What a difference some sleep makes!

Big announcement - Sweet P is sleeping thru the nite! And, therefore, I am, too. I can't believe how much I've gotten done in the last few days. And the only real life change is that I'm getting some sleep.

Confession, I'm a messy person. Those who know me have just busted out laughing at the understatement. It's not nasty messy. My house doesn't smell. But there is no organization to my life. There is junk everywhere. It really feels like nothing has a home. If I clean off the bar, at least some part of it just gets moved to the desk in the office. If I clean out the office, some of it lands in the hallway upstairs. I never get all of my house clean.

So, I'm doing it now. Bit by bit. Ruthlessly eliminating "stuff" from every room, closet & corner. I'm putting stuff to be eliminated in a bathroom that we don't use. I'm going to have a garage sale as soon as it cools off some - that'll be what? November here in Texas?

Reflective moment - Make that a whiny moment

A friend's dad passed away this morning (sonofwhale.wordpress.com). It has me in a very strange mood. It wasn't that long ago that we lost my FIL to cancer (jtscancer.wordpress.com). We're still crossing each significant date with renewed mourning & rememberance.

MIL & FIL's anniversary is coming up. I remember last year on their anniversary he was in a rehab hospital and unable to do anything for her. Unfortunately, my Papaw passed away just days before, so we were unavailable to help them celebrate. MIL knows how much he loved her even though he had a hard time showing it sometimes. Aside from his faith in God, she was his rock.

Man, there has been a lot of loss this year. Of course there has also been some amazing blessings - one in particular, little miss Sweet P.

But even blessings bring stressors. Adding up stress points from the Holmes Stress Point Scale, over the last year, I'm sitting around 350. I think if you go over 200 in one year, it's not good.

And DH's job is requiring too many hours these days. And my house is a wreck. And my two year old is - well, he's two. I've got my first sinus infection since having sinus surgery in April. P1 is still recovering from his sinus surgery 2 weeks ago. And ... wah, wah, wah ...

I really wanted to take a moment to reflect on what kind of legacy I want to leave my kids. Reading about "Whale" & his family, makes me hope I make even half of the impact that he and his wife clearly made with their kids. Instead, I've fallen into a piss & moan session.

Maybe another night I will be more inspired.

Blessings to all.

If you visited our house ...

Come on in and enjoy the visit.

You would see: Stroller, infant carseat, & more pink than there used to be (thanks to Sweet P); a bar covered in papers & misc items; shoes on the stairs; pics of kids all over walls; window blinds wide open, allowing in as much light as possible.

We’d probably feed you: fruit snacks, seasonal fruit, chips & salsa, or string cheese - if you'll be here for a meal, there's a Wendy's near by.

And offer you this to drink: milk, water, oj or Diet Coke - sometimes there's sweet tea from Chicken Express.

We’d undoubtedly ask if you’d read: Chronicles of Narnia, Magic Treehouse books, or any good Dr. Seuss.

We’d want to play this music for you: The Father's Day cd we made for DH with lots of good dad songs.

We’d want to tell you the latest about: Pokemon; Wii; Nintendo DS; Go, Diego, Go!

We’d probably suggest a game of: Soccer; Life Twists & Turns; Blokus; Pokemon

We might show off: P1 & P2's new space room; our backyard with deck & actual grass

We might get on the computer and show you: latest pics of the kids; Webkins; bigfishgames.com

If it was a long enough visit, we might: go on a walk around the neighborhood or head to the local park.


Y'all come back, now. You hear.

I got tagged ...

Thanks, Athena. Since the other blog is dedicated to the kids & their pics, I decided I needed a place to write my journey ...

Three random things about me:

1. I have dimples in the backs of my shoulders. My mom said God got in a hurry & stapled my arms on. Just an odd genetic thing, apparently my great-great uncle Davy had them, too.

2. I'm afraid my legacy may be incomplete projects. I can't seem to finish anything these days. Not even a complete tho't - I've already been interrupted 3 times since starting this blog.

3. I want to be a writer - oh, look here - I'm writing. I am forever outlining books - fiction or non, inspirational or educational. I have been published twice, both part of my grad school work at Univ of Tulsa. I intended to spend this summer writing a Bible study. Instead, with the arrival of Sweet P in May, I am learning to be the mother of 3. Writing - other than the blogs - may be on the back burner for a while.