Monday, November 11, 2013

Sleepy time

It's at the darnedest moments I'm knocked upside the head by my blissful life:

 One of my boys, arms thrown wide and wild in sleep, realizes I'm there and mutters something to me. Slumber claimed him before he could tuck his book and glasses away.  He holds them out to me saying "my glasses, my glasses".  He knows even in the dark that I'm there. He knows I'm there and counts on me to care for him. He won't always rely so heavily.  But tonight, he does. 


Saturday, August 3, 2013

Ahh Mawage

     I remember before marriage.  I fantasized about the dream that it must obviously must be.  Falling asleep nestled in a downy bed, filled with sweet promises of a wonderful tomorrow, in the arms of the only man that you'll ever love; waking up and gazing at the face of your beloved, smiling at each other because, of course today will be just as bliss-filled as every other day that you've spent together.  A soft focus, sun-filled dream, everyday, and then you get married and realize it is a dream.  It's a dream written by Kafka.

    Because the bizarre nature of sharing your life with another person is kind of absurd.  You could even argue it's something like waking up, having been turned into a giant bug.  You're deciding that you'll, nearly every day, for the rest of your life, make a hang out date with the same person and at that hang out date, you'll clean their toilet and wash their dishes.  That's just silly.  My husband and I are definitely at the point in our relationship where all of fantasy has worn off and we have come to know each other in a way nobody else does, with all the ugly bumpy stuff and everything.  We will be celebrating our 11th year in October, and while we don't have the disfunction of a reality t.v. show, we do have some strange stuff happening.

    Today my husband walked in a room, opened a cupboard, and walked out.  I'm not making that up.  It happened.  He also went to the store to buy me a new toothbrush.  When he came home, he had 2 bunches of asparagus, sausage, greek yogurt, and no toothbrush.  This is just today that I'm talking about.  I'm not going to even give you an approximate count of how many times I've had to put the sprayer hose back in the sink.  It is maddening and befuddling, the whole experience of dealing with another person's quirks.  Thank goodness I don't have any.

     But this person who leaves cupboard doors open and carries wild life into your home does also make life amazingly interesting.  I can't imagine a better person to share inside jokes with because he gets it.  every time.  Another bonus is, he's pretty muscle-y, so having jars opened with him around is a cinch.  I can't tell if he knows all of the things that I find so fascinating and wonderful about him, but I promise, there are many.

    And that's what makes the bizarre venture one that I'm happy, and even excited to invest in.  The person that I made a hang out date with is so cool.  Yes, he is able to drive me to the absolute brink of stark-raving, foaming at the mouth anger with a single word.  But, he makes days seem more worthwhile and grounded.  I have the indulgence of a wildly funny, incredibly sensitive, but won't show their mushiness kind of person to curl up with and binge watch t.v. shows with every night.  I have a man who cares deeply about me, his family and people in general walk through the door at the end of a long day, and many of those evenings, make dinner.  It's a dream.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Friday, January 20, 2012

I thought I was going to write about my kids, turns out, I didn't...

It's not often I feel entirely in control of any given situation. Maybe my kids can sense that. Of course they can, they can sense when I'm going to get up to get something to eat, and they are suddenly ravenous. My inability to take control is most likely what undermines my authority. I just feel like, really? I'm supposed to know what to do here? I wore acid washed jeans and sprayed my hair with pretty much acetone WHILE IT WAS ON A CURLING IRON. I'm saying, I don't always think my judgement is the piercing weapon it should be.

Lucky for me I have sisters to defer to. Sisters are the BEST. Seriously. They have your set of collected experiences, but with their own abilities to guide them. Having a hard time picking a paint color? Call Kimberly. She knows what look you're going for without all of the crazy self-talk about what your husband might say when he sees it. Skidding in icy traffic? You better hope you have Ashley sitting in the passenger's seat. It's not that she can actually give you any driving tips (which is what you think you want), but she helps you laugh at yourself enough to know that, yeah, you do kind of know how to drive and maybe you should chill out. Get the three of us together and we are pretty unstoppable. Creative, practical and's like the perfect party planner, but a lot louder. Not that we are classic archetypes, we all have a little bit of each other so we are able to be empathetic to each other's needs.

Sisters like mine don't just happen. My parents have always stressed the importance of family, much to my chagrin during my formative years. But they knew what they were doing. They were building a really strong, solid base, for us to rely on.

I would guess the next time my children all look at me with their big, inquisitive eyes asking some obscure science question, the first thing out of my mouth will be "lets call Aunt Ashley and ask her". Because chances are, she's the one who put the science-y thoughts in their heads anyway.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Momma said there'd be days like this...

Ah yes, clearly the joy of Christmas is overwhelming! This wasn't today, but I think the mood is still there:)

Incidentally, it wasn't a dramatic kind of bad day. Just an aggravated, I seriously cannot believe this is really my life, I wish I was a better mom so my kids would listen to me kind of day. But you know what, I think I'm a work in progress, and so are my kids. I'm just glad God gave me so many little eye openers that help me realize how really blessed I am. I love my little goobers in a crazy way and I sometimes can't get over how funny, silly, thoughtful and charming they really are. Sometimes I'd like to get a gigantic roll of duct tape, tape them all face to face and let them figure out how to get along that way. But that would probably be frowned upon, so I'll table it for now.

Saturday, February 12, 2011


As I sit here on the morning of a VERY busy day, I sort of wish I could just stay in bed. It's not that I don't love all of the reasons I'm so busy. It's all good, happy, fun stuff: a fun Valentine's craft making party at church, play dates, an actual play (or musical if you you want to get technical). But the thing is, I miss having a weekend with nothing more pressing to do than decide which movie to watch next. I think I need to call a little weekend vacation for me and my family. The only problem is trying to figure out when it fits into our schedule.
I am grateful that I have so much in my life and I know someday I will miss all of the hustle and bustle. So I'll try my hardest not to think of my nice warm bed with my cozy warm comforter and all of the sleeping family (and friends) in my house. It might get a little tricky when I go outside to start my car though;)

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

I am the mother of boys...

My mom summed life in our house up pretty well when visiting over the weekend when she walked into the room holding a 2 liter bottle with 2 pop cans taped to it: "You never know what you are going to find in this house!!!" (clearly it was a rocket ship).

This morning, just made me giggle. I see all kinds of disgusting or weird or inventive things on a daily basis and normally I'm pretty unfazed by it. I think on a scale of disgusting, this ranks fairly low. However, the thought of him searching around for something to stick in his book to mark his place, leading to this, makes me smile:

Nothing says mark my place in Diary of a Wimpy kid like a dirty sock. Sawyer is a national treasure.