Dear Diary, Wednesday October 31, 2018 Happy Halloween
So two days ago on Monday Kael walks home from school and says, "Mom I felt awful all day and now I feel miserable." I responded, "Kael, why didn't you go to the nurse?"
"Because Mom, you told me not to".
Let me clarify... I have never told my children to "not go" to the nurse. I have told them to suck it up and deal with their minor irritations, but never to "not go". I had a good laugh and explained it is ok to go when you you feel that bad. Turns out he had a fever and so to the couch with him.
Yesterday he never left the couch. My sweet loving boy so sick. I was so wrapped up in him being sick and trying to keep up on everything I almost forgot Eden's parent teacher conference. I think that is the story for poor Eden... So sweet, understanding, good, and dedicated that she gets forgotten and that breaks my heart. Thankfully when I wrote her teacher for her to ride the bus she reminded me of the conference and thankfully I live a 2 minute drive to the school. Thankfully both boys were sleeping and a neighbor kept an eye on them. And it all worked out and I got to see Eden at school.
Who did go to the nurse saying she felt sick, but when asked if she wanted to go to gymnastics or go home she decided she was much better because she didn't want to miss gymnastics that day...
It was a rough night last night... Connor kept getting out of bed and then around 3 am Kael came in bed with me sick. I got him medicine and then around 5 Connor came back in bed with me. Then, by 6 Connor was throwing up. Gross.
So, all Halloween plans were canceled. I had a friend take the girls to school because I did not want Kael watching Connor for 10 minutes because carma... If I left I knew he would throw up while I was gone. Thankfully no more pukes. But, after I got the girls to school we all snoozed on the couch.
Then, I got into gear and started cleaning and sanitizing everything... I went to mow the grass because I knew it was suppose to rain tonight so I thought perfect timing. Well the lawn mower wouldn't work... Just my luck. It was working 3 weeks ago when Derek was here OF COURSE... It has gas and I just can't figure it out.
That wasn't so bad because whatever the grass can be tall. I went to scrub the girls rug I had airing out and saw in the sunlight it really had a huge yellow pee stain on it... Stupid dogs. I love them but I HATE when they are naughty. So, I went to scrubbing and I could not get the stain out, but I think the smell is gone... (Except remember it had torrential downpour of rain tonight sooooo back to square one)
While cleaning the rug the mosquitoes came out in full force and started eating me alive! Thank goodness for deet. I finally worked on some of that never ending laundry...
The dishes got cleaned and the house too for goodness sake. And then the girls came home from school. And it was party time.
We made mummy hot dogs for dinner. It was so fun. Eden wants to learn to bake and cook and I'm excited because I think she is finally capable to some degree. This next summer will be a fun summer for the kids to learn to really cook.
After dinner we watched Garfield's Halloween. Traditions. I even got some chili out of the freezer for my dinner. As we were watching Garfield's Halloween we got trick or treaters at the door and the kids decided it was time for costumes.
The ran and got them on and we took off and left the candy on the door step. We met up with some friends and Eden ran off with her friend while I took Kael, Elara and Connor. Elara decided she just wanted to stick with us. Well we went one direction and decided to turn around and go to Elara's friend from school Alex's house. We made it right at our house before the rain started...
It reminds me of a song my Dad loved. An old Australian song I believe by Ralph Harris...
It went a little something like this...
In the wet, in the wet, in the wet, in the wet. It gets about as wet as it can get. Well it's raining cats and dogs and I can't stand them croaking frogs. Oh brother it's wet.
Ya that about sums it up.
We ran to Alex's house grabbed some candy and ran in the rain back to our house. The short 2 houses down and across one street completed soaked their costumes and I was done. We did this last year and I was not about to do it again.
So, we changed our clothes, ate some candy, and started a show. By the time we started the show trick or treaters were venturing out so we sat on the porch and handed out candy instead, which was more fun if you ask me. Then, when it calmed down we started storks. Not a scary show, but a happy general consensus. When you have 4 children to get them all to agree on one thing is a nightmare. About a quarter of the way through the movie Eden came home, happy with a pillow case with lots of candy.
