So I’m wearing yet another hat around here. It does take me farther away from sewing, blogging, cleaning (ha!), but it’s awesome and hard and frustrating and tiring and so, so super amazingly cool!
Homeschooling was something that I had always considered in a kind of throw-the-idea-around-here-and-there kind of way.
It kind of went with the progression of our parenting style – breastfeeding, babywearing, cloth diapering, ayurvedic medicine — oh, yeah, what the heck, maybe I’ll homeschool, too!
Whenever I’d mention it, I’d get a sort of common, generic response of how neat of an idea that was, but how few people are “able” to do it — oh, and, my favorite –boy, was I brave! (I think sometimes it was a compliment, and sometimes it was just a filler when someone didn’t know what to say. Once or twice it was delivered in a you’re-nuts-to-take-that-on kind of way.)
This general idea of us, as parents, not being “able” to teach our own children was really a soul-searching topic for me. I made lists of pros and cons, did tons of research, etc.
But, mostly, I listened to my kids.
You know, I haven’t actually been to a wedding as a married person.
Those few weddings I attended when I was young and single were beautiful and romantic and all that jazz. They really were. But there was something going on between all of the married guests that I just wasn’t a part of. It was over my head.
Now that I am an old, married lady myself, I’d like to enlighten those of you who are considering getting in on this wonderful thing called marriage — while there’s still time to get out!
Grief is a funny thing. It’s been a month since we lost Pop, and I’m finally starting to feel my groove coming back. I expected to cry, to be upset. And then I expected to kind of ease myself over it in a generally swift fashion. I figured I’d be back to blogging and sewing, and just back to normal pretty quickly. I just haven’t been in the mood for all of that.
Still, every night, when I get my dish rag out to clean my kitchen counters, I have the urge to call him and talk while I tidy up. Routine, routine. It’s hard to get used to.
But I’m working on new outlets, new routines, new normals; and it really is getting easier.
Good Wednesday morning!
I’ve been M.I.A. again – for some very cool reasons. Mainly, though, this past week I’ve been lucky enough to spend my time nourishing a 20-year-old friendship. How cool is that?!
Growing up military-style has some perks, and some non-perks. One perk, moving around and getting to see other parts of the country and meet new people. A non-perk, moving around and always having to find your place with new people. Yes, the pros and the cons are so closely related that it’s hard to differentiate sometimes – especially if you’re in your teenage years when it seems like high school could very possibly be the real world.
I had a great childhood. We traveled and moved a lot as my dad was in the military. My parents had great senses of humor (which, I think, they gave me) and were young and vibrant. We all laughed all the time and made fun of each others quirks. We had dogs, a goat, and even a pig at one time. My mom rotated three of her signature dishes for dinner every week – chicken and cheese enchiladas, Texas beef skillet, and spaghetti. Sometimes, we got a piece of chicken breast with a couple sprinkles of salt and pepper on it if she was feeling fearless in the kitchen that night! (I know you will get a kick out of that description, Moose. Love ya!)
Well, in five minutes it will officially be Easter Sunday. It has been a crazy day around here. Matt and I took shifts hanging out with the kids so that the other could get done what we had planned for today. Matt was out working on our in-progress chicken coop during the day – the chicks are coming in less than two weeks! (More on that later.) – and I am now on the night shift taking care of details for dinner and festivities for tomorrow.
In the perfect marriage of being busy and procrastinating, I had pretty much nothing done for Easter until after dinner this evening. If I’m honest, I actually just called/texted dinner guests tonight as to the time to arrive tomorrow. I know, I know – I’m the definition of classy (and so are my dollar store Easter dinner paper plates!).
Oh, my goodness! Not only do I hope (and pray) that Spring is real, but I really, really – we really, really need it to appear! Thanks to my good friend Zhong Gan Ling (disclaimer: I don’t use this brand; I get whatever my acupuncturist carries), cupping, along with some other natural/dietary helpers, we are finally nearing the end of acute bronchitis and sinus infections.
