Wednesday, October 27, 2010
I have a gracious friend/babysitter who didn't freak out (at least not to us) about it, but we're still obviously buying them a new TV.
I'm not really sure what to say to Holden about the TV incident. I don't think he really understood that when he hit the TV, it would break.
So it was an unpleasant surprise for all.
I've just been reminding him that we don't ever touch the TV with anything.
And that I know he didn't mean to break it on purpose but we have to be careful.
The poor kid couldn't stop talking about it when he was supposed to be going to sleep.
I want him to feel a little guilty but not to lose sleep over it!
It's only a few (ouch) hundred dollars.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
(a few of the meditations in the back of the prayer book)
"Cheerfulness and self-control on my part...These may mean much to the emotional well-being and proper development of my child."
"My home...It is highly important that I endeavor to make it an attractive, cheerful place for my husband and my children."
"My husband's job of providing and managing family affairs may be vexing and worrisome. The home as an attractive place when he returns from work...My readiness to share his concerns...Words of encouragement--and of praise at times...The tenderness of understanding and wifely affection when he is worried or discouraged."
It would be easy to write some of these off,
"The attractiveness of my person--even inside the home...In the morning--before my husband leaves for work...a nourishing breakfast according to his preferences? My appearance in serving it...attractive? And cheerful? When my husband returns from work, an attractive, pleasant appearance on my part can mean much."
But for some reason I really became unsettled about all this. Because maybe I am more conservative/traditional than I thought. I can see a ring of truth to this. Perhaps it needs to be slightly modified for modern day...but I see it.
Maybe the shift in society from these traditional ideas (and certainly I wasn't raised this way--both parents worked and were exhausted when we were all together) has a lot to do with the dwindling family unit. I'm obviously not a sociologist. I don't spend much time thinking about it, aside from the Focus on the Family newsletters I occasionally get in my inbox.
But I'm starting to think maybe I have missed something. Something big.
Even as a stay-at-home mother I wasn't (am not) putting enough value on it within my own life.
I guess I've just never read a job description quite like this before.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Today I spent the day alone. I shopped, ate, and drove in the beautiful weather.
I started thinking about last year at this time.
As it has in the past, it occurred to me just how closely God walked with me through last year. There is no way I would have been able to do any of it on my own. I was thinking about how I used to drive to the hospital 4-6 days a week with an 18 month old, attend school/clinical 3 days a week, take care of my child, house and dogs, and about my husband working full-time and going to school full-time. I got to thinking about the people who helped us through it--who are still helping us through.
I am so blessed.
I know by now I shouldn't be surprised at the Lord's faithfulness, but sometimes I still am.
"But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Corinthians 12:9-10
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
After I finished my final this morning I drove about 300 miles picking up and distributing 640 lbs. of frozen beef.
I think I pulled a muscle.
The good news is I have 80 lbs. of assorted beef products in my freezer. However, I have a problem with meat products that are in their original form (you know how sometimes if you order fried catfish they just dip the whole thing in the fryer--head and all? That sort of thing).
I just realized how often this happens to me: Shrimp, or nearly any seafood. Even when fish skins are left on it bothers me. Chicken can sometimes do it--the wings and drumsticks. And TURKEY!!
I prefer eating turkey sandwiches the day after Thanksgiving.
I could do without the whole bird in the oven thing.
Not that any of those has actually stopped me from eating a meal. Except the catfish thing, I really couldn't eat the catfish.
My 300 mile trip today was mostly on an empty highway through farm ground and everywhere I looked the farmers were harvesting corn. It was 70 degrees and sunny. I love fall.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Let me paint you a picture:
Kansas City, MO.
We walk into the hotel and everything seems okay at first. The furnishings are an ultra modern style but obviously dated (maybe 1990's?). The paintings on the wall are modern and vaguely disconcerting for some reason I can't quite put my finger on.
We check in.
We walk around the corner to the elevator and I start to feel unsettled. There is no one in this hotel. I mean literally no one.
The hallways felt very much like The Shining.
Of course, we were there with friends for a football game the next day so the other two couples we were with were staying on the same floor (6th floor).
We get in the elevator. It doesn't really work properly, which I wasn't terribly concerned about but things still just seem off.
We unlock our room and it is sort of nice, although the bathroom seems like it was remodeled with scraps. It was odd, but at least it was clean with no evidence of bedbugs.
We went down to the lounge to have drinks and found what were perhaps the only other guests in the hotel--a group of about 6 people. One of whom had a nice mullet.
Went back to our room. It was very, very quiet--which was actually a nice change from most hotels I have stayed in. I was feeling okay about the whole situation, until we got up the next morning to check out and have the continental breakfast.
The desk attendant let us know that breakfast was served at 7 a.m. and waved toward a long hallway. We wandered quite a ways down a deserted hallway, past a closed restaurant (which was actually physically dusty, chairs on tables, dark, etc.) into a small room where they had set up a coffee machine and strangely enough...an omelet station with a "chef" taking orders.
I eschewed breakfast and coffee and started back down the winding hallway to the car. On the way I couldn't help but peek into the ballroom of the 'convention center' where it was dark--but I could see messy, overturned tables. At that point I had that somewhat familiar gut feeling that I should get the hell out of there.
Turned, and walked out the door.
I honestly don't have any particular complaint about the place. Just a strange uneasiness when I think about it.
Next time we're staying at the Plaza.