The kids finished the show while I 'rested my eyes on the couch'. Then, bedtime. I was so happy for bed. The candy will slowly start going away. The preparation for Thanksgiving can begin, and oh help me please cold weather blow in and get rid of the mosquitoes.
I think in the last 5 years Derek came home from work in time for 1 Halloween... So, in reality it isn't much different than previous years. I'm just glad we did a lot of the traditions and watch a lot of fun Halloween movies with him before he left.
I didn't even write about our flu shot extravaganza. Maybe I'll document that nightmare when Kael finally gets his when he isn't sick.
Dried and warm in bed. I'm sleep deprived so I think I'll go to bed.
Good night Halloween.
Love,
Wimpy Halloween Mom
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Saturday, October 27, 2018
Entry #7 Fun, fatiguing, fantastic, festive, flamboyant, fabulous Saturday
Dear Diary, Saturday October, 27, 2018
The fatigue of doing it all has set in. That or my squat work out literally kicked my butt. Ouch. So, there you go for wimpy Mom. Can't even handle a squat work out from yesterday!
We have been so busy. I love staying busy. It helps me to not feel wimpy and yet at times it does. Because I am human and I get tired, so I feel wimpy. Makes no sense whatsoever so why did I even write that?... Hmmmm.
When I'm busy I don't have time to complain or wimp out. But, then I get tired and overwhelmed and that makes me feel wimpy. I'm just going to have to stale mate and realize I just can't get out of being a wimp. Did I say this twice? Fatigue is doing me in.
So, Kael had a soccer game at 6 last night. Kids were in bed close to 8:30 and then we got up this morning for another soccer game at 8 am. I have fallen in love with being a soccer Mom. I love cheering for my kids. It brings me so much joy. Driving them around a million places is hard, but the cheering them on part brings on so much euphoria, gratification, cloud nine, joie de vivre (googled it), ya, I feel that! It's fun.
After soccer the kids had a practice for our primary program tomorrow. Dropped them off and then I chased Connor around Walmart to kill time.
Then, we rushed Kael to karate practice. Fed the kids food, cleaned up a little. Dropped Eden off at a friends house and then dropped Kael and Elara off at another friends house. And finally laid down for a nap with just me and Connor. It was so nice. I only slept for about an hour before life came crashing in. I made cookies for the trunk or treat, cleaned the house (ya I really did! Almost all of it), cleaned the van for the trunk or treat and got out costumes and everything ready.
Picked up Eden, got everyone dressed for the trunk or treat and we took off with the Linck family. They were so much fun and I'm so glad we could go together. Sarah was a garden gnome, Robert and Ryan were chickens and Alice was a flamingo. It was so awesome.
Kael was the red lego ninjago Kai. Eden was a scary pirate girl. Elara was a fairy witch. And Connor was Spiderman. I had a small witch hat from the dollar store and put on some red lipstick. Scary enough.
We only lost Connor about 10 times that night. He kept running around the church or out the church doors. It was so frustrating. It was so full that I couldn't keep track of him. Oddly enough he was the only spiderman I saw that night though. Lots of other superheros, but the only spiderman.
The kids all completely filled their buckets with candy. We had two wards combined for the trunk or treat part and so there were like 100 cars lined up easily.
Somehow I managed to get all the children bathed when we got home. Even after bathing the girls and using make up remover they still have make up on their cute little cheeks. I just hope it fades before the primary program tomorrow.
Did I mention the fatigue of doing this all on my own? Cause ya'll (I'm a Texan now), I am TIRED.
Good night diary,
Signed your wimpy fatigued Mom
The fatigue of doing it all has set in. That or my squat work out literally kicked my butt. Ouch. So, there you go for wimpy Mom. Can't even handle a squat work out from yesterday!
