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Name: Jennifer
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Gender: Female
Interests: I love to travel - the planning, the adventure, the beauty, the memories. But I love to come home.
My creative outlet is scrapbooking. Something to last and tell of a generation.
I love to hang out with friends. Get's me out of my false reality.
Expertise: I'm a good talker. Does that count?
Message: message me
Member Since:
3/29/2006
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| From Under the Mound of ClothesDo you ever feel like you have the most mundane job in the universe. And really, I know that's a stupid question. How could raising children be mundane? I think it's the "HOME" part of being a stay-at-home mom, not the "MOM" part. HOME. 24/7. Laundry washed 2 days ago needs to be washed again. Furniture dusted 2 weeks ago, coated once more. Dishes cleaned yesterday, back in the dishwasher. Food in the fridge, food out of the fridge. Toys in their proper bins last night, dragged out once again. Does someone come into my home during the day and undo what I've done? Oh yeah. Thing One and Thing Two. In the last 72 hours, I've left the house twice. My fault, I know, but we've been eaten by one mosquito INSIDE today, how much worse outside? (Yes, I do use bug repellent, but it might as well be honey.) My poor kids are climbing the walls. They need to run in wide open spaces, and the living room just ain't cuttin it. At 8:30 tonight, when their little heads should have been resting on fluffy pillows (with clean pillow cases, I might add), they were wrestling in bed, getting sweaty and having the time of their little lives. But, I digress...  The longer I'm in my HOME, the more my reality is warped by walls left unpainted, piles of papers unfiled, stacks of clothes unorganized. I keep thinking I'll get on top of this. After all, I once had a wonderfully organized house...before kids. But here's the rub. I'm HOME. Why aren't the chores (defined in the dictionary as 'tedious task', I might add) getting done? So I put my faith in systems. Flylady, envelopes, notebooks, binders, calendars, labeled bins. But then I discover something much more painful than being unorganized...being undisciplined. Maybe I'll just stick with disorganization. After all, I HAVE a house to clean, clothes to wash and food to cook. I have a dishwasher to wash my dishes. I have a washer and dryer to clean my clothes. I have a helpful, supportive spouse. Really. What's to complain about? Is anyone frustrated by my lack of organization besides me? I don't think so. Can I be free to struggle in this instead of struggling to be free? And what in the world does that mean? Let me know if you find out... Oh, and don't forget to throw that load of laundry in the dryer before you have to rewash it... | | |
| The BullyMy mom says this is a face only a momma could love. But this is my brother's dog, Emmet. How cute is he? Just thought I'd share...GO DAWGS!! | | |
| I'm nobodyI heard a quote years ago. It may be untrue or wrongly assigned. But it's said that Queen Elizabeth was out and about when someone approached her and asked, "Who are you?" She responded, "I'm nobody, but my father is the king." Think on that... | | |
| Not that you care, but...It's 9:10pm. I have a fever. I've had a fever for 3 days. Holiday? Poopyday. My 13 month old is making airplane noises when he plays with his brother's planes. My 4 year old smashed his face into a chair while playing a game with...you guessed it...ME. Two words. Real. Bad. Real bad. Not broken, but swollen and finally bruising after a few days. Way to go, Mom. Back to the 13 month old, who decided walking was the way to go last week. He takes joy in his steps. You should see his face (as opposed to the slammed face of my 4 year old). And those little shoulders pulled back to keep his balance. You know the stance. Did I mention my 4 year old got a fever too? I think my perfectionism has given me an ulcer. I'm not kidding. Tonight, I was trying to explain the hymn "All for Jesus" to my 4 year old. I told him we live "all for Jesus" because he died for our sins, paid our ransom, to give us eternal life. He said, "Like our verse, 'For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish, but have eternal life." It's not wasted after all. | | |
| Birthdays and MemoriesHi. My name is Jennifer. It's been 2 1/2 months since my last blog.
I'm with my friend Nanette who dragged me here with a posted comment on my site. Her last blog was yesterday. I'm here to support her.
But enough of my bad habits. J4 had his first birthday yesterday. I awoke this morning remembering back a year...J4 was taken to NICU within an hour of his birth. He was there for a week. This time last year, my husband and I were venturing up to NICU to see him for the first time after a rather quick and drug-free birth. (The drug-free part was not of my choosing and would never be again.) We couldn't touch J4 or talk to him as that would cause him to expend energy he needed to breath and heal. It ended up not being very serious, thank God...and I mean that...the God of Heaven and earth who gave me my precious sons and sustains us daily. But it's not a good memory, that first week.
Now? What a little joy, except when he's throwing a fit, of course. I don't remember J3 throwing fits this early, so I'm curious to see if I have a little strong-willed child on my hands. If so, I'll be calling U2Mom to commiserate... | | |
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