Happy 4th of July!
Happy Independence Day
Happy Celebration of National Freedom!
School ended a week ago, and I went on an awesome whirlwind of a trip, which I should totally blog about, but anyhoo. But Monday was the first day of a full week off school. That wasn’t involved in travel plans. So because I don’t think my daughter has had a completely cleaned room since 2014, I decided that had to be corrected.
Monday we woke up early and started. I didn’t even take before pictures, quite frankly, those would have completely embarrassed me. So I took a snap after we had moved her bed out of the room.
You can see how bad it was. I mean over the years she’s clean it, vacuum it, put away her clothes. It wasn’t’ like a cesspool of gross nasty things. But things dump. There were pens and pencils, game pieces, ponytail holders, notepads, and toys scattered about her room. Her room has never been the priority, due to the closing door, to keep prying eyes out. So. It always resided at the very bottom of my to-do list. )I know, Bad Mommy.(
So we completely emptied it. Every single item she owned came out of the bedroom. Making it the hot spot for play in the house. Oh, my children ran circles in the freedom of the empty room. They preferred it to the huge backyard they have, weirdos.
Once the room was empty, she and I got spray and towels and cleaned the walls, touched up paint and used the dust mop in all the corners and nooks. Washed the window. Got a new curtain, (well a friend is fixing it for me). We made sure that it was clean. Then she vacuumed. Then I vacuumed. She vacuumed again. Then I vacuumed again. Then the Rug Doctor came into the room. It took 16-18 gallons of water through the machine, but we got that carpet nice and shiny. It was laid in the house new in 2013 and only vacuumed to this point. But this isn’t the highly trafficked room that other rooms are. She mostly crashes in here at night. Though I don’t blame her, whenever she walks into her room, two brothers follow her.
You might ask, where all her stuff when while we made her room sparkling clean. …..
My living room took the hit. It wasn’t pretty. Or really walkable. But we dealt with it for a day and a half.
Once her carpet was dry, and I had a good night’s sleep we started sorting through her things. Dividing them into sections: keep, trash, yard sale, or relocate. And slowly but surely we got her belongings back where they belonged. Bagged the trashed. Boxed the yard sale stuff, ps I’m having a yard sale really soon. And put the toys that are no longer allowed in her big girl room, into the play room. I don’t think she and I have purged her stuff in a long time. We purged a bit in our big move in 2013, but that was four years ago.
Now her room is basically finished. We have to finish weeding out clothes miss, I’m all legs, has outgrown. We also need to add her bookshelf and books back into her room. Hang her photos and posters. But mostly it’s done. I have whined a lot about her this week. She’s been thoroughly frustrated with me. But it’s been a good hard week. Now that we are at the end of it. I’m really proud of all her hard work. She hasn’t really had a break yet. School ended, travel and now this. For her summer really hasn’t started. But I’m so glad that she worked so hard.
She’s growing so fast, that I’m hoping she’s going to learn how to take pride in her space, and that I never have to do this again. But that normally only truly comes with age. I’m really proud of her and can’t wait to see who she’ll become and what she’ll do. But I’m not in too much of a hurry. For now…
…that is all.
This is gonna be a short entry. Because quite frankly I don’t have a ton of time to lollygag on this post. In fact, right now I should be posting a devotional on my sister blog, Journey of Faith. (check it out in a few minutes) But I have to post because well, I am who I am, and I’m a posting Sam I am. (hehe)
I’m in a good mood, even though my body is screaming at me. For months, and I mean since March, I’ve been writing on my to-do list, to start running. This was something that I did back when I lived in Bowling Green. On Tuesday and Thursday before my class, after dropping Haylie off, I’d run this road that was behind our apartment building. It didn’t last long because I soon discovered I was pregnant with Lucas and was so sick, I couldn’t even walk it.
Anyway, the point is, today I finally got off my 40-pound butt (that is an inside joke, sorry) and ran this morning. I was breathing so heavy and my legs are aching, but I did it. I didn’t do good at all, .52 miles in 8 minutes. And most of that was just at a fast walking pace, but the point is, I did it. I didn’t just think about it. Which for me, is the biggest part.
But today, I did something.
And for me right now that is the most important things.
Now the plan is every morning that I put kiddo #2 on the bus for the summer program, I’m going to go for a run. Hopefully, by the time the summer program is over, it will be a habit and easier to do.
….that is all.
If I’m being honest with myself, here lately I’ve been feeling like I’ve been in a rut. It’s been on and off since the beginning of the new year. January was not pleasant. February was better, but March has been an emotional low for me. This low wasn’t a depression, just a lack of willpower. I didn’t do really anything other than what was expected of me. I’ve been sick and with the topsy-turvy weather, I just haven’t felt like me.
I’m sure I’m not the only one that the weather has played this game with. But I know for one, I’m sick of it. There isn’t a ton I can do about it. Since the weather is as the weather does. But I’m over it. I’m praying that since we are now in April the cold will stop a bit. But I’m so tired of feeling so low.