We have been so busy. I love staying busy. It helps me to not feel wimpy and yet at times it does. Because I am human and I get tired, so I feel wimpy. Makes no sense whatsoever so why did I even write that?... Hmmmm.
When I'm busy I don't have time to complain or wimp out. But, then I get tired and overwhelmed and that makes me feel wimpy. I'm just going to have to stale mate and realize I just can't get out of being a wimp. Did I say this twice? Fatigue is doing me in.
So, Kael had a soccer game at 6 last night. Kids were in bed close to 8:30 and then we got up this morning for another soccer game at 8 am. I have fallen in love with being a soccer Mom. I love cheering for my kids. It brings me so much joy. Driving them around a million places is hard, but the cheering them on part brings on so much euphoria, gratification, cloud nine, joie de vivre (googled it), ya, I feel that! It's fun.
After soccer the kids had a practice for our primary program tomorrow. Dropped them off and then I chased Connor around Walmart to kill time.
Then, we rushed Kael to karate practice. Fed the kids food, cleaned up a little. Dropped Eden off at a friends house and then dropped Kael and Elara off at another friends house. And finally laid down for a nap with just me and Connor. It was so nice. I only slept for about an hour before life came crashing in. I made cookies for the trunk or treat, cleaned the house (ya I really did! Almost all of it), cleaned the van for the trunk or treat and got out costumes and everything ready.
Picked up Eden, got everyone dressed for the trunk or treat and we took off with the Linck family. They were so much fun and I'm so glad we could go together. Sarah was a garden gnome, Robert and Ryan were chickens and Alice was a flamingo. It was so awesome.
Kael was the red lego ninjago Kai. Eden was a scary pirate girl. Elara was a fairy witch. And Connor was Spiderman. I had a small witch hat from the dollar store and put on some red lipstick. Scary enough.
We only lost Connor about 10 times that night. He kept running around the church or out the church doors. It was so frustrating. It was so full that I couldn't keep track of him. Oddly enough he was the only spiderman I saw that night though. Lots of other superheros, but the only spiderman.
The kids all completely filled their buckets with candy. We had two wards combined for the trunk or treat part and so there were like 100 cars lined up easily.
Somehow I managed to get all the children bathed when we got home. Even after bathing the girls and using make up remover they still have make up on their cute little cheeks. I just hope it fades before the primary program tomorrow.
Did I mention the fatigue of doing this all on my own? Cause ya'll (I'm a Texan now), I am TIRED.
Good night diary,
Signed your wimpy fatigued Mom
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
Entry #6 Be Not Troubled
Dear Diary, October 24, 2018 Thursday
I have two favorite smells in the whole world. Laugh if you must. My second favorite but a close tie to first is the smell of newborn baby head. Fresh, brand new, innocent, pure, baby head. Number 2 is Derek smell. It's so silly, but he smells like Derek and it takes my breath away. It's pure, manly, Derek. I could smell a shirt that he just put in the hamper forever. I promise he doesn't smell gross! Laugh all you want it is true. With my favorite smells I can think of no words that describe the joy that come from those smells. It makes sense why smell is one of the 5 senses. It creates unique feelings inside.
As I no longer have any new babies I'm stuck with an old sweater of Derek's. I can't bring myself to wash it. I've smelt it probably 50 times today. It makes my heart happy. Weird and wimpy. Ya. I can admit it, but like I said words can't describe the joy of those pure smells.
Derek's extended family has a group family text message group. I love it so much. Easy access to family updates. And every week his Uncle Rob posts a conference talk from the most recent general conference from church. This week was a talk by Elder Ronald A. Rasband called, "Be Not Troubled". It was actually a favorite of mine from this last conference.
Today was busy, but I took time to listen to the talk again today in the car while driving. One of my favorite quotes from his talk says,
"Optimism, courage, even charity come from a heart not burdened by troubles or turmoil".
