Do you ever have those days where you just are tired, weary, just lacking that spark to life? That was how I woke up this morning. Just blah. But there was too much to do today that would allow me to continue in my blahdom (ok I know that is not a word, I just couldn't find another word). So I got out of bed and went to the gym. On my way there I just gave the day to the Lord. "Ok, Lord. Today is your day. However you want this day to go, I will follow you." That can be a scary prayer. My plans don't always match what God wants. Even though I know Gods plans are best for me, I tend to like my plans.
So off to the gym I go. Oh, here is a progress note (I said I would only mention the good ones, LOL) I weighed myself and have lost 6 pounds in the last 3 weeks. We (hubby and I) have worked out 4-5 days every week. I am up to working out for an hour, 30 minutes on the treadmill and 30 minutes on the eliptical. I end up leaving exhausted but I am doing it. Anyways that is the update.
So I go to the gym and do my workout and see a dear friend while I am there. She and I chat a little while I am walking on the treadmill. What an encouragement she was to me.
After that I go home, shower and head down the road to pick oldest son up from spending the night at a friends, birthday shop, grocery shop, go to the pet store (shavings for the rabbit), book store and fill the truck up with gas. Poor oldest son was so tired from his sleepover. He was a trooper with a good attitude (we don't always have that). We got so much accomplished in such a little amount of time. I felt so productive. A far cry from how I felt this morning. Praise God! God is so good all the time. Just giving my day over to the Lord, and seeing how my day went (even just a half day) is just the reminder I need to give all things, even my blahness, over to the Lord. The Lord, and His plan for me is so much more than I ever imagine. Even in the mundaneness of life, the little things, the everyday things. That is an easy place for me to not include my Lord, the simple things. It's when things are hard, or decisions need to be made, or great things happen that are the easy times for me to include and rely on God.
I want to see God in all things big and small. I need to open my eyes and my heart up to see God every day in all things.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Our new adventure
As I mentioned before, we have a new adventure. It was our valentine gift to each other. I am almost reluctant to tell people in fear of expectation. But as people have talked about what they gave each other or what they did for v-day, I have spilled the beans.
So what did we give each other?
A memebership to our local gym, the powerhouse. Yikes!!
That's right. No more excuses. No more blaming it on my thyroid. It is time to get down to business and start moving to the beat to get this weight off.
We have no excuse now. The gym has daycare for the kids, except oldest son, he just stays home or we go while he is busy with all his other activities. The kids have had a blast. We tell them "load up, it's time to go to the gym." They love it. They ask "Are we going to the gym today?" They have all fun stuff; wii fit's, hopscotch, nintendo game systems, tv with disney channel on 24/7, plus kitchen and doll stuff. We have wii fit and other games, but somehow it is just not as fun as playing at the gym. At least they love it.
We have been faithful so far. My goal is 4 days a week. We are entering our 3rd week and still going strong. We are eating healthy meals and snacks now. Even the kids have noticed the healthier meals and have loved it. My oldest said "Mom you have been knocking it out of the park with your new recipes." If that doesn't bring inspiration, I don't know what would.
I love that hubby and I are doing this together. It has been so much fun. Well as fun as it can be working out.
So that is our new adventure. Hey, we were even able to get a great discount for the gym because I am a nurse and work at the local hospital here in town. We are bascially getting 2 memberships for the price of one. Now you gotta love that!
I will post my progress, well the good news of it anyways. LOL.
So what did we give each other?
A memebership to our local gym, the powerhouse. Yikes!!
That's right. No more excuses. No more blaming it on my thyroid. It is time to get down to business and start moving to the beat to get this weight off.
We have no excuse now. The gym has daycare for the kids, except oldest son, he just stays home or we go while he is busy with all his other activities. The kids have had a blast. We tell them "load up, it's time to go to the gym." They love it. They ask "Are we going to the gym today?" They have all fun stuff; wii fit's, hopscotch, nintendo game systems, tv with disney channel on 24/7, plus kitchen and doll stuff. We have wii fit and other games, but somehow it is just not as fun as playing at the gym. At least they love it.
We have been faithful so far. My goal is 4 days a week. We are entering our 3rd week and still going strong. We are eating healthy meals and snacks now. Even the kids have noticed the healthier meals and have loved it. My oldest said "Mom you have been knocking it out of the park with your new recipes." If that doesn't bring inspiration, I don't know what would.
I love that hubby and I are doing this together. It has been so much fun. Well as fun as it can be working out.
So that is our new adventure. Hey, we were even able to get a great discount for the gym because I am a nurse and work at the local hospital here in town. We are bascially getting 2 memberships for the price of one. Now you gotta love that!
I will post my progress, well the good news of it anyways. LOL.
Friday, February 20, 2009
When it rains it pours
Today I took my oldest son to the doctor....again. He is beginning to be an expensive child here lately. LOL.
