Rambo's Rampages...

It's the same every year. At least it feels the same.  Bidding good riddance to the past year. Don't let the door hit you in the you-know-what. Bigger and better things are in store for me (hopefully). Then those promise filled days turn into frustrating weeks  and disappointing months and depressing seasons. And those bigger and better things never come. And this time you're telling the year to kiss you in the you-know-what. Forget the door, you'll take care of it yourself.  And the cycle continues. And I know that I'm just this jar of clay. This breakable, fragile, jar of mud. But aren't I supposed to be filled with this.... treasure ? This intangible, sustainable, fulfilling treasure? Because it doesn't feel like it most of the time. I don't feel treasure-filled. My jar is doubts and depression and anxiety and all that stuff I thought was supposed to be worked out in college like self esteem and insecurities. I...

It's been a while. I apologize. I'm sure this season has been busy for all of us and the time to sit down and type a few things... well, it never presented itself. I had all these ideas of grandeur of getting the house put together and all those little chores that never get done on the regular were going to be fulfilled and.... yeah, that didn't happen. The first two days of our Christmas vacation were great. Junk drawer cleaned, laundry DONE, shoe bins cleaned up and organized, etc. Now we are down to our last week of no school and all that has to be redone including all of the normal stuff that has been put off and all those new wonderful toys to be put away... somewhere....  I guess I should start by saying that we celebrated Theodore's 3rd birthday!!! And by 'celebrate' I mean we all said "happy birthday". No party, no cake, no presents. I don't mean to sound heartless, but it just wasn't happening this year. He didn't know, people, o...

...to be busy. Wait, that's not right. ...to be stressed?  This Christmas season is so short. I feel like I've been going since the day before Thanksgiving and I haven't stopped yet. And these stinking nurses are about to ruin my Christmas spirit.  Could I share a short and sweet nursing story with you? Okay, well I would if I had one. But, lo and behold, I don't. Surprise, surprise. You don't have to feel obligated to read, you really don't. But these stories just keep getting more and more unbelievable that it's hard not to share out of sheer amazement. One of our wonderful consistent nurses (we have 2 wonderful consistent nurses) is on vacay. Not really - she's on a mission's trip to Nigeria, but whatever. (If its not your home I consider it vacation unless you're on active duty. That's just the way it is.) She is out until the end of January which I'm sure I have shared in prior posts. I think. Anyway, she is gone. Which leave...

I had a thought just occur to me as I sat eating my Fruit Loops (yes, 'breakfast' at 11:45). I wish now that I hadn't thought it. It's one of THOSE thoughts, you know. The kind that should be welcomed but instead makes you uncomfortable and frustrated that you even had it. Because now that you've had it your only choice is to abide by it. I suppose you could ignore it, but that would only bring guilt and that nagging feeling every time you did.  Ugh. I hate those 'self improvement' thoughts.   First of all, you can thank my kids for this thought because every day - EVERY DAY- they complain about having to unload the dishwasher. It never fails. And every day it takes them about 3.5 minutes. They complain longer than it takes them to do the task they're complaining about. And what do I say??? "It didn't even take you 5 minutes!" BOOM. Conviction like woah.  **I really shouldn't complain about anything that takes less than 5 minute...

You're doing it wrong. Theodore has officially broken his bouncer. Bro-ken. The actual gears (or whatever) have been stripped (or whatever). Look, I'm not an engineer, okay. Basically, it doesn't work. But it's the only one we have so he still sits in it, climbs in it, lays his head in it.... And you should see him put himself to sleep in it. He's so peaceful when he sleeps, but getting there is the exact opposite. He sits forward as far as he can and literally throws himself against the back. You'd think it would hurt his head but he will do this over and over again until he just passes out. Actually... now this has me wondering if he is, indeed, passing out or just 'passing out'. Hmmmmmm. Maybe I shouldn't let him do that any longer... Whatever. It keeps the peace.  

This little booger butt has learned a new skill. When I saw it I said, "Yay!" and "Oh no!" at the same time. He can climb onto the couch. Or the ottoman. Or the loveseat. Or anything that is that height.  He cannot get down carefully on his own.  This is going to be interesting.  My heart is so happy but my mind is thinking "How in the world am I going to keep up with this???" He also has a new favorite game: open and shut momma's mouth. He will do this forever if I let him. It's adorable. If I want to keep him off the furniture I can let him play this game, but neither of those options get anything else done in the house. Haha.  Pray for us. :)