put here. 
Not that there's anything necessarily wrong with frivolity, but when that's 
all.
I.
say.
then I'm not happy about it. 
Mostly because I know what I'm not saying here. 
All the things I think about, the things I want to mull over, the things I want to share, questions I have, ideas I want to share, growth I experience...
But at this point, I don't have... well, I don't make time to get it all here. 
And when I think about why, I'm ok with it. 
I'm comfortable with the priorities I have right now. 
Especially when I remember that they are right now
I'm realizing more and more how fleeting these days with my littles. For so long, I kept thinking "once I catch up on _____, I can sit back and enjoy my littles." That blank was filled with school, laundry, housework, prettying up the house, yardwork, gardening, sewing, canning, you name it.
Lately it's hit me, and hit me HARD, that nothing and nobody are going to sit and wait while I "catch up" ( I never will anyway), and I am MISSING OUT. 
And my very very VERY least favorite emotion - the one I hate above all others - the one that is to be avoided at all costs - is 
R E G R E T
So. 
Even though I'm not crazy about the way I look on here, and even though I'd much rather you see the "me" that is thinking underneath all the crazy blur that is homeschooling 7 of my 8 babies and hoping to figure out starting a business all while maintaining one of the happiest marriages on the planet ( and that takes work!), it's just not gonna happen right now. 
But I do want to show glimpses into my life, mostly for my own record (I don't do analog scrapbooks etc), and also for those family and friends who are interested, and for the customers I have to see just who is the person making the things they're buying, and that means there will continue to be silly frivolity showing up here in a greater proportion than it shows up in my head, because that's what I've got time for right now, because I'm too invested in living the non-frivolous to stop and share it. 

The time will come. I am both content in that knowledge, and a little fearful that it'll come too soon, and that I'll have missed things I regret missing. 

Monday, September 16, 2013

Go Go Gadget _____!

My little 'gadget' down there on the right, titled "Other Good Things To Read" is one I have great hopes for, but has been malfunctioning lately.
My hope is that things I choose will be posted there as links that I recommend reading.
Right now, things are double posting with weird, long descriptions.
That's NOT attractive.
Or useful.
I just changed around a bunch of stuff, and will be testing it over the next few days to see if it gets any better.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Hippie Mom!! (updated)

We've found a song that my whole family says has most definitely been written especially about me.
My husband played it for us this morning without preamble, and everyone immediately started remarking how "That's mom!"
I've been honoring requests to "play it again" all day now, and each time, a new verse is noticed: "just like you, mama!"
So...
I'm sharing the awesomeness with you 




(UPDATE)

I realized that you have to create a Spotify account to play that...
Here's a YouTube video of the same song  :0)


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Commonality in Diversity, and Growing Into Feeling Like Me

Sometimes I am amazed at the diversity among us, when we're all so similar (need food, water, shelter, companionship; are creative, seek self-expression, look for "the meaning of it all"...).

Sometimes at the commonalities, when we're all so very different (introvert/extrovert, creative/literal, shy/outgoing, planner/spontaneous, leader/follower, victim/survivor, religious/skeptical, NT/ASD...)

When I find the commonality in the diversity, I just have to sit down and grin a while at the juxtaposition.

I've been spending I-don't-know-how-long feeling around the edges of a topic in my thoughts and in my journal, vaguely planning to write it here once I get it more figured out so I can make a semi-coherent thing of it. Then, this morning, I find that someone else (guess who) already has fleshed it out so much more completely and with much more lucidity than I think I was going to be able to do. I find that she does specifically well at finding the words for emotions, an area where I can spend a significant amount of time & still end up feeling like I'm spinning my wheels.

So, reading this post about Renee's feelings about her Autism diagnosis, and her feelings about it coming so late in life, and all the feelings she had before her diagnosis is, to me, a powerful picture of the commonality we have within our (neuro)diversity.

Thanks, Renee!

Friday, May 31, 2013

Inside The Asperger Brain

Oh. My.