He came home from school wednesday and told me about an incident in gym class that day. They were playing kickball with a giant kickball. My son somehow got hit in the ear with the ball. He said it hurt a little. So I told him we would keep an eye on it and see how it was the next day or two.
Thursday he came home from school and told me his ear began ringing off and on throughout the day, and also hurt off and on as well. Ok we will see the doctor. He went to pep band that night (he plays the trumpet) and when I picked him up he said a boy was talking to his left and he barely heard him. Oh boy. He also felt like he had fluid or something clogged in his ear.
Well took him to the doctor today and he has a ruptured eardrum. UGH!!!! He was on antibiotics for his sinus infection which should have helped his ear, but didn't. So now it is getting infected as well. They put him on a stonger antibiotic and gave him ear drops as well. They want to see him in a week to make sure it is healing.
So for my oldest in the last week we have had 2 doctors visits=2 copays, 4 different prescription medications, plus another doctor visit next week=another copay, plus a new suit (for the funeral). Whew!! He is going to break my bank. I know they say kids get more expensive the older they get. I am finding that to be true. Thankfully we have good health insurance and it really isn't an issue, but it could be. Praise God it isn't.
Thankfully my son has a pretty high threshold of pain, and motrin does the trick. Poor kid has had a lot to deal with these last 2 weeks.
He came home from school wednesday and told me about an incident in gym class that day. They were playing kickball with a giant kickball. My son somehow got hit in the ear with the ball. He said it hurt a little. So I told him we would keep an eye on it and see how it was the next day or two.
Thursday he came home from school and told me his ear began ringing off and on throughout the day, and also hurt off and on as well. Ok we will see the doctor. He went to pep band that night (he plays the trumpet) and when I picked him up he said a boy was talking to his left and he barely heard him. Oh boy. He also felt like he had fluid or something clogged in his ear.
Well took him to the doctor today and he has a ruptured eardrum. UGH!!!! He was on antibiotics for his sinus infection which should have helped his ear, but didn't. So now it is getting infected as well. They put him on a stonger antibiotic and gave him ear drops as well. They want to see him in a week to make sure it is healing.
So for my oldest in the last week we have had 2 doctors visits=2 copays, 4 different prescription medications, plus another doctor visit next week=another copay, plus a new suit (for the funeral). Whew!! He is going to break my bank. I know they say kids get more expensive the older they get. I am finding that to be true. Thankfully we have good health insurance and it really isn't an issue, but it could be. Praise God it isn't.
Thankfully my son has a pretty high threshold of pain, and motrin does the trick. Poor kid has had a lot to deal with these last 2 weeks.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
What a night!
Whew! Last night was a rough one. Babygirl just could not get settled last night. Everytime she fell asleep, she would wake up about an hour later and ask some question about MomMom Dodd.
"Mommy"
"Yes, babygirl"
"Where is MomMom Dodd now?"
"She is in heaven with Jesus."
"But we will see her at the fumera?"
"At the funeral, we will see her body laying in a casket, that looks like a bed in a box?"
"But her heart is in heaven."
"That's right"
"Oh, ok good night"
"Good night sweetie."
Then an hour later it would be.
"Mommy, can MomMom Dodd walk in heaven?"
and so the night went. Hour after hour. Poor girl was exhausted in the morning. So was I. I hope I gave her the right answers. How do you explain death and heaven and a soul to a 4 year old in the middle of the night. Ugh. I pray God spoke through me last night. I think she finally had a 3 hour period of solid sleep from 4am-7am.
I allowed the kids to stay home today from school if they wanted. Everyone did except my oldest. His class was shooting off their bottle rockets that they made in science and he didn't want to miss it. With babygirl's lack of sleep and everyone just not themselves, I was going crazy. The kids were just as onery (sp) as they could be. UGH!!! Hubby left for a little while to get his hair cut so he escaped the madness. So tonight hubby stayed home while I went shopping. A little retail therapy. AHHH!! For those of you who know me, know I really don't like to shop, but anything to get out of the house and a break from the kids. That sounds terrible, but it is the truth.
I actually went to buy oldest son a suit. He is an honorary pall bearer and will be part of the ceremony. He did not even have a sports coat. So I went and bought the store out. He is growing so much I just couldn't decide on which size he was. So I bought all 3 sizes I thought he could be. I will be returning the ones that did not fit tomorrow.
I am sending all kids to school tomorrow and have taken off work myself. I get a bereavement day. Hopefully, I can get all those last minute things done. Widget still needs new dress shoes, his look terrible. I need to get a haircut, not sure that will get done. Oh well, we shall see what really happens. Tomorrow I do plan to spend some time soaking in God's Word and being still ("be still and know that I am") and have that peace that only comes from Him.
