I know I've been neglecting to post, and my guilt has started to creep up on me. I've been in a funk since my last post. I miss my husband and I'm just trying to get through life until he returns. My kids have decided to alter their bed times, so that really messes with my work schedule. I am usually very strict with their bed times, but it has become apparent that they needed to make a change that works better with their circadian rhythms. One I get my kids into bed, there are chores to do and I have to eat... by then I'm left with an hour or two before I have to hit the hay.
My day is now more peppered with work while child rearing, so I can sneak a little more work in rather than only working a couple hours a day. Hopefully soon I will have more stuff up in the store, so keep a look out!
What's on my needles: Chicken hats, ZOMG! Also, a custom project I can't talk about because it's a big secret! Also, more jewelry, and it has to do with roses!
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Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
You Wouldn't Believe Me If You Met Her
It's 1:15pm and I've just finished my fist meal of the day. I haven't even had my coffee yet! I crawled out of bed, did my customary weigh-in (let's be real, most of us do it!), did a quick grooming session and got to work. Today is Tuesday, and my son, the 2 year old, has speech therapy. This means that the state my house was in was simply unacceptable by my standards. I thought about having the coffee, so I got the coffee maker started up for some fresh brew.
Before that I had to make sure that my 4 year old was happy with her Sesame Street on. Then it was off to fix the kids breakfast, get my son out of bed and dressed, argue with the 4 year old about why a lid for her straw cup was appropriate and non-negotiable, organize toys, vacuum and scrub floors, explain to the 4 year old that the toys she has just strewn about was an affront to my cleanliness and that she should at least wait the standard 2 hours before making such a mess after her mother has just lovingly cleaned everything, fix the vacuum, switch to the next episode of Sesame Street, finish the vacuuming and then more arguing with the 4 year old about why I want her in regular clothes and not pajamas. At this point, she decides to just throw down and have a kicking and screaming fit.
The doorbell rings, I pop out to answer it and let the speech therapist in. I excuse myself and the little girl and suggest that she get dressed now that she sees that I wasn't making up the fact that we were going to have a visitor. Naturally, the 4 year old is perfectly behaved now that someone else is here, and is willing to dress in the original choice of outfit that I had suggested and she's been a perfect angel ever since. Brilliant.
Before that I had to make sure that my 4 year old was happy with her Sesame Street on. Then it was off to fix the kids breakfast, get my son out of bed and dressed, argue with the 4 year old about why a lid for her straw cup was appropriate and non-negotiable, organize toys, vacuum and scrub floors, explain to the 4 year old that the toys she has just strewn about was an affront to my cleanliness and that she should at least wait the standard 2 hours before making such a mess after her mother has just lovingly cleaned everything, fix the vacuum, switch to the next episode of Sesame Street, finish the vacuuming and then more arguing with the 4 year old about why I want her in regular clothes and not pajamas. At this point, she decides to just throw down and have a kicking and screaming fit.
The doorbell rings, I pop out to answer it and let the speech therapist in. I excuse myself and the little girl and suggest that she get dressed now that she sees that I wasn't making up the fact that we were going to have a visitor. Naturally, the 4 year old is perfectly behaved now that someone else is here, and is willing to dress in the original choice of outfit that I had suggested and she's been a perfect angel ever since. Brilliant.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
The Single Army Wife
Okay, so my husband is on a deployment. He's only been gone since the end of February, but we (the kids and I) really feel the fact that he's not here with us. Every day at dinner time, the kids can count on a Skype session with Daddy. It's so nice to see his face on a daily basis! For the most part, I've been dealing with things fairly well. You know, the running of the household, taking care of the children 24/7 AND trying to run my own business, which is new... and takes a lot of effort to get started.... Digressing!
Last night, I was hauling up the trash and recycle bins from the bottom of the driveway. The house was quiet and the kids were asleep. I checked the mail and there was a handwritten letter from my husband. Just when I was starting to have a lonely night, I received that lovely letter. It made my heart swell and brought tears to my eyes to read those words. I felt comforted and appreciated.
Non-military people have a tougher time understanding what we spouses go through during deployments. This one is only 6 months long, but during the WWI era and beyond, deployments could last years. Marriages would end over deployments that long!
All things considered, I have it good. My mini house tornadoes are happy, healthy and want for nothing. Once a month, I will drive up to see family in Pennsylvania (a 10 hour drive!) for a week for a really nice change of pace. My house isn't quite as clean as I prefer it at all times, but if it was, I wouldn't have any time for anything else anyway!
This morning I raise my mug of coffee to the deployed troops: may you stay safe and come home to your loved ones swiftly. And to the military spouses of the deployed: may you be just crazy enough to get the job done, but not so crazy that people start questioning your judgement! Thank you all for your service! Opa, Salud, Slainte, Kanpai and all that!
Alright, back to the "grind"... dishes to do and floors to clean. Maybe some laundry in between the constant requests for snacks and something to drink, of course! Oh, and if I'm lucky, maybe I'll get some "work" done, too, but it all has to be done in time for my Word of Warcraft raid with the husband tonight!
Do you think I'll get maybe most of that done? Priorities.... *sigh*
Last night, I was hauling up the trash and recycle bins from the bottom of the driveway. The house was quiet and the kids were asleep. I checked the mail and there was a handwritten letter from my husband. Just when I was starting to have a lonely night, I received that lovely letter. It made my heart swell and brought tears to my eyes to read those words. I felt comforted and appreciated.
Non-military people have a tougher time understanding what we spouses go through during deployments. This one is only 6 months long, but during the WWI era and beyond, deployments could last years. Marriages would end over deployments that long!
All things considered, I have it good. My mini house tornadoes are happy, healthy and want for nothing. Once a month, I will drive up to see family in Pennsylvania (a 10 hour drive!) for a week for a really nice change of pace. My house isn't quite as clean as I prefer it at all times, but if it was, I wouldn't have any time for anything else anyway!
This morning I raise my mug of coffee to the deployed troops: may you stay safe and come home to your loved ones swiftly. And to the military spouses of the deployed: may you be just crazy enough to get the job done, but not so crazy that people start questioning your judgement! Thank you all for your service! Opa, Salud, Slainte, Kanpai and all that!
Alright, back to the "grind"... dishes to do and floors to clean. Maybe some laundry in between the constant requests for snacks and something to drink, of course! Oh, and if I'm lucky, maybe I'll get some "work" done, too, but it all has to be done in time for my Word of Warcraft raid with the husband tonight!
Do you think I'll get maybe most of that done? Priorities.... *sigh*
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