Ok, I know I'm hitting heavy on the Asperger stuff lately (that's what I do!), and I'm sending you here a lot, but really, it's just sooooo good!
I find it tremendously exciting when someone write so clearly and accurately of my experiences and thought processes.
Sometimes I get excited because once I see someone explaining my thoughts so well, as they are explaining autism to neurotypical (NT) people, fireworks start going off in my head and I yell (internally, of course) "You mean not everyone thinks that??!!"
And then dominoes start falling, connecting lines and making patterns and suddenly there's a picture where before there were only random dots and blocks.
Sort of like when someone connects the dots on a map of the sky to illustrate the constellations.
Other times I get excited because I've finally found the words to describe my thoughts or feelings to people that I want to tell these things to, but I just can't.
Like today.
I was reading, and this article got me so excited -BOTH ways, mind you! I realized that not everyone experiences things that way, AND I read the perfect words to describe what it's like in my shoes!- that I was bouncing up and down in my chair and grinning like a goofball. Finally I burst out laughing and grabbed The Mr. and said "Read that!! Please!!"
Patient, tolerant, loving man that he is, he stopped what he was doing and read it, gave me a smile, and went on his way. :0)
So now I'm grabbing you and saying "Read that! Please!"


and


Not every single word or thought there exactly applies to me, but so much does that if you're at all interested in me, how I think, what I think, and what it's like in my head, then it's definitely worth your time to read, and it's written much better than I have time for!

The part that was SO perfect that it had me laughing out loud was this line:

If you have something to say to me, then say it. If you choose to be mysterious because you think we are sharing a private moment, 9 times out of 10 you will be wrong. That knowing look on my face is me trying to mimic the look on your face and in most cases is meaningless.

Bwahahaha! Made me laugh again! 

Really, the takeaway I wish for everyone, whether you want to get to know ME or not (and sometimes that can be confusing to me, although I am so grateful for and affectionate for the ones who have taken the time and dealt with the awkwardness and difficulties) is that if you are the parent, relative, teacher, babysitter, or just involved in the life of an autistic child, please DON'T only listen to the "experts" (who DON'T have autism!), but add in there as much from autistic adults as possible.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Idyllic

My life is absolutely idyllic.

In the midst of unfinished work galore,
my refusal to be dominated by what I haven't accomplished allows me to see the bliss my life is drenched in.
So grateful.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Things I Recommend Reading

Fixed!
Waaaay down there on the right is a list of links to articles titled
"Other Good Things to Read".
It also says "(regularly updated)" but that part's been an unintentional lie. It was a bit broken and wasn't updating, and I wasn't paying enough attention to realize it.
But now I've noticed, and fixed it.
Through the day, as I steal moments here and there to read things I find interesting, or follow rabbit trails and link trails, I'll post things there that I think are share-worthy and that I want others to read.
The list itself, here on the blog, will only contain the last 5 or so links I've posted, but right below the list is a link where you can find all the links I've ever shared this way, and below that is a link where you can subscribe to be notified of every one I post from here on out.
Or you can just check in regularly here.
Also-  don't forget to check out the many links to other blogs over on the right- it's really good stuff!

Thursday, May 23, 2013

She Liked It!

One of the fun projects I've been working on was putting together flowers for my little sister's upcoming wedding.
There was her bouquet, the groom's boutonniere, the maid of honor's bouquet (who is my daughte- and she made her own! Beautiful, I must say), the "other guys'" boutonnieres, the women's (mothers etc) wrist corsages, and the table arrangements. 
It's been a big project, but very fun.
She came to look them over today, and pick them up if they were satisfactory.
She said she liked them!
Of course, I keep hoping she's not just being polite! :0)

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Guilt

You know those times when it seems someone crawled inside your head, took a good look around, took some notes, then crawled out and wrote about it all in words that you wish you could hammer together so expressively?
No?
Well, I haven't often.
Today I read something that made me feel that way though. 
I'm not quite at the end of what was written, where this person is. But that she got there is exciting to me. 
I almost say it gives me hope, but I usually shrink from that word. 
It can be, as Emily Dickinson puts it:


“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

yet it can also be a little monster with razor teeth. 