March is officially over, dead, gone, unlikely to return in this year. I’m letting that down and out, low, gross feeling die with it. Mind over matter isn’t that the saying.
As March fades from our minds so will the laziness feeling that has crept over my body. The lack of work, that has been plaguing me, will dissipate. I will be able to finally do my blog work, my columns, my coloring books. The things I call work that give me joy. The books I’ve left unread will be read this month. I’m done succumbing to my emotions, my feelings. I’m stronger than this. I’m done.
Tomorrow is April 3rd. The first Monday of the month. And I’m shaking the dust off, and starting a new path. It’s the only way to not waste this next month. The only way to get myself back to the point where I want to be. The only way to get my head un-fuzzed. It really is the only way. I have to shake myself and find myself again. To stop being so glum.
That is the plan. Now I only hope that I can hold true to the words I’ve placed down. Because as we all know plans have a way of going sideways. So we shall see.
and for now.
That is all.
I have had every opportunity today to conquer the world. I have had all day to do whatever I wanted, and today what I wanted was nothing.
I mean I should have cleaned, in fact, I had a hefty today list of cleaning and work that needed to be done. But I was exhausted. Mentally exhausted, physically exhausted, emotionally exhausted. It was the trifecta of tired. But I couldn’t waste the day. could I? It’s not in my nature to be just lazy. I have to do something. So I took the opportunity of nothing and decided to binge watch some TV. And do some sort of work. I used my excel spreadsheet and figured up how much money each parent owes me for girl scout cookies. I did a lot of correspondence via messaging online. But after that was all done, I colored. I know that sounds like I’m five, truthfully in some aspects I am, but it was fun.
My awesome husband got me a book for my birthday! So it’s fun to actually use it, along with my new cool markers. The world should have been conquered but it was good to be nice and lazy today. It’s been good to let the boys just play and watch some decent movies. It’s been good for me to not have to do work. I mean I did do some work, but it wasn’t like I was killing myself or adhering to a strict schedule. That in itself is good enough for me.
Though my free day must come to an end. I have to get off my butt and make supper. Which I’m not dreading, but I am not really wanting to do. Thus is life. Tomorrow it’s back to the norm, I have to the grocery shopping. Get things prepared as much as I can for the upcoming week.
Well, that’s my story for today. What is yours?
#that is all.
That is right, when I woke up this morning, it was a day that celebrates me being born. To mark another year on the third planet from the sun. I’m now thirty-one and it’s not a milestone birthday or anything. But it is my birthday.
As anyone does when they come to a change, there is a time for reflection. I like to reflect a lot. Here is what I think about the last year of my life. It was busy. When I turned thirty I thought that finally, I’m an adult. Which is really true. My twenties were spent trying to figure things out. And now that I’m thirty-one, I’m not sure if I have anything really figured out. But what I do know is that no matter how stressed out I get, life is really good.
Here is why my life is good. I am a child of the King. Thank God, Jesus died for me. I’m forgiven. That is the first reason my life is good. Then there are other things. I’m married to a wonderful man. He works hard to provide for our family. I have three kids whom I adore. They are definitely a handful, but I’m blessed to have them. I have a beautiful home. A great support system in my family. I have good friends. I have a wonderful church that I get to call home. I have things to do. I have awesome blogs (journey of faith, tv watcher, aosfans) that make me happy to work on. That have been getting really good feedback. (Well AOS and TV Watcher are)
So on my 31st birthday; I’ve decided I’m going to make a list in my new journal, of the top 31 things I want to do this upcoming year. I can’t wait to make this list…..
Life is good. I’m excited to see what 31 brings me.
and that is all.
Yes, I did. I finished the first book of 2017 and it wasn’t terrible. I have a Goodreads goal of reading 40 books this year, and I’m down to needing only 39 more. It’s a good feeling knocking that first one off the list.
While you can check out my Goodreads page to see my review, I decided to put it here as well. Every word for word.
The first book read: The Chemist by Stephenie Meyer
After many moments of not liking this story. I’m happy to report that I liked the way the story played out. There were a few things that made me crazy, i.e. the MC name changing frequently. While I understood it, it annoyed me. Also, feeling that the characters were too familiar to those of “Twilight.” Especially when it came to the love story.
Also, there were parts of the story, where it felt like it should have been a straightforward love story instead of this action/adventure love combo. For me, it felt as if these two stories should not have been mashed together, up until the end, when I was super happy with the way it had played out.
“The Chemist” had its good points as well. The last ten chapters, it was hard to put the book down. I became invested in the characters and needed to know their ending. I needed to know if the MC would be able to pull it all off since the skills and knowledge were not 100% the best. Old movies and books are where she had picked up her training in other matters. The epilogue really sealed the deal. I was satisfied with the ending of these characters. It felt natural to its conclusion.
At the end of the day, I would read this story again, while I’m not in love with it like I have been with other tales, it was good. I liked it.
that is all.