Today during nap time I painted the bathroom with Kilz. I'm getting really excited about seeing the final result of a beautiful makeover. On Sunday, Hubs and I picked up new towels, wash cloths, and bath mats to go with our new color. I'm planning to make a shower curtain for our oddly oversized shower that, apparently, they do not make shower curtains for!
I feel like Superwoman today. Little girl has a cold, and somehow I still managed to pamper her, shower her with kisses, and be productive. It's a good day!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
saturday
Last night I came down with the cleaning bug. I had been meaning to do all of this for a while, combination of soon-to-be crawler and Hubs who has recently developed allergies to... well, just about everything, has given me the incentive to clean my house very thoroughly. I started the project yesterday afternoon while Lucy was down for nap, and last night after she went to bed I finished. Scrubbed the floors, the walls, the bathroom, chairs, couch, dog, everything!
Hubs had to work last night and didn't get home until almost 11pm. So I turned on the Olympic opening ceremony and spent that time tearing the house and putting it back together - much cleaner than it came apart. Today I woke up sore, tired, and very pleased with myself.
Today Hubs went back to work, all day presbytery meeting, and Lucy and I set out for Sears and BJ's to get paint chips and do the quarterly stock up on essentials. We made it to Sears. A few paint chips later, Mommy realized how sore and tired she really was, and the bitter cold wind wasn't making it any better. So home we came, where I succeeded in tearing all of the wallpaper off of the bathroom walls (to make way for the paint I picked out today!), and then collapsed on the couch to play video games while Lucy napped and Murry laid on my feet.
Hubs came home and is now fixing supper while Lucy scoots around on the floor. It's a good day.
Hubs had to work last night and didn't get home until almost 11pm. So I turned on the Olympic opening ceremony and spent that time tearing the house and putting it back together - much cleaner than it came apart. Today I woke up sore, tired, and very pleased with myself.
Today Hubs went back to work, all day presbytery meeting, and Lucy and I set out for Sears and BJ's to get paint chips and do the quarterly stock up on essentials. We made it to Sears. A few paint chips later, Mommy realized how sore and tired she really was, and the bitter cold wind wasn't making it any better. So home we came, where I succeeded in tearing all of the wallpaper off of the bathroom walls (to make way for the paint I picked out today!), and then collapsed on the couch to play video games while Lucy napped and Murry laid on my feet.
Hubs came home and is now fixing supper while Lucy scoots around on the floor. It's a good day.
Friday, February 12, 2010
thaw
The sun came out today, and so did we! Lucy and I ventured out to Target, more on a mission to no longer be cooped up in our snow encased house than for necessity. I strapped Lucy into her carseat, and she immediately started squealing and kicking. Apparently she was feeling as stir-crazy as I was!
A few Valentine "happies" for Hubs and some baby food later, we were back home in time for lunch and nap. I'm looking forward to spring when the weather allows for going out without twenty layers of clothes for both of us that takes 4 hours just to get ready to head out the door!
A few Valentine "happies" for Hubs and some baby food later, we were back home in time for lunch and nap. I'm looking forward to spring when the weather allows for going out without twenty layers of clothes for both of us that takes 4 hours just to get ready to head out the door!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
soreness
I woke up stiff and tired this morning. Maybe shoveling 2 feet of snow took it out of me yesterday! So I made some packaged cinnamon rolls for breakfast, started the laundry back up after yesterday's hiatus, fed Lucy her pears, and officially began my day.
Lately I feel like I'm learning how to run marathons when I'm accustomed to sprinting. For the last 10 years of my life (maybe more), I've been functioning on the semester schedule. College, seminary, even Hubs' job runs on semesters. Work has always seemed easier when I was working toward a short-term goal. "I can make it to December," or "The summer is just around the corner," and, "Sleep will happen when the classes are over..." etc. But now I wake up every morning and realize that each day, no matter the season, no matter the date, is pretty much just the same as the last. My work is just as (if not more) valuable as it was during the past years, but it just doesn't have an end date or an off time. It feels as if there is nothing to really look forward to except more of the monotony.
I pray in the months and years to come that God will continue to teach me the value in my daily life, the joy in being able to teach and encourage my beautiful daughter and any brothers and sisters that He may have in store for us.
Lately I feel like I'm learning how to run marathons when I'm accustomed to sprinting. For the last 10 years of my life (maybe more), I've been functioning on the semester schedule. College, seminary, even Hubs' job runs on semesters. Work has always seemed easier when I was working toward a short-term goal. "I can make it to December," or "The summer is just around the corner," and, "Sleep will happen when the classes are over..." etc. But now I wake up every morning and realize that each day, no matter the season, no matter the date, is pretty much just the same as the last. My work is just as (if not more) valuable as it was during the past years, but it just doesn't have an end date or an off time. It feels as if there is nothing to really look forward to except more of the monotony.
I pray in the months and years to come that God will continue to teach me the value in my daily life, the joy in being able to teach and encourage my beautiful daughter and any brothers and sisters that He may have in store for us.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
blizzard
"Husband," I said to Hubs from my post at the window this morning (that's how I address him when I'm feeling profound), "We're not in Texas anymore."
Tonight I got Lucy to bed, slipped the monitor receiver in my coat pocket, and Hubs and I went out to shovel the 20 inches of snow. With help from our awesome neighbors, we were done in an hour.
Tomorrow Hubs is back to work and I'm back to laundry and cleaning, but everybody enjoys a good snow day now and then.
Tonight I got Lucy to bed, slipped the monitor receiver in my coat pocket, and Hubs and I went out to shovel the 20 inches of snow. With help from our awesome neighbors, we were done in an hour.
Tomorrow Hubs is back to work and I'm back to laundry and cleaning, but everybody enjoys a good snow day now and then.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
monotony
I'm learning to be content with the monotony of home life. I know that my life has value, but at times when I'm up to my elbows in poop on one end and mushy pears on the other, I tend to lose sight of that value.
Sometimes I think that if I wash the same boxers, t-shirts and sticky bibs one more week in the laundry, my washer really will explode. Wash the dog, the dishes, the clothes, the floor... and then start it all again as soon as (and sometimes before!) it's done. I look forward to Lucy's naps not for the break it affords anymore, but as a solid chunk of productive time where I can truly work hard on this house with no interruptions. I love my little chunky monkey, but I do get tired of the whining and scooting off the blanket and pooping and just fussing to be cuddled when I'm in the middle of something "important."
I do believe that time with my daughter is very important, but how do I learn to prioritize that into my busy days?
Sometimes I think that if I wash the same boxers, t-shirts and sticky bibs one more week in the laundry, my washer really will explode. Wash the dog, the dishes, the clothes, the floor... and then start it all again as soon as (and sometimes before!) it's done. I look forward to Lucy's naps not for the break it affords anymore, but as a solid chunk of productive time where I can truly work hard on this house with no interruptions. I love my little chunky monkey, but I do get tired of the whining and scooting off the blanket and pooping and just fussing to be cuddled when I'm in the middle of something "important."
I do believe that time with my daughter is very important, but how do I learn to prioritize that into my busy days?
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