...tangent!...

Anyway. 

Here's the article that provoked me to be here at my keyboard sharing this at this ridiculous hour when I ought to be sound asleep in bed:

Friday, April 12, 2013

Want to Tour a Different Planet?

Sometimes I just want to quit the internet.
I get "peopled out", and the negative interactions overshadow the positive interactions, even though numerically, they oughtn't.
But I crawl in my hole a while, and

breathe

and then I want to come back.
Not let the ugly keep me from the beautiful.
Not give the ugly the power to keep me from the beautiful.
Especially when what upsets me about the ugly is it's attempt to control me or define me.

So, after my break, I'm back.

With a purpose, for this post at least. My husband, a.k.a. Knight In Shining Armor, a.k.a. Superman, a.k.a. My Hero, a.k.a ... (you get the idea) suggested my sharing this here, thinking that it may help explain some of my "prickliness" to those who have felt it.

I was telling him about a conversation I was in, with a sweet lady whose grandson had been diagnosed with Asperger's. When she told me, she didn't know that I am an Aspie myself, and she said it in a way that communicated the unpleasantness and difficulty of raising such a child. Not in a mean or offensive way, but just how parents commiserate over difficulties. I can imagine that it could be difficult, depending on your goals and expectations.
The conversation reminded me of several times that I've heard people talking about "healing" autistic spectrum disorders, or making them "act right". It grieves me so much to hear parents with that perspective. I was, I suppose, ranting about it to him, and he said it might be helpful for others to hear how it seems "from this side".

So. I'm just going to cut loose, like I did with him, and shut my eyes tight and hope that I don't come across as angry, or attacking, or critical, or like I know it all, or that I think people are stupid, or any of those things. I also hope that maybe, if you see things that could be taken that way, you will instead just understand how upsetting it can be to be on the receiving end of the things that I'm talking about.

In our family, we see things like ADD and Asperger's as personality profiles, not disorders or deficits or dysfunctions or disabilities (alliteration much?). Just like any personality type, there are strengths and weaknesses, which can be exploited and compensated for. We see them as valuable types, not inferior.
For example, did you know that few people are truly colorblind, to the point of seeing only black, white, and grey? These people are very very valuable in certain fields, because they can easily see details that others, distracted and blinded by color, miss. And what about a blind person's extraordinary hearing and sensory perception? That's how we see a lot of things that are often categorized as "disabilities".
So to hear someone bemoaning the woes of Aspergers, and their frustration in how hard it is to make someone - especially a child!!- with Asperger's "act right" is such a punch in the gut. To hear their special, unique gifts and abilities so disregarded in favor of making them "just like me" seems so arrogant!
Yes, I understand, a lot of times it is well intentioned, hoping to smooth the path of life for them so that they won't "stick out", but maybe that is the very thing that is propagating the negativity associated with sticking out!
And I wish, I think at least, that I really wish, that every parent, every teacher, every friend, who is dealing with an Asperger / Autistic child, who is working so hard to teach them to "make eye contact", to "speak to people when spoken to", to "hug Aunty So-and-So", to "sit properly", to "stop waving their hands", to "stop rocking", to "stop obsessing over a narrow subject", to "lighten up" and "enjoy socializing".... et cetera et cetera ad nauseum
I wish that they could really, deeply, truly, and fully imagine:
Being dropped, with no preparation, to a different planet.
Where the language sounded like theirs, but soon proved to have different (often inscrutable) definitions for a lot of the words.
Where making eye contact was highly offensive.
Where handshakes were derogatory.
Where smiling was insulting.
Where small talk was pedantic and arrogant and selfish.
And every time they tried to reach out to someone and make friendly contact in one of these ways that they grew up with and are so natural that anything else just doesn't make sense, they were rebuked and told that they were upsetting others and making people uncomfortable.
And they were told that if they want people to like them, and if they want to make friends, and if they want to fit in (which, on that planet, is the be-all, end-all, ultimate goal for every creature) they must learn the appropriate ways to interact:
The way to greet someone is to lick their face, profusely. And to enjoy it.
And to be happy to have your face licked in return. And you are not to wipe your face afterward- that would be rude!
The way to converse is to repeat a prescribed script of nonsense words, that carry no meaning, and that the script is longer for conversing with some people, and shorter for others, and you must not confuse them. It is very offputting if you mix up the nonsense words.
That if you enjoy someone's company, you show it by becoming very loud, and rubbing your face against theirs every few seconds, and if they happen to move away, you must follow them, so that you can continue to rub faces and shout at them.
You must also be very pleased and appreciative when someone shouts at you and wants to rub their face against yours, and if you show any discomfort or displeasure, you are very insulting and confusing to them, and you have maybe hurt their feelings.
With all this, the culture is a very fast-changing one, with many "in-jokes" and unspoken expectations. The change is so fast, that with all the other rules for interaction, you often lose track of the expectations and jokes, so that things often fall flat when you are around, and people become very uncomfortable, because the jollity that is required is broken up and hard to resume if you've committed yet another faux pas.

