Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Monday, February 28, 2011
A day in my life
Today I got up at 6:30 and read until 7. Started a load of laundry and then we had breakfast and I got Ethan out the door. Then I exercised for 35 minutes, then bathed all 3 girls. Then I put Jane down for her nap and I showered and got ready. Then I went to the chiropractor. Then I came home, made lunch and got Anna ready for school. Took Anna to school, then went to Costco to do my two week shop. Came home only to find someone parked in my driveway(we have a shared driveway with not only our attached neighbors but the house next door so there a lot of cars competing to get in and out) carried in the groceries. Put away the groceries and changed the laundry. Spent forever on the phone trying to contact my insurance company. Talked with a friend for awhile (the highlight of the day!) Then fed Jane and went to pick up Anna at school. Then picked up a neighbor boy I pick up on Mondays and took him home. Then I took the 3 girls to the local grocery store to pick up the items I can't get at Costco. Then went and picked up Ethan. Went to the bank to make but my pen wouldn't work to fill out my deposit slip and the line was way long being it was 4:50 pm by then so I just decided to come home and put away my second load of groceries for the day. Now the kids are doing homework and I still need to make dinner and get the kids to bed, oh and finish the laundry I started at 7 this morning! I didn't include in today's list the many times people told me "you look like you have your hands full" or when my grocery bag broke breaking my huge glass bottles of applesauce all over the parking lot right behind the wheel of my car. Not a bad day exactly, but if I had it my way I would be going to bed right now with a good book...oh and some chocolate!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Blah de blah blah blah
Boy am I feeling- yes you guessed it blah! Not down or sad, thank heavens, just bored out of my mind, days are grey, can't hardly stand it, blah! My kids are ornery, I'm more ornery and I just think that I might go crazy if it snows one more time, which it will cause the universe certainly has something against me. There are still heaps of snow in some places 12 ft high, and no I'm seriously not exaggerating. Most of the already narrow roads have so much snow on them that they are down to one lane and it's not fun.
The good news is that the other day I actually heard birds singing outside my kitchen window and it made my WHOLE day. I heard them again yesterday as I was lying in bed trying to get up and it just made me want to lie there all day and listen, just trying to convince my body that Spring will in fact come and not in 6 months, just a mere 6-8 weeks. I'm thinking this winter is going by as slowly as a throw up everyday kind of pregnancy.
I guess another good thing about January is that I lost 10 lbs. Count them 10! Then this weekend not only did I fall of the wagon, but fell off and was very rudely and abruptly run over by said wagon. Thankfully today, I have crept back on that ugly, ugly wagon.
Oh how I have coveted all people that are in possession of a garage, or a playroom, or an attic. We have certainly made use of our basement where the kids can ride their scooters around and be noisy. Not that they aren't noisy in the house. I think the noise and chaos in this house have reached a new level this winter. The only thing that brings me peace is knowing I am not alone. There are others out there that also want to pull their hair out strand by strand.
Punxsutawny Phil better be right in predicting an early Spring or things are gonna get ugly!
The good news is that the other day I actually heard birds singing outside my kitchen window and it made my WHOLE day. I heard them again yesterday as I was lying in bed trying to get up and it just made me want to lie there all day and listen, just trying to convince my body that Spring will in fact come and not in 6 months, just a mere 6-8 weeks. I'm thinking this winter is going by as slowly as a throw up everyday kind of pregnancy.
I guess another good thing about January is that I lost 10 lbs. Count them 10! Then this weekend not only did I fall of the wagon, but fell off and was very rudely and abruptly run over by said wagon. Thankfully today, I have crept back on that ugly, ugly wagon.
Oh how I have coveted all people that are in possession of a garage, or a playroom, or an attic. We have certainly made use of our basement where the kids can ride their scooters around and be noisy. Not that they aren't noisy in the house. I think the noise and chaos in this house have reached a new level this winter. The only thing that brings me peace is knowing I am not alone. There are others out there that also want to pull their hair out strand by strand.
Punxsutawny Phil better be right in predicting an early Spring or things are gonna get ugly!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
A Moment of Light
Today as I was sitting in church I had what I am going to call "A moment of light". It's where I very suddenly have a feeling that all is right in the world. Like I'm in the right place at the right time, and I feel completely content. I admit that moments like these do not happen often. Not to say I'm not happy and content, but from time to time I just have an overwhelming feeling of gratitude of where I am in my life right now and the experiences I'm having.