Tomorrow has got to be better than today.
"Mommy"
"Yes, babygirl"
"Where is MomMom Dodd now?"
"She is in heaven with Jesus."
"But we will see her at the fumera?"
"At the funeral, we will see her body laying in a casket, that looks like a bed in a box?"
"But her heart is in heaven."
"That's right"
"Oh, ok good night"
"Good night sweetie."
Then an hour later it would be.
"Mommy, can MomMom Dodd walk in heaven?"
and so the night went. Hour after hour. Poor girl was exhausted in the morning. So was I. I hope I gave her the right answers. How do you explain death and heaven and a soul to a 4 year old in the middle of the night. Ugh. I pray God spoke through me last night. I think she finally had a 3 hour period of solid sleep from 4am-7am.
I allowed the kids to stay home today from school if they wanted. Everyone did except my oldest. His class was shooting off their bottle rockets that they made in science and he didn't want to miss it. With babygirl's lack of sleep and everyone just not themselves, I was going crazy. The kids were just as onery (sp) as they could be. UGH!!! Hubby left for a little while to get his hair cut so he escaped the madness. So tonight hubby stayed home while I went shopping. A little retail therapy. AHHH!! For those of you who know me, know I really don't like to shop, but anything to get out of the house and a break from the kids. That sounds terrible, but it is the truth.
I actually went to buy oldest son a suit. He is an honorary pall bearer and will be part of the ceremony. He did not even have a sports coat. So I went and bought the store out. He is growing so much I just couldn't decide on which size he was. So I bought all 3 sizes I thought he could be. I will be returning the ones that did not fit tomorrow.
I am sending all kids to school tomorrow and have taken off work myself. I get a bereavement day. Hopefully, I can get all those last minute things done. Widget still needs new dress shoes, his look terrible. I need to get a haircut, not sure that will get done. Oh well, we shall see what really happens. Tomorrow I do plan to spend some time soaking in God's Word and being still ("be still and know that I am") and have that peace that only comes from Him.
Tomorrow has got to be better than today.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Grieving
Today we are grieving the loss of my husband's grandmother. She was 96 years old. She was so ready to go home and be with the Lord. She even stated this past week "How long does it take you to die? I thought it would be quick." She was ready, very ready. She had lived a full life and she was tired, very tired. Even though we all knew in our hearts that this day would come, and that every day we had with her was one to be grateful for, it is still hard to believe she is really gone.
My youngest son and she were great friends. Up until this last 8 months or so, little man and MomMom Dodd, and grandma would go out to lunch together and then go to the Amish market together. They did this at least 3 times a month, if not every week. Granma would pick him up from school (either preschool or half day kindergarden....they did this for years) and they would decide which resturant they would have lunch and then enjoy lunch with each other and then proceed down to the next town and shop for some groceries. Little man LOVED these times with his great MomMom Dodd. They would have the most interesting conversations especially from such a young boy. One day MomMom Dodd told me "I hope you don't mind, but I call him 'My Boy' "(she had 4 girls, she never had a son). From then on Little man would say to her "you know I am your boy". He would always love and kiss on her and always made her feel special. Those two had a special bond, that was only between them. She did not treat the other great grandchildren like she treated him, although she tried not to let the others know. He was special to her, and she was special to him.
He is having a hard time with this loss. When we first told him he just buried his head under hubby's arm and wouldn't come out. When he did, he ran upstairs with tears streaming down his face. I gave him a few minutes and then went to talk, and console him. Every time I came near him he would run away. I found him in the rec. room and then he ran downstairs to the old playroom/ exercise room. I found him hiding behind the doors hoping not to be found. I was able to grab him and just hold him. I told him it was ok to cry and be sad, and that should be the way he should feel. We are all sad. He sat there stiff as a board not wanting to be held. But I held him anyways. After a while, he finally collapsed and cried some more. I asked him if he wanted to go out to her house (that was where everyone was concregating) and he jumped up so fast and said yes. He couldn't get to her house fast enough.
We arrived at her house and he was able to see his Aunt Jodi was crying, and grandma, KK, and his other 2 great aunts crying. I think he felt comfort, and realized that it really was ok to cry and be sad. He didn't really cry anymore, but did tear up at times. He saw his aunt KK crying when he was sitting next to her, and all on his own he just reached over and gave her the biggest hug with one of his hands rubbing her back. He just sat there like that for a moment. She gave him a smile and said thank you. He later told me "Mom, she was crying on my shoulder when I hugged her. I think she needed my hug. She is sad like me." Such insight from a little 7 year old.
Tonight he prayed and asked God "to be with me. I am so sad and scared not to have MomMom Dodd here anymore. Please take care of her." He is grieving and so are we. I am so grateful, he is able to mourn and talk about how is feeling. Please pray for him. Loss is so tough, and to have to try to deal with that at a young age is so hard for them to understand. He is a blessed boy to be able to have spent that time with his great grandmom. Many do not get that opportunity.
