sainthood already???

You know your day is going to be long when you walk out from your shower to find that the 2 yo had drank the bottle of holy water given to you from a trip to Rome, that evidently JP the Great blessed.

I’ve not noticed anything especially holy about this kid so far today. I was hoping for something. Especially good at nap time? I don’t know.

He DID keep his bib on and sit in the highchair today for lunch. Guess I’ll be happy for that…

Peace!

*yawn*

Wanna know pure frustration?

Baby awake.

Since 4.

Nursed.

Snuggled.

NOT. SLEEPY.

No batteries in the swing!

I’m sleepy………..

friends in high places

Today is St. Dymnpha’s feast day. I just found out. Or just realized, whatever. Anyway. It has been a particularlly rough day with the 5 yo. He’s done a fair amount of screaming and yelling. My nerves are completely shot. I want to crawl into bed and cry at this point. Really. Fast forward to a few minutes ago when I got an email that today was her feast day. She’s the patron saint of mental disorders, nervous disorders, mental patients and family happiness (huh, it’s not something you automatically put together, but once you think about it it makes sense!!) . So in my desperation when I am feeling drained and exhausted, St. Dymnpha, pray for us. Pray for my family that we can, in fact be happy together. Pray for my son that seems, at times, to be so tormented. Pray for his mother and father that they can more easily recognize what is best for him. Pray for his siblings that they may have patience and understanding towards him. Pray for him so he can be comforted.

Lord God, Who has graciously chosen Saint Dymphna to be the patroness of those afflicted with mental and nervous disorders, and has caused her to be an inspiration and a symbol of charity to the thousands who invoke her intercession, grant through the prayers of this pure, youthful martyr, relief and consolation to all who suffer from these disturbances, and especially to those for whom we now pray. (Here mention those for whom you wish to pray.)

We beg You to accept and grant the prayers of Saint Dymphna on our behalf. Grant to those we have particularly recommended patience in their sufferings and resignation to Your Divine Will. Fill them with hope and, if it is according to Your Divine Plan, bestow upon them the cure they so earnestly desire. Grant this through Christ Our Lord. Amen.

Peace.

baby steps

I am exhausted today.

Schooling has taken a backseat again this week. We’ll get back into it tomorrow. Today was a wash. We had dentist in the morning for the oldest and then lunch and off to an art class for the oldest 2. We made it home and I kicked the kiddos out and let em play. Mostly so I could have some quiet time, which I promptly filled on the phone.

Seems that when given the opportunity for silence, I still choose noise. Voices, laughter, anything but quiet. Hmmmm. Probably need to get on my knees for that one!!

I started Weight Watchers 2 mos ago and didn’t make it back to a single meeting (darn soccer!) . I’ve not lost any weight either. I VOW to go back tomorrow. The class meets at 5:30 (I think…) and I am THERE! My goal is to lose 5 pounds. When I’m done with that 5 I’ll set another goal. I think the short term is easier to deal with mentally than the big picture (where, realistically I should lose about 90). I seem to respond better to baby steps than anything (do you remember that movie YEARS ago, What About Bob? With Bill Murry? Mental patient and his relationship with the psychologist, “baby steps”, Ok, I’m digressing now.)

so here’s to baby steps and quiet times!!

eight

I’ve had brilliant ideas for posts, really I have.

However, my brain seems to have been hijacked by aliens and I seem to be pretty blank.

Boy #1 is turning 8 years old tomorrow! He’s so happy to be an even number. Funny the things that make us happy. To put the cherry on top he lost his FIRST, yep, FIRST tooth today!!! THAT’S exciting!!

drive by post

Nursing has been going well. Everything is leveling off nicely. I do think I might get a couple of bottles and a can of formula to use when I have EXACTLY one hour to go grocery shopping and the baby just can’t wait to eat something.

Schooling is going ok. It’ been a rough week for some reason and I can’t seem to get on track. We are going to do a project (or at least start it) for May that the kids are looking forward to. I’ll post pics when we’re done. I would post the link to where I got the idea but I can’t find it now (story of my life). We crowned our Mary here. The oldest and I made the crowns out of silk flowers and floral wire and tape. Mine was WAY too big. Her’s was great. Still looks pretty though.

