It would be so easy for me just to go make the beds. And it takes 10 times as long to get them to make the beds. But that’s my job. It’s not my job to make the bed, it’s my job to make them make the bed.
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As the Child Grows
Thursday, 14 July 2011 17:42
Sharon
I’m pretty sure that even as I age, I remember it right. And what I’m sure of is that I did not think anything about what it would take to raise kids. During my pregnancy all I could focus on was healthy, normal, boy, girl, what’s going on inside me this week, when will it move, is it moving enough, what does he/she look like, when’s the due date & can we move it up.
When it came to kids issues, I was still worried about my own issues and at that stage when it came to babies, it was diaper changing and bathing that freaked me out. After all what else is there? So I got into motherhood, probably the same way a lot of us do, focusing on me and not giving a whole lot of thought into what was to be. What I had yet to realize is that my issues, my life would fade in comparison to their issues and their lives. That’s a rather brilliant part of motherhood, allowing your own selfishness to sink in order to pour yourself into your child. For me the hardest part about a new baby is bringing them home from the hospital. It shocked me that while they seemed to sleep so happily at the hospital, once home they immediately went on guard, awake and screaming. And hungry! The key to helping your milk come in faster is malt, so splurge! At some point from the first baby to the fifth, I just gave up that first night or two and rocked the baby...bonding. It was less frustrating I think for both of us! Who’s Changing My Schedule?
Wednesday, 25 May 2011 00:00
Sharon
Today, my morning looked clear, I still had deadlines a day or two off. Most kids still at school, well at least until noon when the high schoolers are scheduled to return, but basically a quiet, open morning to write. Yesterday I had focused on all the small, tedious, but necessary tasks to be done. That I did, thinking my mind would be clear and I’d be less apt to procrastinate over something tweesie!
And so as everyone else in the family set out on their day, my husband realizes, oops I forgot to pay a bill and I forgot to pick up something I need right now. Can you do that and I’ll come home at noon and get it. And that reminded me that I also had an errand to run for my oldest son, even though he can drive, he has a car, he knows where to go and he could do it. Still I knew I would do it and already I’m connecting the three errands into one. Then my middle school daughter, the one who leaves last comes down to the kitchen just 5 minutes before bus time asking me what she can pack for a lunch? Pointing out that we have cheese and fruit and these granola things all of which she scrunches her nose at, I mention how about peanut butter & jelly? Where’s the peanut butter she wants to know (it’s only a 64 oz jar), oh and that jelly is old! It’s not old and it’s not like it’s been sitting out and open forever. C’mon. We’re out of small ziplock bags, she argues. Here use this I say. A Little Touch-Up
Thursday, 31 March 2011 00:00
Sharon
There’s nothing quite like the feeling of fixing things up, whether they need to be fixed up or not, that gives you that sense of exhilaration, frustration, anticipation, elation!
Painter Dave is here painting...yes...painting, only two rooms, but the whole house is a disaster! And I’ve wondered more than once why are we doing this again? It’s like a series of dominos. Our youngest two kids who share a room are growing up. They look gigantic in their little twin beds. My husband’s daughter has two small kids who need beds. So maybe this is a good time to pass those beds along and get new queen size beds for the kids. Beds that are theirs for life, that they can take with them or leave, when the time comes (hopefully it’s a very long time from now!). “But can we get our room painted too?” they ask. A boy & a girl, their room was painted half blue & half pink. Now they want half yellow & half green. “Oh sure,” we say to ease the transition. |
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I have the TV on today and it’s making me a little bit crazy! We’re in the aftermath of the tragic shooting in Tucson. Just a shocking, horrific moment that will forever be part of our memory, our hearts and our history. I’m not going to talk about the event, because it’s being covered by every news organization everywhere. And that’s kind of what’s annoying to me.
As a mom, I can’t leave this one alone. The homeless man with the golden voice who hadn’t seen his mom is 20 years was reunited with her. They were interviewed together on the Today Show and many other programs. 
The biggest viral sensation! The story of a homeless man with a God-given voice. An amazing voice. The voice thousands of companies spending countless hours search for every day. He’s been out there for 14 years with this great voice that no one knew about or paid any attention to.