Missouri is very bi-polar in the winter. Several weeks ago I was driving kids around to their various activities and had the windows rolled down because it was 71 degrees still at 5:00 pm. The next morning I was driving Brevan to school when it was 14 degrees.
I attended all the kid's Valentine parties. I'm never able to help much with their parties because I try to make the rounds and see each of them. I love spending time in the schools and being able to see my kids in their school environment. I'm excited to have more time to devote to volunteering in their schools next year.
Brynlie made a new friend this year, Gillian Robson. She's a darling girl and I'm so glad Brynlie is happier at school now.
Logan was super cute at his preschool Valentine party. As I was typing that sentence, tears fell from my eyes. I'm down to 6 months before all my babies are going to be in school full-time. I'm not struggling so much with an identity crisis. Instead of stressing about what I want to do with my life next year, I've received inspiration to be patient and happy with each stage. For the past year I have constantly changed my plans as I worried about doing the "right" thing next year. Now I have no plan whatsoever and I'm not stressed. Go figure, but that's the answer I've received through prayer. I just hate how fast my kids are growing up, and it seems like once they are in school full-time the years fly by and suddenly I'm counting the years until they leave my house. I hate it. I think I'm pretty good at giving my kids roots, but I'm struggling to give them wings. Oh dear, more tears.
Moving on, Lindsey's basketball season ended yesterday. Ryan helped coach her again this year, but she is burned out on contact sports and wants to take a break. She is enrolling in gymnastics and has chosen to skip soccer season in the spring. By the way, she made this basket after I took the shot! The 8-year-olds get to stand at this spot to shoot free-throws.
A few inappropriate words flew out of my mouth the other night as I was taking dinner to Jill's family. As I made a turn in the road, I heard a loud "pop" and then a swishing sound as all the homemade potato soup spilled. I gave them the soup we had made for our dinner and we ate frozen pizza instead! This was the same day the strong winds outside caused the trunk door on my van to slam down on my head while I was loading groceries. I was more than ready for bed that night (after shampooing the seat and carpets in the van)!
A huge storm came through Missouri last Thursday, which dumped almost a foot of snow. School was cancelled on both Thursday and Friday, so I put my little slaves to work around the house. Now there is another storm coming in tomorrow evening, so the weatherman is guessing school will be closed on Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm getting a little tired of the white stuff, since the van got stuck in it a couple times this weekend.
While the kids played in the snow on Thursday, I painted the kitchen. Again. For the third time. I'm afraid to admit that I still don't love the color, but I refuse to paint those walls again, so the color is going to stay. I like the lighter color on the walls, but now the paint color turned out too blue. My family got very tired of me trying out every paint sample at Benjamin Moore and Sherwin Williams. My walls were covered in white posterboard with paint samples for weeks.
The snow day was perfect for painting, because I couldn't have gone anywhere even if I wanted to. I actually get quite excited to paint because I get to be uplifted by Conference messages on the iPad without many interruptions from the kids.
After I finished the painting, I put up these large vinyl words I bought a couple years ago. I've always wanted to have this saying in my home, because it is a direct quote from my Patriarchal Blessing, which is a priesthood blessing I received that gave me direct guidance from our Heavenly Father for my entire mortal experience. I fail most days at making my home a refuge, but the reminder on my wall shows my desire to make my home a constant place of peace.
Ryan and I celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary this past week. We had just gone out a couple times for my birthday and Valentines Day, so we took the kids with us to dinner. I can't believe we've been together for 17 years and married for 16!
Brevan attended his first church dance, and actually enjoyed it. I cried the whole way home after dropping him off. I'm just so proud of him and the choices he makes in his life.
The exercise and healthy living is going very well. I've lost 5 pounds and feel great about my success. I love the feeling of having more stamina when I exercise. It takes me by surprise every time when I'm able to push myself harder.
Hopefully the kids attend school tomorrow so I can get a few things done before they are all home again for Snowpocalyse Part Two.
1 comment:
I don't even remember coming to your apartment and having it be a mess.
This is my first year with my kids gone all day and it has been hard. There are days I love it but a lot of the time I just feel kinda lost and like I don't fit in anywhere. Not sure that makes any sense but it is just a weird feeling. I think I will get used to it but some days are hard. It is fun being able to help in their classrooms more though.
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