The other kids are dealing with it well. Babygirl doesn't really comprehend and is trying to. She asks all kinds of questions that feel inappropriate, but she is 4 and is trying to grasp it.
The next few days will be tough with the viewing and funeral. It's tough for us who are left behind, but for her it is a glorious time. I am so happy for MomMom, but so sad for the rest of us. Please keep us in your prayers. Thanks.
My youngest son and she were great friends. Up until this last 8 months or so, little man and MomMom Dodd, and grandma would go out to lunch together and then go to the Amish market together. They did this at least 3 times a month, if not every week. Granma would pick him up from school (either preschool or half day kindergarden....they did this for years) and they would decide which resturant they would have lunch and then enjoy lunch with each other and then proceed down to the next town and shop for some groceries. Little man LOVED these times with his great MomMom Dodd. They would have the most interesting conversations especially from such a young boy. One day MomMom Dodd told me "I hope you don't mind, but I call him 'My Boy' "(she had 4 girls, she never had a son). From then on Little man would say to her "you know I am your boy". He would always love and kiss on her and always made her feel special. Those two had a special bond, that was only between them. She did not treat the other great grandchildren like she treated him, although she tried not to let the others know. He was special to her, and she was special to him.
He is having a hard time with this loss. When we first told him he just buried his head under hubby's arm and wouldn't come out. When he did, he ran upstairs with tears streaming down his face. I gave him a few minutes and then went to talk, and console him. Every time I came near him he would run away. I found him in the rec. room and then he ran downstairs to the old playroom/ exercise room. I found him hiding behind the doors hoping not to be found. I was able to grab him and just hold him. I told him it was ok to cry and be sad, and that should be the way he should feel. We are all sad. He sat there stiff as a board not wanting to be held. But I held him anyways. After a while, he finally collapsed and cried some more. I asked him if he wanted to go out to her house (that was where everyone was concregating) and he jumped up so fast and said yes. He couldn't get to her house fast enough.
We arrived at her house and he was able to see his Aunt Jodi was crying, and grandma, KK, and his other 2 great aunts crying. I think he felt comfort, and realized that it really was ok to cry and be sad. He didn't really cry anymore, but did tear up at times. He saw his aunt KK crying when he was sitting next to her, and all on his own he just reached over and gave her the biggest hug with one of his hands rubbing her back. He just sat there like that for a moment. She gave him a smile and said thank you. He later told me "Mom, she was crying on my shoulder when I hugged her. I think she needed my hug. She is sad like me." Such insight from a little 7 year old.
Tonight he prayed and asked God "to be with me. I am so sad and scared not to have MomMom Dodd here anymore. Please take care of her." He is grieving and so are we. I am so grateful, he is able to mourn and talk about how is feeling. Please pray for him. Loss is so tough, and to have to try to deal with that at a young age is so hard for them to understand. He is a blessed boy to be able to have spent that time with his great grandmom. Many do not get that opportunity.
The other kids are dealing with it well. Babygirl doesn't really comprehend and is trying to. She asks all kinds of questions that feel inappropriate, but she is 4 and is trying to grasp it.
The next few days will be tough with the viewing and funeral. It's tough for us who are left behind, but for her it is a glorious time. I am so happy for MomMom, but so sad for the rest of us. Please keep us in your prayers. Thanks.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy Valentine's Day
Happy Valentine's Day!
Hope you all had a great Valentine's day. We had a great one here. I will blog later about our new adventure (our gift to each other). Till then have a happy day!
Hope you all had a great Valentine's day. We had a great one here. I will blog later about our new adventure (our gift to each other). Till then have a happy day!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
More setbacks to normalcy
I was the lastest victim in the sickness. Yep that's right it got me, and got me good. I went from the bed to the couch and then back to the bed again. So now that makes 3 of us down, and 3 more to get it. Man, when will it end. As soon as work becomes normal, sickness kicks our behinds. Well, I guess I need to be thankful that it is not both work and sickness kickin my behind. LOL. Praise God that He doesn't give us more than we can handle (even though we may think we can't.... we can with His help).
So as I type this I only have half a voice but on the mend. Hopefully tomorrow I can actually get some things done around the house. Yikes. It needs it so much. Thankfully my hubby has stepped up HUGE to the task. He is awesome and he took such good care for me. God definitely gave me the best husband for me. I am so blessed.
So as I type this I only have half a voice but on the mend. Hopefully tomorrow I can actually get some things done around the house. Yikes. It needs it so much. Thankfully my hubby has stepped up HUGE to the task. He is awesome and he took such good care for me. God definitely gave me the best husband for me. I am so blessed.
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