What I say and what I do....

I say I like to write. I have a blog. Do I write? No.

So how much do I really like it then if I don't often do it? Don't we end up doing what we really love to do?

I used to think that was the case.......that if you really loved something you would just do it. You wouldn't be able to help yourself. Like people who run and love it. I imagine that they wake up and just have to run 6 miles as much as someone else just has to wake up and take a shower or eat breakfast.

I'm reevaluating that theory. I don't know if it's true anymore. I'm starting to wonder if sometimes we can like doing something that is hard, or takes time or a certain kind of energy...and I'm wondering if just because you like something does it mean that you can't just coast into some kind of slump where the ordinary tasks of life just start to take over and eventually feed you some lie about how you must just like ordinary life better than the thing you might be drawn to. A lie about how you must not really like that thing anyway because if you really did you would just do it.

And I'll bet that the person who loves to run probably wouldn't mind sleeping in. And I'll bet it's hard sometimes to run 6 miles. And it certainly does take time and energy.

I started thinking about this today because several people commented about an article I wrote for our MOPS newsletter...and I remembered that I do like to write and that people have told me that they think I'm good at it. Then I sit down and look at the bookmark to my blog and I feel like I've neglected it too long and I wouldn't have enough time to really write something that anyone would care about reading....and it would just be easier to check my facebook page and see what everyone else is writing about. It's kind of equivalent to pulling the covers over my head instead of getting up and running.

I can't believe I'm using a running analogy. I can't even relate to it...I should check with someone who runs to verify if what I'm saying is even close to accurate. I won't though...I'll let someone call me out on it in their comments, if they so choose....

In the mean time, I've done it. It took time and a little bit of concentration to put down a few thoughts. But there it is. No big whoop. It's true, I do like it....I've said it and I've done it. I feel better now.

Are we "settled in" yet?

Gosh, I just looked at my blog and reread my post from 6 months ago. I promised to write again once we got settled in to our new place. I guess it has taken a really long time for that to happen...and even now I feel like this place, this stage of life is still new. So here's the story:

About six months ago we were looking pretty hard for a new, cheaper place to live. Turns out that when you have student loans as big as a mortgage payment it's actually impossible to pay a mortgage (or rent for that matter). So we thought we'd scale back and rent an apartment for awhile until we...I don't know...die. That's how it felt at least when we tried to even fathom how on earth we would crawl out of the hole we dug for ourselves.

In the mean time, Bo thought I should apply for a job he saw in the want ads for a Resident Manager position at an apartment complex. Initially I was very reluctant about the whole thing...mainly because I love being a stay-at-home mom and not having to figure out day care and all that goes into being a working mom. I just never thought I would be able to juggle both...and I like my kids too...even when they're making me crazy. However, we learned that there is such a thing as having the best of both worlds. The Resident Manager job is a work from home position. No day care. All the crazy. Perfect.

So I applied and they decided to take a chance on us. The packing and simplifying began. Moving from a 4 bedroom house with family room to a 2 bedroom, 1000 square foot apartment with a kitche-offi-dini-livingroom is no easy task. We participated in several garage sales (thank you girlfriends for letting me freeload and bring my junk to your garage sales) and got very acquainted with Craig's List. Purging feels good...especially those boxes that we moved all the way from Buffalo and never opened. (Sorry good friends and family who helped us move--we completely wasted your time and muscles on those boxes.)

What we didn't know is that the property that we moved to was...."in transition"....you could say. I have stories to share but will fast forward to present. To make a long story short, big mess, lots of vacancies, suspected drug dealer our closest neighbor, long hours, crazy kids, a pang of regret, a bucket of overwhelmed....is NOW...great community, full apartments, more balance, crazy kids (in school every day), no regrets. Love this job. There's hope for us. Our hole feels shallower now.

Phew!

So are we "settled in" yet? This is definitely home for now. I even put one of those sayings on the wall...like actually on the wall...not just on a sign that can be moved to the next place. It says, "We may not have it all together, but together we have it all!"

I think that about sums it up. We're together...(very close together in our kitche-offi-dini-livingroom I might add)...and that's amazing to me. God worked it all out. Thanks God.

On the Move....Again!

Some of you may already know that we are packing up to move again. This time we're not going so far...only 2 miles away, but still, moving is moving and it makes me a little crazy. At the same time, we have so much to be thankful for in this move. Yes, we are moving from a 4 bedroom house to a 2 bedroom apartment. Yes, we are giving up a fenced back yard and attached garage. I think I will miss a few things. But here just a few precious things that I won't have to miss:

• Snuggling with my kids on the couch when they first wake up in the morning while I finish my bible reading with a cup of coffee.
• Being the one to drop off and pick up Roy when he starts Kindergarten.
• Making homemade dinner so that we can eat at the table together every night.
• Watching the boys create a million little "dudes" and ships and whatever strikes their imagination with their million little legos.
• Answering 100,000 questions throughout the day...many of which I'd like to answer, "Because I said so," but instead I try to think of the reasons "Why."
  

I could add more, but I'm off to clean up the house to show it to new potential renters. I am looking at it with new eyes....eyes that ask, "Would I want to live here?" The answer to that question will forever be, "Sure, if I can get a cleaning lady!" Bo promises me that nothing will change when we move into smaller space even though I keep dreaming that it will somehow be "easier" to clean. I'll keep you posted on that.