His whole talk was on the ways to of course not fear and not be troubled. I have to admit that in my heart before Derek left I was so deeply troubled. I guess being in my shoes it would be hard to not be troubled. Hearing this talk brought peace to my soul. I remembered that I am doing the things in life that can lift my burdens of my heart and be not troubled. And from remembering those things now I have the promise of optimism, courage, and charity.
Those are all things that I want and need. No longer will I be burdened with fear for the future, discouraged about what may or not be in our future, and a love for the service our family is giving to others. Peace. A unique feeling inside similar to how I feel when I smell the things I love.
In other news report cards come out this week. I met with Kael and Elara's teachers today. They have definitely inherited their fathers genes of being smartie pants. All 3 kids have worked so very hard and gotten straight A's. I'm so proud of my children. I was blessed to have good reports from their teachers. Stories of honesty, hard work, and dedication from my sweet Kael. Kael has so much integrity. His teachers told me stories of him reporting errors in their corrections and honestly saying he didn't complete work, and afraid he wouldn't measure up. His bravery to be honest brings tears to my eyes. He didn't realize they were such minimal things. It took so much courage for him to learn and grow. To hearing about my sweet Elara being so empathetic and having so much charity for her fellow classmates. Tonight she prayed for family prayer. She prayed for each classmate that was home sick today by name that they would be well and able to come to class. She lifts those around her, encourages them, and has so much compassion. I'm so blessed to see that when I volunteer in her class.
All four of my children take after their Dad. No wimpy genes at all. They are just stuck with a wimpy Mom who cries as she sees their faces bringing joy to the world.
Sincerely,
A Very Wimpy Mom Tonight
I have two favorite smells in the whole world. Laugh if you must. My second favorite but a close tie to first is the smell of newborn baby head. Fresh, brand new, innocent, pure, baby head. Number 2 is Derek smell. It's so silly, but he smells like Derek and it takes my breath away. It's pure, manly, Derek. I could smell a shirt that he just put in the hamper forever. I promise he doesn't smell gross! Laugh all you want it is true. With my favorite smells I can think of no words that describe the joy that come from those smells. It makes sense why smell is one of the 5 senses. It creates unique feelings inside.
As I no longer have any new babies I'm stuck with an old sweater of Derek's. I can't bring myself to wash it. I've smelt it probably 50 times today. It makes my heart happy. Weird and wimpy. Ya. I can admit it, but like I said words can't describe the joy of those pure smells.
Derek's extended family has a group family text message group. I love it so much. Easy access to family updates. And every week his Uncle Rob posts a conference talk from the most recent general conference from church. This week was a talk by Elder Ronald A. Rasband called, "Be Not Troubled". It was actually a favorite of mine from this last conference.
Today was busy, but I took time to listen to the talk again today in the car while driving. One of my favorite quotes from his talk says,
"Optimism, courage, even charity come from a heart not burdened by troubles or turmoil".
His whole talk was on the ways to of course not fear and not be troubled. I have to admit that in my heart before Derek left I was so deeply troubled. I guess being in my shoes it would be hard to not be troubled. Hearing this talk brought peace to my soul. I remembered that I am doing the things in life that can lift my burdens of my heart and be not troubled. And from remembering those things now I have the promise of optimism, courage, and charity.
Those are all things that I want and need. No longer will I be burdened with fear for the future, discouraged about what may or not be in our future, and a love for the service our family is giving to others. Peace. A unique feeling inside similar to how I feel when I smell the things I love.
In other news report cards come out this week. I met with Kael and Elara's teachers today. They have definitely inherited their fathers genes of being smartie pants. All 3 kids have worked so very hard and gotten straight A's. I'm so proud of my children. I was blessed to have good reports from their teachers. Stories of honesty, hard work, and dedication from my sweet Kael. Kael has so much integrity. His teachers told me stories of him reporting errors in their corrections and honestly saying he didn't complete work, and afraid he wouldn't measure up. His bravery to be honest brings tears to my eyes. He didn't realize they were such minimal things. It took so much courage for him to learn and grow. To hearing about my sweet Elara being so empathetic and having so much charity for her fellow classmates. Tonight she prayed for family prayer. She prayed for each classmate that was home sick today by name that they would be well and able to come to class. She lifts those around her, encourages them, and has so much compassion. I'm so blessed to see that when I volunteer in her class.
