Brain Dump

1. Like a bazillion others, I have been watching the “zero tolerance” policy in action and feel sick to my stomach.  And angry.  I cannot mentally or emotionally go all the way to imagining how it would feel to have my kid(s) taken from me.  It is too much.  Trump is doing what he’s shown he will do from the beginning.  He doesn’t care about minority lives- I don’t think a single one of us should be surprised by this.  Yes, I know there is an EO in place now- but Trump will persevere in finding ways to do what he purposes to do.

My anger toward Trump is a safer emotion than imagining 2,300 kids being held in        warehouses and cages.  Or picturing that mom or dad who has no clue where their child is, or if he/she is coming back.   Lord have mercy.

2.  In light and fluffy fare, I painted the grout lines in my bathroom.  So bright!  So clean!  Behold, the before, during, and after.

I undertook this tedious task while my husband was away for five days.  I knew I needed a project to occupy me while we were all at home so I didn’t pass my time scrolling my phone and feeling, consequently, more tired.  It is nice to have a goal that shows itself off at the end.

3.  While I painted I listened to a few enneagram podcasts.  I was pushing back against my sloth tendencies.  Anyone recognize what number I might be?

4.  We have celebrated two birthdays!  Double digits and 6!

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Speaking of, I turn 40 in September.  This has brought up the topic of how one wants to celebrate such a milestone.  Some friends have a big party.  (No thank you.)  Some friends go on a big trip.  (Maybe).  My ideal is a handful of friends going away for a weekend.

What is your ideal 40th celebration?

 

 

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Brain Dump

When all else fails and I have not blogged in a while- there is always the brain dump.

The rarely seen (or taken) photo of just us


1.  How about this weather?  Mid-80’s for the high, in the middle of October.  WTH.  It seems I was premature on busting out the flannel sheets and down comforter a couple of weeks ago.  

The up side is that I got to go through my clothes and bag up a bunch of warm-weather stuff I didn’t wear much and pass it on elsewhere.  I am way into doing that sort of thing, as you may know.

2.  I’m back to a cash system for some of our budget areas.  Time to curb some of that impulse spending.  There is nothing like going back through my credit card statement and adding up all of those little purchases to the tune of hundreds of dollars for the month of September…  I am a pretty firm believer that knowledge is power, even if it made me slightly sick to my stomach to see the final tally.  

The ultimate side eye to the craw dad; camping 2016


I maintain that sometimes you gotta throw money at the problem, but this last stretch has gotten out of hand.  I withdrew cash for my personal spending, spending for the kids, and home purchases.  We have a debit account for our groceries, which keeps me on track with my spending there every month.  

3.  I read 11 books in September and have read 5 so far this month.  I read I Let You Go in a day, because I got all sucked in before realizing it was a suspense/thriller type book (never ever what I like to read).  But I had to know what happened!  Other notables: A Man Called Ove, The One in a Million Boy, Scary Close, Before We Visit the Goddess, and Love Warrior*.  All brought to you by your local public library.  Scary Close and Love Warrior are both memoirs and I liked a lot about both of them.  Hate to say it, but I didn’t actually LOVE Love Warrior.  Just liked it.  No offense, Oprah.  

*I am not linking to all of those titles on Amazon because I am lazy.  

Pretty into the pigtails these days


4.  A few other factors that have allowed for extra reading time: my rad husband took the three oldest kids on two separate camping trips.  I went to Bermuda with my dad, sister, and numero tres for four days (what is this life I am living?!?!) And I am mostly staying off Facebook during the weekdays.  (Here’s where I am embarrassed about how much time I have given over to Facebook, ESPECIALLY during election season.  That does not serve me well.) 

Bermuda was okay… If you go for that sort of thing…

Twinning with Poppies


5.  I have said something to this effect before, but I increasingly see life on the other side.  We are in the last stretch of diapers, nap times, 5 point harness car seats, and frantic bedtime searches for the lovey.  We are crossing over into more independence and into some headier parenting.  It’s not just kneeling down to break up a fight over a toy; it is also talking about anxiety and uncertain friendships and “I’m not sure I believe in God” sort of things.  It is bittersweet, for sure.  

My kids are extremely fun little humans and I am so thankful for our little crew here.  What a crazy gift (and responsibility) to be their mom. 

Life on our street. His name is Maestro, btw, and he pooped in our yard.

Brain Dump

1.  Writing again because my friend Carolyn remarked that she misses my blog posts and two people “liked” her comment so THE MASSES HAVE SPOKEN.

yup. riding an elephant.

2.  I was feeling frustrated by the mess in the playroom yesterday so I decided to get rid of 30 things today.  (Remember this challenge?) I started with two board games that my kids play once every six months, yet somehow the pieces end up strewn everywhere and in every room in the house.  Goodwill.  Plus 28 more things.  

3.  Here is life with four kids: We arrive at the pool.  One of the kids announces he feels sick.  Said kid pukes in his brothers’ brand new sand bucket.  (Fills it almost to the top.  So gross.)  Brother/bucket owner is, understandably, sad.  Maybe even a little distraught.  A friend watches the baby while I take Puker and Brother up to the bathroom to  dump out the puke and get Puker some water.  Fourth child wanders the pool grounds.   

We stay for two more hours.

Mom of four does not let a little thing like puke send her packing up those kids.  Do you know how much effort it takes to get four kids to the pool?  Mucho.  Puke and rally, kiddo!

(He was fiiiiine).

maybe taken on the puke day. i don’t even remember! because: four kids.


4.  Speaking of four kids, the end is nigh!  We are almost finished diapering baby butts!  Imagine how rough those cloth diapers look, then imagine them a little bit rougher.  They are threadbare and barely hanging on, but I am nothing if not committed.  

5.  Remember my meal plan?  Sometime in March I decided I could not eat another round of those meals again.  I have been looking for a few good recipes to start over with ever since.  I have a good number of meals in place, but I welcome any easy addition you can offer.  Bonus points if it is freezable.  

he packed his own bag for grandpa and grandma’s. included: puddle jumper (shown) and 7 pairs of underwear. not included: anything else.


6.  Summertime means a loose schedule around here.  Daily chores, daily devotions, daily activity, daily rest time.  Repeat repeat.  We are off to a good start.  Schedules don’t work for everyone, but they are my good friend for the long weeks of summer.  I post it on the fridge for all to reference and enjoy.  

What works for you in the summer?  Schedules or total go with the flow all day, every day?  And- any easy recipes I should try?