And I'll tell you more about our new place and our new job (as Apartment Managers) when we get settled in.

Ta ta for now.

No Quick Fix

Why do I want the quick fix? Instantaneous results? Waiting for slow progress, or even answers, is painful. I don't like it. I feel frustrated.

Wait for the Lord
Be strong and take heart
Wait for the Lord
Psalm 27:14

No deep reflections today. No answers. Just more waiting.

One Day After No-Screen-Time Week

Did you know that last week (April 21st through 27th) was National Turn-off Week? It used to be called National Turn off the TV week, but that no longer puts a dent in our full on screen-addiction. So if you want to be hard-core you turn off all of your screens. Our family tries to observe this "holiday" each year and this year we also put the computer away complete with automated messages letting people know that we could not be reached via email.

That was the hardest part for me actually as I tend to habitually check my email as if something of grave importance might have come through in the past 20 minutes. It's totally ridiculous, I know now, since I went an entire week without checking and the world still turned. No one died as a result of my email neglect (that I know of), although several people were born and I went days without knowing it. I'm sure they won't remember that I didn't acknowledge their arrival within 20 minutes of the announcement.

All in all, it was a great week. I wasn't any more productive as a result of my free moments away from my email compulsion. That was rather a surprise. I kind of thought that I would be able to focus more on the gnawing tasks that I tend to procrastinate perpetually. I do, however, think that I was more present with my family and less distracted. When MJ wanted to do something together I could immediately look him in the eye and say, "Yes, let's do that," or "No, I don't care how bored we are with no TV, I will not play Monopoly!" (Just kidding, we really did play Monopoly last week, even though it takes forever!)

Today was our first day "back" in the real world, or the virtual world, however you want to look at it. The boys really wanted to watch Power Rangers episodes on You Tube this morning and then they pretty much played the rest of the day without incident. I let them do that while I plowed through the mass build up of emails that I missed and caught up on some stuff I needed to do online with my Usborne business. I probably said, "Just a minute," a few more times today than I had been. Old habits are hard to break.

I've had several people say to me, "Oh I could never do that." And a few people have said, "We don't watch that much TV so it wouldn't be that bad to give it up for a week." I say, "You'll never know until you try." You might find it to be a refreshing change or you might realize how hard it is to get any time alone without the one-eyed-babysitter. At the very least it can make you appreciate the good parts (like emailing to communicate to a group rather than having to make lots of phone calls--so much faster, especially when you're like me and have the knack for turning a 5 minute conversation into a 30 minute conversation--Bo is always amazed at how skillful I am at this!) and set tighter limits on the bad parts (like setting aside one or two times of the day to check email rather than obsessively clicking on the Inbox to see what's new).

If any of you have tried this, let me know. I'd love to hear your take on it!

A Little Reprieve

I just looked up the word reprieve in the dictionary to make sure that I've spelled it correctly and that it is truly the word I was looking for. I've just spent the last 24 hours sans kids and husband...free to do whatever I've wanted to do (which hasn't been much honestly). So after viewing the definition of reprieve I'm not exactly sure if it is the most accurate word to describe my short break from real life. It means, "the postponement of a punishment; temporary relief, as from pain."

Is that how I see my family? As punishment? As inflicting pain? If I'm being honest, maybe sometimes. I think calling them punishment might be more dramatic than necessary. And to be fair, they might deem their choice of a wife and mother as "punishment" on certain days. Pain might also be overstating it slightly. But, I think that it would be dishonest not to admit that maintaining a marriage and parenting children is hard. It's definitely an endeavor that takes more effort and energy than anything I've ever done. It is truly a humbling experience.

Not that I would trade it for anything!! And I have great hope that I will look back on this time fondly...mostly because old people are constantly telling me that these are the best years of my life. That's a sobering thought on those days I'm wishing away...looking forward to a more sane, less demanding season. I have a feeling those days aren't coming, at least not in the way I'm thinking of them. Tomorrow will bring troubles of its own.

So my day of reprieve was a brief calm in the storm and chaos that my 3 boys (husband included) bring to my life. My accomplishments included picking up some groceries, gassing up the car, getting a haircut (a scary blog for another day), taking a bath and reading a book I've had for a few years and hadn't gotten around to. My floors still need mopping and my office piles are still beckoning...but I took a reprieve from that form of punishment (yes, I do consider paperwork to be painful!). They will be here tomorrow and so will my family...and life will go on in all its chaos and wonderfulness and maybe I'll still finish my book...

I'm so naughty at you!

This is Shrek's new cute, funny saying. He means, of course, that he is angry at you, but his version of the expression is also usually equally true. You see, when he is angry at you, he is also very likely to do something naughty to you in response, which he learned from his older brother. MJ didn't need anyone to teach him how to retaliate...it came very naturally...so I suppose Shrek would have learned all on his own too. MJ is learning how to control his retaliation. Shrek will come along in his own time. He would probably be doing better if MJ didn't give him so many opportunities to practice...you can only take so much. I'm a younger sister so take it from me. (Although I'm fortunate that my older brother didn't make me too naughty at him.)

OK, I've got some angry/naughty feelings brewing in the next room...not to mention some potential danger. With boys there's usually danger.

Gotta run...