All four of my children take after their Dad. No wimpy genes at all. They are just stuck with a wimpy Mom who cries as she sees their faces bringing joy to the world.
Sincerely,
A Very Wimpy Mom Tonight
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
Entry #5 Pirate Pete must DIE: again...
Dear Diary, October 23, 2018 Tuesday
If Monday's are manic than Tuesdays are frantic. Elara got a headache today and the school nurse insisted I bring her something to help her go back to class or take her home. So Connor and I loaded up in the car and checked on her. I brought some tylenol in case it was really bad. I think she is just being "wimpy" and misses Dad, or was tired, or just needed some attention or a break from school. Whatever it was probably a small headache she just needed love. It was a joy to see her smile again when I said I would stay with her for lunch. I wish I had more of me to go with each kid every day and spend more one on one time.
So Elara was my wimpy buddy today. We were wimps together. I needed that because Connor isn't a wimp at all! He is just a crazy energetic boy who is so cute you can't help but want to squish him in a hug or pinch his cheek.
Wimpy once again...
The frantic Tuesday usually gets heavy at school pick up on Tuesdays. The kids rush home, do homework or chores and then the running around like chickens with their heads cut off begins. The kids got all their toys back from two week confinement from head lice (ya that happened and this wimp hated it!) The joy on their faces and the stuffed animals strewn throughout the house!
Kael got a ride to soccer. The girls ate dinner and then I dropped them off at gymnastics while I ran to get Kael and his buddy from soccer. Then we picked up Elara, dropped off friend came home fed Kael. Friend picked up Kael for scouts, and I went and picked up Eden from gymnastics. Frantic right!?! Am I where I need to be and am I going to be late panic. Thankfully there is only one more week like this since soccer ends a week after Saturday! I'm going to miss it though!
Elara got invited to join a more advanced gymnastics class. We are all so excited because that means one less class on a Tuesday! It is going to work out so great and she is learning so quickly!
This will hopefully free up some time in case the kid decide to do a sport in the spring that is on Tuesday and Thursdays.
Frantic and Wimpy. That is how I felt today.
So a funny story for your entertaining pleasure.
We have a Sharice size pirate skeleton Halloween decoration complete with a skeleton bird on it's shoulder. We call him Pirate Pete and the bird is Jack like Jack Sparrow.
Anyway, it is strategically placed in the dining room between walkways. I have told myself he is there a thousand times because D is gone and I scare easily.
D is always trying to scare us in random ways. Hide in a closet and jump out. Lye on the floor next to the bathroom and wait for you to come out. Put Nicholas Cage pictures on the toilet lid and cupboards for April Fools. Things like that. So, Pirate Pete is up his alley. He moved him all over the house before he left and scared me to death.
Back to the story. So because of his location I am always so careful walking into the dining room to remind myself "Pirate Pete is watching out for you don't be a WIMP!" And I handle it really well.
Well, tonight after turning off all the lights and all the kids are in bed I walk from the kitchen to the dining room (the opposite direction of how I prepare myself to see Pirate Pete). My guard was down. Oh it was so down to past the floor. I saw something in the corner of my eye! I walked around the corner and BAM $##%%#!!!!! Pirate Pete staring at me in the face! My cortisol levels instantly kicked into fight or flight mode and I'm not a fighter but a lover to flight was my option turns out! My heart instantly went to about a 1000 beats a minute. Wanted to scream bloody murder but the kids were in bed and somehow I kept my mouth shut, but I think that made my heart pound faster...