This moment happened today as I was listening to a woman in our ward who has a beautiful voice sing "Amazing Grace". I have honestly never heard more than just the first phrase of that song, and certainly never in a "Mormon church". Right before the song a woman spoke who is a recent convert to our church. She told of how she was raised a Roman Catholic and loved God and prayed for 9 years that she could be a nun. She would awaken early every single morning and go to church to take "the sacrament" all the while praying that she would be called to serve in God's church as a nun. Fast forward many years later and she is married and has a small son who is sick. A member of our church found her on her porch crying and gave her some words of comfort and a book of Mormon. This woman who's name is Linda began to read the Book of Mormon. When her husband found out he wasn't happy and so she stopped. Many years later her son is now older and begins to investigate our church. She said, "as any good mother would", she wanted to know what it was he was learning about. It was then that she also began taking the discussions. Linda was again given a Book of Mormon and after a short time asked to pray to see whether the book was true. She was still angry and upset with God that her prayer to become a nun had never come about even after many years of devoted prayer and worship. Because of this she was very hesitant to pray again for an answer when she had not received an answer she so desperately wanted years earlier. Linda finally did pray and felt an almost immediate and overwhelming response that The Book of Mormon was in fact true. She also very distinctly felt that all those years earlier she should have been asking what the Lord's will for her was, instead of telling him what she wanted to happen. Her son was first to be baptized, and then she also recently joined the church. This is one thing that I love about living here. I love hearing from people who are in the infancy of their church membership. I also love hearing people, rich and poor, bear strong testimonies of the gospel.
It was after hearing this woman bear her testimony and then hearing the beautiful musical number that I suddenly felt overwhelmingly grateful to be right where I was to experience two things that I never would have, had I not been sitting in church in New Jersey today.
Living here is a challenge, it's not convenient, people are not always "warm", everyone is always in a rush, there are too many people and it's difficult to navigate, it's very, very expensive, and everything is old. But for right now, I couldn't be happier or feel more right about where I am right now, today.
This moment happened today as I was listening to a woman in our ward who has a beautiful voice sing "Amazing Grace". I have honestly never heard more than just the first phrase of that song, and certainly never in a "Mormon church". Right before the song a woman spoke who is a recent convert to our church. She told of how she was raised a Roman Catholic and loved God and prayed for 9 years that she could be a nun. She would awaken early every single morning and go to church to take "the sacrament" all the while praying that she would be called to serve in God's church as a nun. Fast forward many years later and she is married and has a small son who is sick. A member of our church found her on her porch crying and gave her some words of comfort and a book of Mormon. This woman who's name is Linda began to read the Book of Mormon. When her husband found out he wasn't happy and so she stopped. Many years later her son is now older and begins to investigate our church. She said, "as any good mother would", she wanted to know what it was he was learning about. It was then that she also began taking the discussions. Linda was again given a Book of Mormon and after a short time asked to pray to see whether the book was true. She was still angry and upset with God that her prayer to become a nun had never come about even after many years of devoted prayer and worship. Because of this she was very hesitant to pray again for an answer when she had not received an answer she so desperately wanted years earlier. Linda finally did pray and felt an almost immediate and overwhelming response that The Book of Mormon was in fact true. She also very distinctly felt that all those years earlier she should have been asking what the Lord's will for her was, instead of telling him what she wanted to happen. Her son was first to be baptized, and then she also recently joined the church. This is one thing that I love about living here. I love hearing from people who are in the infancy of their church membership. I also love hearing people, rich and poor, bear strong testimonies of the gospel.
It was after hearing this woman bear her testimony and then hearing the beautiful musical number that I suddenly felt overwhelmingly grateful to be right where I was to experience two things that I never would have, had I not been sitting in church in New Jersey today.
Living here is a challenge, it's not convenient, people are not always "warm", everyone is always in a rush, there are too many people and it's difficult to navigate, it's very, very expensive, and everything is old. But for right now, I couldn't be happier or feel more right about where I am right now, today.
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