First it was A.W. with a couple scary asthma-like attacks, and then it went right down the line. A.S. got it; I got it; and, finally, Matt is the last of us to get it, too. I am sick of being sick and the worry that goes along with nursing the family back to health! Spring!? I need you!
Shhhh! Do you hear the crickets? I kind of wish I could hear them in real life! ;O)
As is the norm, life has been busy, but cyber-life here on the blog has been the opposite. From birth and by nature, I’ve always been a person who struggles with balance (not usually with physical balance, but sometimes even that! lol). It’s hard to stay away from my people-pleasing ways, and it’s standard for me to take on more than I can handle just to prove to myself that I can do it.
First, Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope today finds you, number one, loving and approving of yourself; and, number two, having someone special to love and love you back!
As for me, I have to say that time has been getting the best of me this past week! Lots of changes going on around here. All positive, don’t worry!
I was really happy to get back to doing some quick tutorials, which are really my favorite thing about blogging; but I have missed blogging about my deep-thinking shenanigans, too!
I wrote the title of this post, literally, about three weeks ago, and have been itching to get back to it ever since. I’d love to share mine and hear your thoughts on this topic, and tips and tricks to hold on to what must be let go. Because, really, in the grand scheme of things, nothing is under our control. There is birth; there is life; there is death. It is all a natural cycle – independent of our thoughts, feelings, and beliefs. And we all have to cope with some aspect of this cycle at one time or another.
I remember when I was preparing for the birth of my first child. One of my sweet friends, who is also an alternative healthcare provider, told me that the biggest thing to remember during labor was that I would have to relax and just “let go.” She said that that would afford me a much more relaxed and quicker labor. She said that symbolically asthmatics (which I am) have trouble letting go. (Something about holding on to precious air in a subconscious fear that this breath may be your last.) It made perfect sense to me, and I’ve applied this thought process to many things in the last five years.
(For the record, my first labor was 21 hours of natural intensity and insanity; and then three hours of glorious epidural-induced calm. Letting go was HARD!)
Oh, my goodness! Remember the Mystery Pattern Tester Contest we had going on last week? Well, our awesome tester did a really nice, thorough review of the tutorial and pattern. I took all of her suggestions to heart and decided to offer the very first Hippie Chick Menstrual Solution pattern for free in the online shop!
Well, I haven’t been to bed yet; but I guess, technically, I should be saying good morning instead of good night! Ever since the Mystery Pattern Tester Contest started, I’ve been spontaneously jittery. Ha! How crazy does that sound?
For years I’ve been diligent in making sure that most of the food I put in my body is beneficial in some way. It always made sense to me to take care of my body so that it would take care of me. To this day, I always read labels and buy organic this and that and try my best to fool my family by sneaking veggies into everything!
But, to be honest, somewhere along the line, I lost my trust in the labeling in our country. The wording must be written by some of my not-so-favorite attorneys from back in my court reporting days or something. It’s downright sneaky! Continue reading
Hope everyone had a great New Year! I didn’t even do anything, and I still feel like I’m struggling to get into the swing of things! It’s part my crazy-hyper-crafty personality and partly my crazy-hyper-crafty (where’d they get that from?) kids — and, I suppose, partly the chaos that comes with the holidays. I wanted to pop in and reveal what’s been going on in my world, because there’s a lot. Continue reading
I guess the anticipation of my children meeting the day has me over-the-top excited! I am up earlier now as a parent than I was as an anxious child on Christmas Day! Continue reading
Leaving my yoga class this week, I turned on the radio to keep me company for my very rare solo ride in the car. I have my kids with me 99.9% of the time, so I’m not really used to being able to listen to the radio freely. I’m that mom that doesn’t like the mainstream club/pop music played for my impressionable toddlers while we travel anywhere and everywhere.
This night, I was excited to put the radio on and listen to whatever I wanted, not having to worry if there was bad language or topics that my four-year-old would be asking me to explain. Man, it’s been a long time since I have listened to the radio. Continue reading