Family · Parenting · Perspective

Morning Glimpse

If you took a peek into life at my house this morning, you’d see a woman who got a good, long, hot shower. It was almost completely uninterrupted minus a few moments of being a dripping judge and jury from behind the shower curtain to settle a battle over custody of the remote.

Mentally, I was planning my next blog post. Maybe some pictures and stories from our trip to Key West? Or perhaps the wisdom I picked up finishing our Sacred Marriage Bible Study? Spoilers for both of those- 1) Key West is a grandiose time of naps, drinking, sight seeing and water; and 2) Everyone is fighting some sort of battle within their marriage whether it’s subconsciously or up front- apathy, keeping it fresh, temptations, respect…

After my life-renewing shower and application of sweatshirt and yoga pants, I was trying to drain the water off those water absorbing orbs my kids received in their stockings for Christmas. Supposedly, these orbs can absorb 1000# their weight in water and should never be eaten or put down the drain. About a dozen slipped over my fingers and down the drain of the bathroom sink.

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Add to my resume: plumber. I’ve had to be a plumber way too much lately. I’m fairly handy with tools and a plunger.. and I don’t say that with pride, but rather out of necessity. Our lift pump in the basement has had issues. My son clogged the toilet at the office. My daughter clogged one at the house. The drain trap dried out and was wafting sewer gas… you get the picture.

My plan for the morning involved prepping backpacks, making my to-do list for the last day of Easter break, and attacking the dishes from yesterday’s meals. It didn’t involve plumbing. However, making lemonade from lemons, I now have an exceptionally clean bathroom sink drain pipe.

Now, back to that to-do list…

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Parenting · Perspective

Seat 21A Key West to Atlanta

Delta Seat 21A Key West to Atlanta- you. Yes you. This morning we all boarded a flight from Key West to Atlanta at approximately 11:30am.

I know leaving somewhere that the air is warm and soft, drinks and merriment flow freely, and the potpourri of languages is like music- it’s difficult.

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But not so difficult you had to be passive aggressively rude to the young mom traveling with her 3 & 2 yr old girls. I heard you two rows back when the obviously tired 2yr old fussed.

“I can’t believe we have to listen to this shit on our way home.” That’s exactly what you said to the woman on your right, never looking back at your intended target. That woman must be used to your selfish choices. She calmly put a pink and white earbud in your ear.

I saw the young mom glance up at you as she tried to calm her little. She stayed calm and remained full of grace.

That young mom worked her tail off all the way to Atlanta keeping those girls quiet and happy. My husband and I peeked and smiled at them. I handed her phone back up when it hit the floor. Another passenger talked calmly and reassuringly to the 3yr old when the mom had to take the toddler to the bathroom.

It seems that everyone in the two rows around the young mom was happy to help. Everyone but you.

As we landed in Atlanta, we talked with her and the 3yr old. My daughter likes Barbies just like she does. She’s always losing the shoes too.

My husband offered to carry her carry-on bag. The tired 2 year old had finally cashed it in as we taxied to our gate. She now had to maneuver a sleeping toddler, her three year old, bag and a double stroller to make her connection to Michigan- which was currently boarding in another terminal.

Seat 21A. Would it have been so difficult to be supportive? Or at the very least ignore the noise?

I believe most people are good and kind. I hope that the patience and smiles of the rest of us outweighed you, Seat 21A. I pity you for your sour outlook. I pray for you that you are so smothered in other people’s graciousness that your selfish heart is cracked. Hopefully, the next time you have a chance to show grace and patience, you will.

This one is for you Delta Seat 21A.

 

Family · Parenting · Perspective

Fire – Home Alone Style

giphy4En Fuego. Seriously. It’s like we are living like we are on fire around here. It’s not pretty. Not the kind of nice little fire pit flame or the warm happy tables with flaming pots you find in fondue restaurants.

giphy5It’s more like this.

I knew we’d been feeling the heat for awhile. Juggling sick kids. Sick adults. A tonsillectomy. School. Birthday treats. Cleaning out and donating an entire carload of clothes that are too small for my fast growing kids. An upcoming dance recital. Busy season at work – only it has continued an extra two months at this point. A new volunteer position. 90% good things!

However, the poo hit the fan this weekend when I realized that I can’t locate my son’s birth certificate. I found out a few months ago that I had “misplaced” his social security card at some point in all our home renovations… but I didn’t know I couldn’t find his birth certificate. The all-important certificate is necessary for him to be allowed to play baseball this spring.

giphy6At our Sunday afternoon parents’ meeting, the mom organizing the coaches and kids announced that she wants a copy of the certificate by next Sunday. Apparently all the other parents actually KNOW where their children’s important documents are and many had actually brought the birth certificate with them.

That’s right folks. It’s time to take away my “Mother of the Year” badge.  I guess you could if I’d ever been awarded one in the first place!

Which I haven’t.

For the record, I don’t really buy into that line of thinking. My kids are loved, cared for, provided for, and as safe as I can make them in this uncontrollable world.

I could have probably spent Saturday afternoon looking for the missing document. I didn’t. We played baseball out in our yard as a family. Then the kids helped me transplant the roses and live forevers from my winter garden location to their new homes in the beds next to the house. To finish the night, we all put on ever-stylish bowling shoes and enjoyed more time together at the local bowling alley.