After grabbing my heart to hold it in my chest I tried to laugh, but seriously couldn't. STUPID PIRATE PETE! Then, I tell myself he is just watching out for you while D is gone. And repeat that to myself 100 times because the kids love him so much I can't take him down before Halloween, but man I have now thought about taking him down 100 times in the last hour...
Wimpy alone factor just went up to level 10 today. I'm not sure what that means as I haven't made a scale yet, but it's high I tell you, oh so high.
Oh joy, I am living an adventurous life having Pirate Pete around. I like a man with meat on his bones D so Pirate Pete is NOT a good replacement for you...
I miss you.
No kids in my bed tonight for the first night since you've been gone... Maybe that drops my wimpy alone factor to a 9 1/2. I might go grab Kael in a minute and let him in. We shall see.
Thanks for listening diary. I needed it tonight.
Love,
Wimpy Mom
If Monday's are manic than Tuesdays are frantic. Elara got a headache today and the school nurse insisted I bring her something to help her go back to class or take her home. So Connor and I loaded up in the car and checked on her. I brought some tylenol in case it was really bad. I think she is just being "wimpy" and misses Dad, or was tired, or just needed some attention or a break from school. Whatever it was probably a small headache she just needed love. It was a joy to see her smile again when I said I would stay with her for lunch. I wish I had more of me to go with each kid every day and spend more one on one time.
So Elara was my wimpy buddy today. We were wimps together. I needed that because Connor isn't a wimp at all! He is just a crazy energetic boy who is so cute you can't help but want to squish him in a hug or pinch his cheek.
Wimpy once again...
The frantic Tuesday usually gets heavy at school pick up on Tuesdays. The kids rush home, do homework or chores and then the running around like chickens with their heads cut off begins. The kids got all their toys back from two week confinement from head lice (ya that happened and this wimp hated it!) The joy on their faces and the stuffed animals strewn throughout the house!
Kael got a ride to soccer. The girls ate dinner and then I dropped them off at gymnastics while I ran to get Kael and his buddy from soccer. Then we picked up Elara, dropped off friend came home fed Kael. Friend picked up Kael for scouts, and I went and picked up Eden from gymnastics. Frantic right!?! Am I where I need to be and am I going to be late panic. Thankfully there is only one more week like this since soccer ends a week after Saturday! I'm going to miss it though!
Elara got invited to join a more advanced gymnastics class. We are all so excited because that means one less class on a Tuesday! It is going to work out so great and she is learning so quickly!
This will hopefully free up some time in case the kid decide to do a sport in the spring that is on Tuesday and Thursdays.
Frantic and Wimpy. That is how I felt today.
So a funny story for your entertaining pleasure.
We have a Sharice size pirate skeleton Halloween decoration complete with a skeleton bird on it's shoulder. We call him Pirate Pete and the bird is Jack like Jack Sparrow.
Anyway, it is strategically placed in the dining room between walkways. I have told myself he is there a thousand times because D is gone and I scare easily.
D is always trying to scare us in random ways. Hide in a closet and jump out. Lye on the floor next to the bathroom and wait for you to come out. Put Nicholas Cage pictures on the toilet lid and cupboards for April Fools. Things like that. So, Pirate Pete is up his alley. He moved him all over the house before he left and scared me to death.
Back to the story. So because of his location I am always so careful walking into the dining room to remind myself "Pirate Pete is watching out for you don't be a WIMP!" And I handle it really well.
Well, tonight after turning off all the lights and all the kids are in bed I walk from the kitchen to the dining room (the opposite direction of how I prepare myself to see Pirate Pete). My guard was down. Oh it was so down to past the floor. I saw something in the corner of my eye! I walked around the corner and BAM $##%%#!!!!! Pirate Pete staring at me in the face! My cortisol levels instantly kicked into fight or flight mode and I'm not a fighter but a lover to flight was my option turns out! My heart instantly went to about a 1000 beats a minute. Wanted to scream bloody murder but the kids were in bed and somehow I kept my mouth shut, but I think that made my heart pound faster...