My assumption (and I may be wrong) is that almost anyone would find those rules of greeting and interaction very invasive and upsetting, and would likely feel assaulted by what the people on that planet consider "just being nice". I imagine (and maybe this is just my Asperger's talking) that after feeling thus assaulted, keeping up with the in-jokes and unspoken expectations might feel like a bit much. I'm guessing that they would be mighty glad to find someone who would just look them in the eye, smile, shake hands, and say "How are you?"

And so I want to ask those parents, teachers, friends, etc., if they can quit trying to teach a dog to quack, or a duck to bark, or a chicken to moo, and accept that these children are trying to connect with people their own way, even if their way looks like something that is culturally rude or selfish or uninterested. To quit sending the message, with their "help" that "You are put together all wrong. Everything you do, or want to do, or feel, is wrong. Everything you like, is unacceptable. You are only pleasant to be around when you deny yourself every comfort and offer yourself for invasion and sometimes assault, and even then, only if you pretend to enjoy it."

Now.
Have I offended you?
Have I made you angry?
I truly hope not. I only want to show you what I see from where I stand.
And, maybe, to explain what was going on in my head if I've been rude to you or pushed you away.

My husband said he thought it could be enlightening to people to see how their advances can be perceived.
I am hesitant to share this though, because I don't want to make people afraid to approach me or avoid trying to become friends.

Not sure what to do now besides click publish.


Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Fragrant Friends

We have a little friend.
He pops by from time to time, and is always careful to leave us lingering memories of his visit.
Usually, his offerings have me trying to remember just how to load our .22.

Did you know, if a skunk is in your crawl space or inside your walls, the smell inside is powerful, and almost completely unnoticeable from outside?
Also, after several hours, you will wonder if it finally dissipated, or if you're just used to it?
You will continue to wonder this as you and your Tribe trail through the grocery store, and you will add to it wondering whether people are staring at you because of the size of your Tribe (happens all the time) or because you are the modern day representation of Pepe LePew, times 8?

We got home from the grocery store, badly in need of blankies and stories and snacks, to find that our little friend was worried that his previous visit had been too brief.

Yep.

My house got sprayed twice in one day. And you don't know it till you walk inside.

We've held off doing what we've done in the past for skunks that got a little too cozy - trapping and shooting - because we have 3 outdoor cats that we don't want to have to release from a trap every morning.

After today though, I think I'll just give my cats the chance to get smart about entering traps. Surely one  of these nights, the skunk will have to go into the trap first. It's like, a statistical impossibility to catch my own cat every single night, right?

I'm already dreading killing the thing though. I hate killing things. I even feel horrid when I stomp a bug or set/empty a mousetrap. Last time I killed a skunk, it looked at me right before I pulled the trigger.I sunk the bullet right in its eye and it never knew what happened, but still.

And let me tell you. There is no stink on earth like a freshly killed skunk 5 feet away. Every stink that it was going to stink for the rest of its life was released right then and there, before I could get away.