Life is good. Kids are keeping busy which means I’m keeping busy….

Gotta fly

Sunday…

Been thinking.
And praying.

We were all sick last week. I was most sick on Monday but had stomach issues all week. Dh was out all week long. Sufice it to say I was tired. And not a little dehydrated.

I think my nursing issues that I feel like we’re having are a direct result of that so I am determined to try to eat healthier foods and drink like a fish. I am hoping to down enough water daily to feel as though my eyeballs are floating. That should help with the supply, along with the marathon nursing sessions he seems to be having.

I have been nursing this long (I know, I know it’s only been 3 months, but that’s a lifetime for me!) partly because I am giving myself goals. First I wanted to nurse to his first doc appt at 2 weeks, then again until Easter, then the next doc appt then his baptism etc. You get the picture. SOOO I have committed to nursing until Pentecost (I know this Sunday). I will not quit before then. I’ll reevaluate at that time and see where I’m at.

I’m just not sure I want to quit. Not really sure I want to continue either though. Seems like a good compromise.

SO I continue to pray and mull over this baby of mine. This child that is forcing me to be more of a mama than I have ever been.

to nurse, or not to nurse

I am still nursing.

My resolve is getting really shakey.

He’s cranky a LOT and wanting to be attached A LOT. He’s also doing a lot of testing of the elasticity of my nipples. They can only take so much of that before they FALL OFF.

I’m trying to drink more. I’m trying to nurse more. I’m trying to make dad do more.

I want to cry.

Please pray. I don’t know what I want right now. I think I would be horribly disappointed in myself if I stop but I don’t know that I really want to keep going. I know the pros and cons. I just don’t know which list is heavier right now.

ick ick ick ick ewwwwww

I’m officially done.

DONE.

I have a confession to make.

It’s quite disturbing.

Ready?

We have a problem. It keeps popping up. Several times this week. I’ve had it.

We have spiders. Eight legged creepy crawlin make your skin crawl spiders.

I’m not into lettin em live in my home, MY home! They were NOT invited and I will kill them upon discovery. No questions asked.

On three seperate occasions this week we were accosted by the little things while sitting on our couch. Once in the laundry room. Once ON MY QUILT at BEDTIME!! Once or twice in the hall. Tonight, one fell out of a piece of laundry I was folding (yes, it has sat in the basket nearly a week, but that does NOT make it an ok place for spiders to occupy.)

Last night a large one was beside my daughter’s dresser. We were all a little scared to death. Husband was sick, in bed. The kinda sick that you don’t jump up from when there are shrieks of fear from every female within 5 miles. My sons jumped to the task, immediately responding with a dress shoe a piece (they were already ready for bed so the tennis shoes weren’t an option? I don’t know. Maybe dress shoes work better, who knows) The nearly 8 yo was of course eager to respond and did just as we expected standing brave and sure to fight , but the 5 yo, oh the 5 yo!! I wished I had gotten a picture but I was too terrified to move lest it jump across the room at me. The five year old jumped in front of his sisters and I and said he could “handle it”. He had on the flannel pj’s I made for him at Christmas time. The shirt, being a little big had been pushed over his body and was hanging with the neck line around his waist, like a skirt, over his pants. So there he stood, my little warrior, bare chested, wielding a broom and a shoe, in front of us ready to pounce on anything that moved. He so bravely continued to postition himself between his sister’s and I and the spider and did, finally with his brother’s help, prevail over the invader.

I was so proud of him. He jumped to the task without any question and stood brave to protect us. He is only 5 and it was only a spider, but my heart skipped! Sang! Of course I love the boy, but I rarely get to see this gallant and gentlemanly side of him. I was and am so proud.

I saw a glimpse into his charecter and I am pleased.

Oh, and YES. The exterminator will be contacted first thing in the morning.

FIRST thing.