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Monday, December 13, 2010
I Once Was Lost But Now Am Found
I thought the world would end. Yesterday I spent a good 78 minutes going through the files. I laughed, I cried. I sobbed when I finally finished without finding any of the kids' cards with the exception of Quin. I had been alone back by the computer and upon the conclusion of my search I walked into the living room, tears running down my face and said to Kirk, "They're gone!"
He, unaware of the angst that was taking place in the back room was surprised to say the least. I sobbed my way upstairs to take a shower because who doesn't like a good cry in the shower? It's my adult version of dramatic crying. Teenage version was always done in front of the bathroom mirror. It would always make me cry harder to see myself crying. And oh the raging hormones. I could be in there for an hour. Glad I've moved on to the shower thing. It's much more normal.
While I was crying in the shower I don't know WHAT MADE ME REMEMBER THEY ARE ALL IN THE BABY BOOKS! The only thing in Emmett's baby book as a matter of fact. I finished my cry, raced downstairs with a smile on my puffy face and ceremoniously ripped those books out of the bookshelves, tore them open and BOOM, pictures. Kirk was, to say the least, surprised. Again.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Religious Instruction Fail
This morning we were skipping church per our usual at this time. I was instead devoting my time to going through all of the file folders in my filing cabinet, especially the kids' since I was looking for their Christmas cards. And by "their Christmas cards" I mean the ones that I save for them each and every year with a lovely letter I write to them on the back telling them about their year and just basically how much they rock. This is the ONLY thing I do. I suck at baby books and I mentally pat myself on the back for keeping up with this ONE thing. Oh, also pictures, those are at least organized and BACKED UP praise the Lord into folders every month. I am awesome.
Evidently Emmett has been in the files because there are old LG&E bills in his folder, etc. AND ONLY QUIN'S CHRISTMAS CARDS. I feel sick to my stomach.
The funny thing is that I did them last year. But we moved. If I don't find them I will surely die.
Another funny thing is that isn't even what this blog was going to be about. When Quin and I were looking through his special stuff he found an envelope that was given to him by our old church when we had him dedicated to God which I don't even know how I feel about that anymore wow. On the envelope it says, "To be opened on your baptism".
Q says, "What is baptize?"
How do you explain that to a kid? Lucy knows because she has been in church with us and has seen them week after week. So I told him that it's when they dunk you under the water at church. He looked at me with an absolutely bewildered expression on his face, paused for about nine seconds and finally said, "You mean, like, in the TOILET?"
Evidently Emmett has been in the files because there are old LG&E bills in his folder, etc. AND ONLY QUIN'S CHRISTMAS CARDS. I feel sick to my stomach.
The funny thing is that I did them last year. But we moved. If I don't find them I will surely die.
Another funny thing is that isn't even what this blog was going to be about. When Quin and I were looking through his special stuff he found an envelope that was given to him by our old church when we had him dedicated to God which I don't even know how I feel about that anymore wow. On the envelope it says, "To be opened on your baptism".
Q says, "What is baptize?"
How do you explain that to a kid? Lucy knows because she has been in church with us and has seen them week after week. So I told him that it's when they dunk you under the water at church. He looked at me with an absolutely bewildered expression on his face, paused for about nine seconds and finally said, "You mean, like, in the TOILET?"
Monday, December 6, 2010
Day One - Something You Hate About Yourself
30 Days of Truth is an exercise on being honest with yourself and letting people in to witness the dialogue. For thirty days, write about one subject that forces you to be introspective. Dig deep.
Every time I decide to start blogging I sit here and can't think of a damn thing to say. I thought doing the 30 days thing might help me. Or not.
And the first one? Oh, SO great. Something I hate about myself. I immediately started thinking, "hmm, horribly disfigured c-section mangled stomach, NO, my fucking NOSE I HATE MY NOSE, no, what about my upper thighs".
I really was going back and forth between all of the physical things that I hate about my body. And then I thought, I actually really hate that the first thing I think of to hate is something body image related. How lame is that? So the thing that I hate about myself is how obsessed I am with what is on the outside. Because you know what? It doesn't seem to be getting any better and I am fairly confident it's only downhill from here so I am going to attempt to shift my focus to things that are more important. Like....hmmmm.
Every time I decide to start blogging I sit here and can't think of a damn thing to say. I thought doing the 30 days thing might help me. Or not.
And the first one? Oh, SO great. Something I hate about myself. I immediately started thinking, "hmm, horribly disfigured c-section mangled stomach, NO, my fucking NOSE I HATE MY NOSE, no, what about my upper thighs".
I really was going back and forth between all of the physical things that I hate about my body. And then I thought, I actually really hate that the first thing I think of to hate is something body image related. How lame is that? So the thing that I hate about myself is how obsessed I am with what is on the outside. Because you know what? It doesn't seem to be getting any better and I am fairly confident it's only downhill from here so I am going to attempt to shift my focus to things that are more important. Like....hmmmm.
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