I think I'm selfish enough to be dreading that part the most.

We had a pest removal guy here last week, but this house is so old (built in the 1820s) that there is no way to seal it up to keep the critters out. He just smiled and told me I live in the country in an old house. I'd figured that was what he would say. Seeing as how this is a rental, we won't be putting much into sealing it up, which leaves dealing with invasions as they happen.

Anyone have a live trap? We got rid of ours a few years ago.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

My Epiphanies (one of them, anyway)

Actually, I had three yesterday.
Isn't that some sort of record?
I think it might be for me.
I usually take a l-o-n-g time to "get" somthing.
Then a l-o-n-g time to "process" it.
Which makes me look a bit slow or something.
BUT,
once I've got it, I've got it good.
(Yes, I know "I have it well" would be better grammar, but it just doesn't say it the way I want to.)

My big "AHA!" moments came closely together, and are on the same subject, but I'm excited about them both and I see them both separately because, like I said, I usually take my time about these things.

I was reading this article, and it was encouraging for me, but not as much as it was intended to be; not as much as I knew it could be.
I read things often about how being a perfectionist is crippling, how you don't do anything because you can't do it perfectly, how seeking perfection is demoralizing, and how we should just strive for excellence instead.
Which all sounds great, except I can't (couldn't!) figure out the difference between perfection and excellence, so what it really sounded like was "be lazy, cop out, slide into doing things poorly..."
Last night I was frustrated, because I knew I was missing something by not being able to separate "perfect" and "excellent", and my awesome husband helped me (finally) figure it out.
Even thought he wasn't in the mood, he tried first one way, then another to explain the difference to me, but still all I could hear was "right way vs lazy way". Eventually I decided to put him out of his misery (it's GOT to be frustrating to try to explain a new concept to me!), and sweetly said "Well, I know one thing that's perfect. Our marriage." To which he wisely responded "No, it's not."
He went on to ask me if there is any room for improvement or growth, or if I want our marriage to be exactly what it is 10 or 20 years from now. Well. As happy as we are, one thing I have learned in our first 10 years of marriage is that there is always room for growth, and even though I can't imagine how anything could get any better, I couldn't imaging things any better than our honeymoon 10 years ago either, and it IS better now!
He explained, that means it's not perfect.
Then he asked if I'm completely happy and satisfied with the way it is right now.
Um, YES!!
He explained, that's "excellent".

I GET IT!!!

!!!

(Yep. He's awesome. Best Husband On The Planet. I mean, c'mon- he can explain things to an aspie!!


Y'all.
This is huge.

I've never understood the difference before! All kinds of things are falling into place and making sense now!!

***Happy Dance ***

In the next few days, I'll share 
Epiphany #2: You can have it all, just not all at one time.
and
Epiphany #3: They're not all doing what I'm doing.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Learning About Bedtime

I'm learning a lot lately.
Or else I'm zooming down The Slippery Slope to mediocrity and apathy.
I'm not sure which.
Of course, I know which I want it to be. I know which I think it is.
But really, who ever says "Hey, I'm falling down into apathy and inadequacy now, have a nice day!"
I want to share what I (think I) am learning.
BUT.
One of the things that is making all the other possible is that:
Mamas have a bedtime too.
We (I) can't hang on to my self-image of the Energizer Bunny and accomplish all I set out to and be the sweet, happy, helpful, playful, fun, engaging Mama I am determined to be.
So.
What that means, practically, is that:
Even though I feel like I had an epiphany today,
and ever though I feel like I am bursting at the seams to write it down to concrete it and make it real
(because, are things real when you don't write them down?),
and even though I always think of all the good stuff to write and all the good ways to write it at night and I can never remember just what and how I was going to say the next morning,
 ...
I. am. going. to. bed.
Right. Now.

well.

right after I nurse Caedmon.

