Sunday, May 14, 2017

Momming Ain’t Easy

     “Momming ain’t easy” – the phrase that launched 1,000 t-shirts (and mugs and lettered signs and totes and instagram posts).  As I sit here with my lukewarm coffee (because I couldn’t get to it this morning) and my recorded shows (because I couldn’t watch them live), I’m reminded in the smallest way that “momming ain’t easy.” 

     It’s waking up impossibly early because when else can you look your husband in the face without a certain small someone demanding all.the.things. It’s hiding your face when your toddler does something so terrible (that’s also hilarious). It’s drawing the line between terrible and hilarious and watching your toddler jump over it, stomp it, walk on it, and laugh. It’s reciting Little Blue Truck from memory 572,156,985 times. It’s the joy in seeing your baby run to you after a long day at work. It’s the heartbreak of knowing that you don’t have it all together and the desperate hope that your failures won’t be what shape his little heart.

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          We have these days. We have these moments. We have this time. And it’s fleeting. Is it any wonder we’re so exhausted all the time? We’re doing everything we can to do as much as we can to do the best we can because we don’t get this back. We will always be moms, but we don’t always have this. That’s “momming.” That desperate feeling that’s a sort of mix of joy and fear and happiness and most of all love. Thinking of someone else from the minute your eyes open until they drift closed in the middle of that show you thought you would make it through.

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     Motherhood is the best gift and the most challenging role. We know our babies like no one else on this earth, but we have to watch them grow into their own. Sometimes it’s the most rewarding thing I could ever imagine! That beautiful little boy who is so funny and smart and independent is really mine, and I get the joy of teaching him! Other times it’s the scariest thing I’ve ever done. That wild little boy who is so loud and willfull and independent is really mine, and I get the job of disciplining him!

     We don’t get to separate our role into joy and fear. We claim it all and lay it at the feet of Jesus because He is the only One who can take this job and redeem our efforts. We aren’t doing this alone because He has equipped us with a team. We have husbands and sisters and mothers of our own. We have friends and leaders and mentors. We have resources of every kind, but most of all we have the Holy Spirit who empowers us and enables us and upholds us.

     I am so thankful that I don’t have to take on this task alone. My best efforts as a mother are absolute failure apart from Him. I am blessed beyond measure that this walk that is motherhood and life is not mine to do alone. I can “take captive every thought (and day and effort and failure) and make it obedient to Christ” (2 Corinthians 10:5). That is what He desires from me, that I take my whole life, motherhood included, and lay it at His feet as a sacrifice. A day to honor mothers is a beautiful thing, but how much more beautiful that we honor the Lord with our calling as mothers?

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

May Days

     I was going to title this “Life…and All Those Other Things I Can’t Fit In During May,” but that looked a little cluttered in the title bar.  My other option “Mayday…Because I’m Actual Chaos Right Now,” was a little much as well.  In fact the only reason I’m sitting and typing is because I’ve got an unexpected day off with a fevery Davis, and he’s asleep (hopefully for another hour). I hate having a sicky baby, and I hate taking off work, but I’m learning to let go sort of.

     What better way to celebrate my return than with a giant photo dump? Shamelessly pulled from Instagram and the depths of my phone? I’ve got you right here!

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     We had such a fun Book Fair and Art Show night at my school! It was community helper themed, so we had helicopters and police cars and fire trucks, and Davis was in Heaven! The only downside is that now anytime we swing by the school he thinks he’s going to see the “biiiiiig tractor.”

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     When you have a long week, there’s just something about pizza in the driveway that makes it all better. Obviously I didn’t go as footloose and fancy free as Davis, but it did start the weekend off nicely!

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     In other news, Davis has taken over security for the church. If you need any assistance, just flag him down.

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     We’re having a major sunglasses moment. Sometimes upside down…sometimes right side up.  Sometimes inside…sometimes outside.  I love it. The boy does not lack personality.

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     But today we’re here. Snuggling and sleeping. I don’t get these moments very often, but when I do I soak them up. We have these days, and then they’re gone, and I want every bit of love out of them I can get. Laundry can wait. Work can wait. Those crumbs can wait. This won’t wait, so I’m grabbing it.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Spring Breaking

     Davis and I have had the best time these past few days just hanging out and being lazy! I thought I might take him to day care a couple of days so I could run errands and sit in the silence (#momgoals), buuuuuttttttt I kept him home…because one day he won’t want to hang out with me all day.

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    In spite of the name, our spring break has been bitterly cold. There is no playing outside around here…and our trip to Target earlier nearly gave me pneumonia. We’ve stuck to indoor activities like coloring in a box, talking about the potty, and reading all. the. books. The upside to being stuck inside? I have gotten lots of laundry done, and Davis’s big boy room is all set up! As predicted, he is so stinking cute in his big bed.

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     Cannot. Deal. We did put rails on it, but he’s sleeping so hard he really doesn’t need them (#hegotitfromhismama). I’m still on the hunt for another denim sham to make the end look more full, but that’s more for me than him…clearly. While I was busy working on the bed, Keith was painting and installing shelves in the closet. When we moved in, all the closet bars and sleves were weirdly low…like barely taller than me. You wouldn’t think it would be a big deal, but it makes the closets feel so tiny and cluttered. The dingy paint was not helping either. I’ll work on taking pictures when he wakes up.