It was a fun day. I regret nothing.

I should probably start looking for that birth certificate though… after work, dinner, and bedtime for the kids…

Much love — Jen

 

Side note — if you search giphy or google for fire images… WHOA. That’s some weird stuff for your Monday!

 

 

 

Family · Perspective

There’s a Blender in my Purse

giphy1Me. When my husband sprung it on me this morning: “We need to get to the office 30 minutes early. Let’s ride together.”

Ummm….. I haven’t brushed my hair or my teeth. I’m not wearing makeup. This will be a 10hr day at the office, so I need to pack a lunch or something edible.

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Has he prepped anything for the day? Men have it so simple. He’s dressed with shoes and wearing his coat to walk out the door. “Where are your keys?”

I slide the keys across the floor while I simultaneously shove an entire blender and a banana in my oversized purse.

“You can either wait by the door or out in the truck, but I’m going to need a couple more minutes!” Irritation…

He starts to tap his shoe on the floor and does that ‘I’m waiting for you body posture.’

giphy2At this point, I literally stick a full-size carton of almond milk in my backpack. Running into the bathroom, I swipe my small makeup bag off the counter onto the carton of almond milk. Jogging back to the kitchen to pick up my oversized purse, I tell him to move it. “Let’s go!”

Five minutes and we are out the door. Man is he lucky that I love him or this might be tomorrow morning….

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Fitness · Health · Perspective

Triathlon

Swim. Run. Bike.

A couple of weeks ago, I completed my second indoor sprint triathlon.

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300m lap swim- this is actually only 6 down and backs in our local Wellness Center’s pool. 78 laps done in the previous weeks before I completely fried my hair with the chlorine and purchased a swim cap. Pink swim goggles and my navy one-piece- I felt pretty official! I managed to cut 1.5 minutes off my previous race time in swimming.

2mile run- Running is my jam. I like to get into a rhythm and just go for miles. However… sprinting is NOT my jam. Nerve pain and numbness in my leg plagued me most of the winter. My mileage was dialed way back. I didn’t expect the time to be good. Vomit was close to erupting, but I beat my previous two mile triathlon sprint by about 20seconds.

12mile bike- After the fall sprint tri, the organizer decided to add 4 miles to the challenge. My spinning seat wasn’t set correctly… my fault. Shredded legs and a little rub discomfort. About 2:10/mile.

Overall, I took 3rd female. I thought I would feel proud of my physical accomplishment.

Upon reflection, all I felt was humbled. Two days before this, I laid in the tube for two and a half hours. My annual MRI: brain and thoracic spine, with and without contrast- a yearly peek into my neurological system.

All stable. Nothing new. I’d have loved to hear that my lesions miraculously healed themselves. Same white dots in the same spots.

Randomly, I’ll have weird nerve and muscle symptoms. For years, I thought everybody did. Apparently not. MS does odd things.

Have you ever considered how fortunate you are to have working legs, fingers that feel, and a spine that doesn’t “buzz?” This isn’t for sympathy. These truly were not situations that I’d considered prior to about four years ago.

Humbled to be able to swim. Amazed at running. Grateful for biking.

 

Creativity · Family · Perspective

Grasp – Free Fall

via Daily Prompt: Grasp

Some mornings just need a moment to fall into place. I’m not grasping life by the horns today. That was yesterday’s chaos. Let the chips fall where they may!

My desk is fully visible, sans the mountains tackled yesterday. My to-do list is relatively short.

Instead, I’m choosing to sit back in my desk chair and listen to some acoustic John Mayer.

 

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Tom Petty original was a favorite song to sing along to in the car on the way to high school with my sister.

 

Early morning devotions. Kids dressed and off to school. Connection with my husband. 10min FitSugar abs workout. My gallon jug of water and a bag of snap peas prepped for snacking at my desk. Mascara and lip gloss applied. Quick drive to work.

Ready. Set. Go.

Grasping life as it comes, but taking a moment to sing a classic.

Isn’t it all about balance? The push vs. the pull? Catch and release? The firm hold and the free falling moment?

Grasp. Free Fall.

 

Faith · Family · Parenting · Perspective

Family Hike

Today we walked away from it all. The piles of laundry, unwashed dishes, shoes scattered across the mud room floor, and the business phone- we just walked away.

It was glorious.

For 1.5 hours, we hiked a nearby pasture. Up the hills and down the draws, my husband, kids and I walked the deer paths. High up in a tree herons were nesting. The wild turkeys and owls made their presence known.

Paying special attention to avoid the honey locust trees, we found a grove of walnuts. The kids collected turkey feathers. The big prize would have been deer antler sheds, but we didn’t find any.

Crossing the creek multiple times, we either walked a natural log jam or found a fallen tree to place across the shallow water. I can firmly say that none of us will be tightrope stars.

My phone came out once to take one picture. Neither my husband or kids know I took a snapshot of this moment. It was a joyous reprieve from connectivity. No service meant no intrusions into our family time.

Be still and know. Nature has a way of cleansing the mind and opening the soul.

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