Hopefully I'll remember just what and how I was going to write in the morning.
After I get up at 5:30, drink my green smoothie, and do my workout.
I'm serious.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Choosing Focus and ::Monday Musings::

I woke up this morning and looked at the "Weekend To Do" list I'd compiled for myself friday evening.
Very little is checked off.
I realized that I can look at that list and see a weekend of failure, and start my week feeling 'behind',
OR
I can look at all the things I did do.
I helped my husband wrestle some monster logs onto our trailer to bring home firewood. (I'm talking 200-300 pounds each! Yes, my muscles are sore.)
I performed and emergency plumbing repair.
I took my daughter with me for some one on one time when an urgent errand popped up.
I did some work on my first "Virtual Assistant" gig.
I sorted through and put into storage clothes for 7 children.
I went salvaging in an old barn with my daughter, and we had a blast wrestling out some treasures from under the heaps.
I cuddled 2 toddlers to sleep for the first time in a long time.
I took an impromptu nap (haven't had one of those since baby was born 6 months ago!)
and, of course, the usual maintaining that goes with a family of 10 (with 2 in diapers).
Laundry, sweeping, meals, sweeping, potty trips, sweeping, goodnight kisses, reading stories, answering questions...
I had a good conversation with one of my children, who was very disgruntled at the time, about how whatever we choose to see, to focus on, we will see more of; how that can snowball and form our personality and our outlook on life.
It is easy for me to see which to focus on, which will make me happier, and which will make me more productive. That last part is counter-intuitive, for me at least. I always think that I should look at how much I didn't do to motivate me to move faster, but really all it does is make me feel like a failure and like I'm too behind to ever catch up. When I look at what I did, it seems to carry me on it's inertia into accomplishing even more than I would plan.
Of course, I do wrestle back and forth with wondering whether it's right or wrong or OK to choose happiness.
John Piper's "Christian Hedonism" comes to mind, even though I no longer identify as a Christian. Also, the simple fact that I am more kind, gentle, patient and loving when I am happy.
Then my background comes through and I hear echos of the teachings that seeking happiness itself is shallow and carnal, and that the righteous are at peace in persecution and suffering, and that if I were really "good" I would be all those things in spite of unhappiness, and that I would be reflecting the glory of God that way. 
Sigh.
That's another post.

For now, I will do what allows me to be kind, gentle, patient and loving to my children, and wrestle privately with the ethics of what makes me that way.

::Monday Musings:
Hands Free Mama
Brave Moms Raise Brave Kids
Learning about becoming a Virtual Assistant
Learning about Chalk Paint & DIY
Inspired to Action- one of my favorite encouragements places
Power of Moms- another of my favorites for encouragement

Saturday, February 2, 2013

{Five Minute Friday} Afraid

Have you seen / heard of Five Minute Friday?
Lisa-Jo Baker hosts it on her blog.
What??
You don't know who Lisa-Jo Baker is??
Wow.
I am honored to point you in her direction.
This may sound sappy or melodramatic, and only those who know me will "get" just how much this means, because I don't say things like this lightly.

She has changed my life.

I won't go into the many things I've learned in her company, there's not room or time. Plus, I couldn't yet do them justice.

One of the things that has been a vehicle of learning for me, is her Five Minute Friday Party. Here is her description:

Friday, time to crack open the chocolate ice cream and unscripted version of beautiful you!
Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s finger paint with words –>{click to tweet}.
Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how to play along:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer}
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you {and if you love us, consider turning off word verification for the day to make it easier for folks to say howdy}
It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.
OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:

This week, I decided to jump in.

Then.

I saw the prompt.

Can I back out??


Afraid

What am I afraid of? Lots of things, despite what I would've told you only a few short years ago. My worst fear? Not sharing that one. Nope.
But my next worst?
Messing up with my children.
Hitting the brick wall of Mommy Burnout.
Focusing on the "Wrong Thing" and missing the "Right Thing".

 Living with regret.

For a long time, I was afraid to Write Naked.
Still am, actually.
Then I read this, and my definitions changed.
I'm still afraid.
But not so much.

