Tongue Tied

Another post I wrote about a week ago. I promise I'll get back to not whining soon. *********** Labor and delivery is not the greatest physical sacrifice a mother will endure. "Morning" sickness has it beaten by a mile. For at least twelve weeks, I can do nothing but exist and try (unsuccessfully) to keep the nausea under control. As a result, my life is dull, exhausting, depressing and bears little resemblance to my normal, every day existence. I miss... Being able to clean my house. Homeschooling Photography Getting groceries Cooking Playing with my kids Taking my kids places Going on dates Eating yummy food Getting ready to go somewhere in a reasonable amount of time Singing Writing Taking showers Driving Walking without gagging or nearly passing out. Enjoying anything My husband is doing a valiant job. On top of the academy and studying every night, he's making dinner, doing dishes, washing clothes, wrangling children and waiting on me. I'm so thankful for him

Here's a post I wrote at the beginning of January. Sorry for the long silence. *********** As I write this, I'm a little bit pregnant. Oh, joy. I know, I know. I shouldn't complain about the miracle of life. And don't get me wrong, even though it was a big surprise, I'm thrilled that #3 is on his or her way. Things 1&2 are proof that offspring are worth the misery of pregnancy. It's just that, being a little bit pregnant sucks. It's so bad. None of the symptoms are pleasant. And what's worse, it's too early to tell the world about it. I won't be able to post this for weeks yet, at least not until we have an ultra sound at my first appointment. The misery must remain silent! Except to my sisters and close friends, to whom I apply a generous amount of whining, knowing that they understand how I can be so miserable and so happy at the same time. I know there are women out there who have wonderful pregnancies, who never feel an ache or pain or t

When there is no motivation to write, I still must write. Something. Anything . Just write. So here ya go: 1. This house is messy. 2. I want to paint things. 3. I also want to throw everything away. I hate *stuff*. And this is a small house, so a little stuff feels like a lot of stuff. 4. Remember in the good ol ' days when the only hiatus shows took was in the summer? Of course, we got a lot more re-runs back then. And we couldn't watch shows online whenever we wanted. Okay, it's better now. 5. I'm ready for it to be spring now. 6. I'm getting really sick of political parties and all news surrounding them. 7. Seth has the day off on Monday. SCORE! So not used to that. 8. When I let the dog out yesterday, the wind caught the screen door and flung it open with such force that it partially ripped the door from the frame. I was like, really wind? That was unnecessary. 9. I'm enjoying all the really gross horror stories that Seth's instructors tell every day. Pe

"[Thing Two] does not like to obey." This was the welcome I received upon picking up my child from nursery awhile back. I walked into the room and was reaching for his coat. I hadn't said a word, hadn't asked a question. But there it was, hitting me in the face, and said with a surprising dose of sarcasm. Not the kind of sarcasm that's coated in a chuckle and a "that's how life is" spirit, but the other kind of sarcasm, the one that hints that I have a serious problem on my hands. It was one of those moments as a parent where a million responses and emotions flood through you in a split second. I stood there, stunned. I have never had a teacher speak to me about him before. It was his first Sunday in a new class. He'd just come from a nursery of two year olds, where playtime is the focus and there is little structure. Having turned three the week before, he got bumped up to the next room. I didn't say the thoughts that rolled through my hea

I'm going to make a statement. You all will probably at first agree with me. Talent and ability do not define greatness. I know you're all on board with that one. Here's another. Our personal preferences do not define greatness either. Let me explain. My dad (pot stirrer that he is) recently put up a facebook status saying how he didn't understand why so many Christians seem to revere John Lennon, when Lennon was a self proclaimed atheist, drug user, and adulterer, not to mention incredibly egocentric. There were something like 50 comments at last count. My dad's good like that. Some of the comments agreed. Some pointed out that there was nothing wrong with liking the Beatles. Some got a little defensive. But my dad's point got me thinking. He wasn't saying it was sin to appreciate musical talent. But when does that appreciation turn to reverence? When I was young, I very easily got wrapped up in a certain television show. My devotion went beyond entertainm

Because who needs all that pressure? Here are my resolutions that I will conquer with no trouble, and thus feel marvelous about myself. 1. Eat chocolate. 2. Read more. 3. Gain weight. (#1 will help) 4. Work the word " whatev " into my vocabulary more. 5. Be less organized. 6. Yell at my dog. 7. Enjoy music. 8. Flirt with my husband. 9. Avoid laundry. 10. Watch Fringe faithfully. Whew. I'm exhausted from all that effort. I've pretty much done my whole list today. I'm an overachiever. Gotta get back to gaining weight. Later, peeps.

So...... Here we are. This is the part where I'm supposed to write something engaging and witty. (crickets chirping) Not sure what to write about. I didn't write a flash fiction yesterday. FOR SHAME! My deepest apologies. Anything I would have written would have contained signs of exhaustion, like run on sentences and misspelled words. And we can't have that, can we? It's been pretty busy around here between Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve. I'm almost relieved that school and routine will start again on Monday. Almost. Seth's starting to get into the swing of the academy. The first couple of days were a bit overwhelming, but each day he comes home a little more comfortable. He's not too worried about any of the training, but slightly concerned about all the exams. He tends to be a worrier though. I've been helping him study the CPR book, and it just shows me how we are totally opposite in learning styles. I can read the book and look at the diagrams