Sunday, March 29, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
LETTER FROM THE BOSS
"As the CEO of this organization, I have resigned myself to the fact that Barrack Obama is our President, and that our taxes, and government fees will increase in a BIG way. To compensate for these increases, our prices would have to increase by about 10%. Since we cannot increase our prices right now due to the dismal state of the economy, we will have to lay off six of our employees instead.
This has really been bothering me, since I believe we are family here and I didn't know how to choose who would have to go. So, this is what I did. I walked through our parking lot and found six Obama bumper stickers on our employees' cars and have decided these folks will be the ones to let go. I can't think of a more fair way to approach this problem. They voted for change; I gave it to them.
I will see the rest of you at the annual company picnic."
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Today we are going to add a new habit to our before bed routine. Tonight before you hop in bed, pick out what clothes you are going to wear tomorrow. Lay them on a chair, on a shelf or hook in the bathroom or on a hanger on your closet door knob.
This will be tricky for me because I really really like my comfy jammies and sweats. I will try to pull together something that is both comfy and looks reasonable. We'll see how it goes. Oh and this lace up shoe thing? There are not cute shoes that lace up--other than my tennies. Tennies it is. But my sparkly silver flats are nice too. I like to wear them--but if I wear them all day, my feet get sticky and the bottom part where my foot goes starts to stick and come up from the shoe. It's annoying. But they are cute, so I guess I will deal with the sticky foot issue.
Monday, March 9, 2009
It is you who I have tried to keep shiny for weeks on end
in hopes that my household order would return.
It is you who handles the dirty dishes, hands and sometimes feet
that keep our house running.
It is you we run to when bottles need rinsing, pots need soaking,
or owies need cleaning.
It is you who provides the moisture with which we clean the
children's faces after meals.
It is you over whom many a dish has been washed while mommy sheds a weary mommy tear
or while mommy giggles watching the kiddos wrestling in the living room.
You are my constant source of comfort and without you I am lost.
It has taken this mishap to make me appreciate you.
Will you please unclog yourself sweet sink
so that life may return to normal?
Friday, March 6, 2009
And finally, I found this broccoli salad mix in a bag at Costco. It serves 10---or me. I added a can of salmon for Omega-3's and it was sooooo delicious. It has bacon bits and little crunchies and a delicious (I'm sure fattening) dressing and cranberries...oooo it is soo good. Did I mention it was good? And it has to be better for me than chocolate cake I'm thinking.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Day Five entails: Getting Dressed to lace up shoes- Keeping our sink shining--Reading 2 minutes of Reminders- Looking at our posted reminders in the kitchen and bathroom--AND
Every time a negative thought about yourself comes into your head, counterract it by telling yourself positive things instead. This will be a challenge for me since I naturally tend toward self criticism, but I'm gonna try it--and BE SUCCESSFUL DARNIT!!
Kelly's mission today is something I have needed to do for a loooong time...clean the walls in the dining room. Wyatt flings a lot of nastiness around the kitchen during mealtime, especially if I leave him in his seat while I check my email! LOL!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Each morning, with MANY exceptions, I talk to the kids about our city, our state, our nation, our world, our family, and our neighborhood. Lately, we sing God Bless America and do the Pledge of Allegiance to my makeshift "flag" in the kitchen over our breakfast table. We also talk about the president of the United States and his "helper" Joseph Biden. While Kya plays sometimes she talks about these people, commenting about what they might be doing during the day. She was talking about them while playing in the mud today. Here's what I caught.
Day Four: Write these things down. On a sticky note, write down those three things that we've been praticing and stick them up on your bathroom mirror and over your sink. This will be the beginning of your control journal.
I am feeling overwhelmed right now...with life, sickness, kids, obligations, so I am trying my best to stick to these things because their promise of leading to order in my life is golden right now. I am clinging to it as I wallow in my self pity.
I know that before I am ready these kids will be big and old and not need me one little bit, but right now, I feel like I am failing them all individually because they each need me soooooo much allll the time. I cannot help Kya with her need for cuddling and learning time because I am scared for the safety of Wyatt, for whom there is no safe place in the house right now. I cannot give Wyatt my undivided attention and discipline because I am nursing Caden, preparing the next meal, cleaning up from the last meal, and generally trying to keep the house in some sort of order so we can function (do not read this as me trying to keep the house "clean"--that is not going to happen and I know that.) I cannot nurse my sweet baby Caden long enough, often enough, or calmly enough because the other kiddos need something most of the time. And he is congested again with green snot, which makes me worry.
I do not DO NOT DO NOT regret having three kids so close in age. I still think it is the best decision we have ever made. I cannot imagine life without any of them. And I believe they will be closer and better for it ultimately, but right now, I am exhausted and feel like a failure a lot.
I am really hoping that getting a routine and Fly Lady/Babywise schedules down to a science will
help everyone feel better. I love my kids more than I ever thought humanly imaginable and I really just want to be completely present for them.
Oh, and then there's my husband, who gets third, fourth, sometimes fifth priority, and ALLLL the unloading at the end of the day. I love you and thank you for your patience. YOU are my hero. I couldn't go on without you.