     The downside to this update? Our cute little front bedroom is once again a junk room. I’ll have to get in there and do some serious work. It’s a really glamorous combo of crib pieces and Davis’s old furniture and all the stuff that vomited out of his closet. I am the eye-rolling emoji right now. I will not work on taking pictures of that.

     I’m going to leave this stream of consciousness with the list of posts I keep telling myself I’ll write:

  • Dining room update (a REAL one…spoiler alert: I bought a new plant)
  • Davis’s room
  • Our closet
  • A living room update (a REAL one)

     I started this post yesterday, but now that it’s Friday, I’ll link it for Friday Favorites and call it done! Happy weekend!

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Friday, March 10, 2017

Friday Favorites

     Fri-YAY! It has been a slow climb to spring break, but we’ve made it and could not be more ready for this week!  I was all set to enjoy Fun Friday by scrubbing my classroom for the last hour of the day, but a text from Davis’s teacher yesterday about a little temp changed our plans.  I do NOT love a sinus infection, but an extra day to rest is so welcome!

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     I have done all.the.laundry. and introduced Davis to ranch dressing…so I’d say the weekend is off to a good start! 

     In unrelated news, my sister and I have been doing Whole30 for the last 13 days, and they have been the longest 13 days of my life…That’s not entirely true, but it is requiring a lot of thought and a lot of tiny label reading.  All things considered, I am actually enjoying it! The food is good, and there is almost nothing I love more than a sense of accomplishment…except a cupcake.

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I’m still waiting on my tiger blood.

     Bouncing to yet another topic, we are moving Davis into a big boy bed this weekend…y’all. A big boy bed! I cannot wait to see how it goes. He is going to be so cute and tiny in it. I will try to get around to taking some pictures once it’s all put up and done.

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     He is turning into such a big boy lately! Its almost time to start thinking about a birthday party…for my two year old. Can’t. He is my favorite little boy on Earth.

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     This post is turning into follow the bouncing ball (the bouncing ball being my train of thought). Ignore my dirty mirror and focus instead on my Teen Witch vibes. I’m trying to become a nighttime showerer to save those few precious moments in the morning, and I may or may not have found a hairdo that works for me. This is big news! I’m flipping my hair over and doing three braids (regular not French) and then twisting it into a topknot (yellow, terry cloth scrunchy recommended). This is seriously life changing. I have so much more time to apply eyeliner and drink coffee! Praise. Hands.

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     I’ve also made it my mission to make plaid appropriate for work as often as possible. With a pair of skinny pants and some sassy jewelry, no one will know that it’s a hand-me-down that feels like pajamas. I just can’t do business-like. Simply cannot. Elementary teachers (and just people in general) should be able to move. Done and done.

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     Alright y’all…I’ve got to wake this boy up from a nap and see where the weekend takes us. What does one do when one has done all the laundry and cleaned the floors? This is a sense of freedom I’m not familiar with – happy weekend indeed!

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Saturday, February 25, 2017

Life Lately

     It’s February.  I don’t know what it is, but the first few months of the year always fly!  We’ve been busy living life over here. Nothing too glamorous. Nothing too exciting. Just normal life.

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     It’s been such a mild winter, and Davis has had so much fun playing outside! He has plearned how to ride a motorcycle, jump in puddles, and run from me on the way to the car each morning. He has such a big personality…I can’t imagine where he gets it from…

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     He also got himself a really handsome, big boy haircut…he looks like a little man. I can’t. He is inching closer to two, and I’m not ready.  We’re making the move to a big boy bed over spring break, and once school is out I’m putting his hiney in underwear. Where is my baby?!

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     In news unrelated to my teenager, Keith installed new floors in the living room, dining room, and hallway, and I am in loooooove. It has changed my opinion of our paint colors, pushed up our new couch timeline, and brought me to our gorgeous new rug. It is so cushy and cozy and I can’t keep my eyes and toes off of it.

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     I’m including this as a reminder to myself of how nice the classroom (…I just typed “house” instead of classroom…life) looks when it’s clean. Also, it took me three and a half years, but I finally have matching desks and have found organizational systems that work and keep me sane. Praise. Hands.

     I was talking to my kids the other day about responsibility, and said, “Y’all it’s almost March!”  …and then I realized that it’s almost March! What in the world?!  In the day to day, I sometimes feel things draaaaaaaging on, and then I turn around one time, and we’ve got two weeks until spring break and the last quarter of the year!

     I have about 1.2 billion things left to do this year and then summer and a birthday for my boy and all of these things, and I’m exhausted just thinking about it.  Is this what being a grown up is?

     As per usual, I have about a million post ideas rolling aorund the old think tank, and if I ever figure out a way to keep my eyes open past 9 p.m. then I’ll have a lot to say! In the meantime, I’ve got about an hour of naptime left and lots of fun grown up things to do like pay bills and dust mop the floors. #glamour