I'm afraid that my chidlren will remember that I was grumpy when the house was messy but not that I played lots of games with them.
I'm afraid that they will think that they aren't the most important people in the world to me.
I'm afraid that they will think they are responsible for my feelings.
I'm afraid that my friends will think I'm a slob.
I'm afraid that people will think that I'm a poor mom.

Times' up.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Our Weekly Rhythm

I've finally got a daily rhythm down that WORKS.
(Yes, I said "finally" even though I have 8 children)
It took me WEEKS of work and thought to whittle my expectations for a day down to 24 hours.
Seriously.
I read this post, and thought, "Well. I'll write down a rough idea of what all I do (er, try to do) in a day, and add up the time spent and see how much spare time I have, because since I can't fit in all the reading and crafting and playing with my children and other things that I want, then I must be wasting copious amounts of time in utter frivolity."
My first attempt came up at 28 hours on the light days, 32 on the heavy ones.
Ahem.
Another day, I'll share with you  my steps from there to here.
Today, I'll show you the weekly rhythm we're trying (& liking!).
(Hint: backing off and looking at the weekly rhythm before the daily is a bit of how I whittled my day down to 24 hours)
I saw this online somewhere and snapped a screenshot of it and moved on, so I can't give credit to where I got it, but if you know where it is, let me know and I'll gladly put a link here!

Mondays: Make Something Monday
We do a craft, or even just build a really great train track in the living room, or (like last week) have sewing lessons... Make something.
Tuesdays: Time To Read Tuesday
We either go to the library to trade for "new" books, or we pile up all over the living room on couches and bean bags and read the library books we do have. This is separate from reading lessons and literature class in school. This is recreational reading, cozy, fun, and with a snack.
Wednesdays: What's Cooking Wednesday
Each child has a day of the week that is "their" day, and one of the things they do on "their" day is to be my sous chef. For What's Cooking Wednesday, we all cook something together, either supper (something new or special) or we all bake a sweet treat together.
Thursdays: Thoughtful Thursday
This one I hesitated about, only for a millisecond, out of habit. For so long, I would've scoffed at this, and sanctimoniously told you that I teach my children to be thoughtful every day. Ugh. I'm sorry. Now, yes, I try to teach my children every day to be thoughtful. But I do see a value in setting aside a time to be deliberate and intentional about it. It reminds us, because, let's face it, we are selfish and forget easily, even though I want kindness to be a habit for us all. And I think it will inspire some creativity and "special" acts of thoughtfulness when we know it's coming every Thursday.
So.
Thoughtful Thursday.
Moving on to:
Friday: Somewhere Fun Friday
This one's kind of easy, as there is a sweet mama-lady who heads up a playdate for lots of other sweet mama-ladies that I amm getting to know. We change that up every so often with other things to cater to different ages, so eventually everyone gets a turn to do something that's not so fun for them for the sake of someone older or younger, and everyone gets a turn to do something that is really fun for them.
So there you have it: our weekly rhythm.
This is all in clay, not concrete. I am not perfect, and we don't do perfect here.
I am (slowly) learning not to try to do perfect.
In the words of a lovely friend of mine:

"I am too busy for perfect. I'm just hoping shooting for happy."

Friday, January 11, 2013

"Fix it! Quick!" or Public Beta??

You know how it is, when you think something is going right, and you kind of even forget about it because you assumed it was going right?
Then you stumble across it totally serendipitously and realize that it is, in fact, not going right at all?
Yeah.
I'm there.
I was dinking around online, checking out tweaks on a different blog platform than I'm used to, figuring things out with a friend who is setting up a new blog, and now I'm finding that my rss feeds aren't doing what I thought they were, my delicious feed is all wonky and cluttered up, and I don't remember how WordPress works! (I kind of never knew- that's why I left them for Blogger)

Now I have two options. Stay up all night (and miss time with my Superman) figuring things out and fixing them; or remembering what I'm learning about "Public Beta" and relaxing tonight with Superman and figuring it out slowly over the next little while when I can do it without neglecting anyone important..

Guess which I choose?