After grabbing my heart to hold it in my chest I tried to laugh, but seriously couldn't. STUPID PIRATE PETE! Then, I tell myself he is just watching out for you while D is gone. And repeat that to myself 100 times because the kids love him so much I can't take him down before Halloween, but man I have now thought about taking him down 100 times in the last hour...
Wimpy alone factor just went up to level 10 today. I'm not sure what that means as I haven't made a scale yet, but it's high I tell you, oh so high.
Oh joy, I am living an adventurous life having Pirate Pete around. I like a man with meat on his bones D so Pirate Pete is NOT a good replacement for you...
I miss you.
No kids in my bed tonight for the first night since you've been gone... Maybe that drops my wimpy alone factor to a 9 1/2. I might go grab Kael in a minute and let him in. We shall see.
Thanks for listening diary. I needed it tonight.
Love,
Wimpy Mom
Monday, October 22, 2018
Entry #4 Monday Madness
Dear Diary, October 22, 2018
It’s just another manic Monday. I wish I could say that
today is a wimpy day, but for once it doesn’t seem that wimpy. Other than the
laundry pile that I have to get through. Wow that makes me want to wimp out. Never
mind.
I love days that I can accomplish a lot. When I wake up on
time, and get the kids ready on time. I’m watching a friend’s kiddo today and
he is an angel. Got my work out done! Made dinner in a crock pot. I mean it feels
so great to accomplish so many things. Except the dumb laundry.
Sunday was so refreshing. Probably because I took a really
long nap to catch up on lack of sleep from staying up WAY too late. However,
all that said even with little feet and hands kicking me in the face all night
I wake up and I feel good. I’m not sure how that is possible, but it is
happening. I think it is a tender mercy from heaven.
We just had a general conference for our church, The Church
of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. We have a living prophet just like when
Jesus Christ was on the earth with 12 apostles. It is truly amazing and what’s
even better is that every 6 months we can listen to them. Well the prophet just
asked us to read the Book of Mormon by the end of the year. That’s about 6-10
pages a day. This book is amazing and it gives me so much strength. I’m so grateful
for a living prophet who can help me on my journey. God can let me know what I
need to succeed and it comes through the prophet.
Anyway, in the book I am reading about Nephi. A young man
whose family was asked to flee Jerusalem and come to American continent. So
many times, in his history he writes to keep the commandants diligently. Or to
faithfully keep the commandments and you will be blessed. I know that Derek and
I try so hard to live good and faithful lives. Because of this I know we are
blessed. I know that’s how I have the energy to wake up and take care of these
4 kids day in and day out and sometimes all night long.
When we make good choices our lives are blessed. I’m so grateful I chose to start over to read the Book of Mormon. It has a couple scriptures that have comforted me while Derek is away.
The first is 1 Nephi 3:7.
It says,
“And it came to pass that I, Nephi, said unto my father: I
will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the
Lord giveth no commandments unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a
way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them.”
Derek and I prayed about whether we should join the military
or not. We felt VERY strongly that this would be a challenge our family would
need to face. I know that the Lord commanded us to do this, and I also know
that we can accomplish this! We will get through his deployment. We need to stay
faithful and keep the commandments.
My second favorite scripture was earlier 1 Nephi 1:20. I
have read this chapter so many times in my life and this is the first time it
has stuck in my heart.
“… the tender mercies of the Lord
are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith.”
Derek and I have had SO MANY tender mercies this last month
preparing us. We were so lucky to find out early he would be leaving. We were
so lucky to have an entire month together without him having to go to work
every day. We had TIME. We haven’t had that much in the last four years so it
has been a true tender mercy. Our children have been blessed with extremely
good friends this year. Their teachers are helping and checking in on them
every day!
The day Derek left we had a rally of people to support me and
the kids. So many tender mercies!
We had the faith to make this choice, to do hard things. I
know we are blessed because of it. I’m so grateful for tender mercies.
Derek is on his last flight of the journey today. So close
to finally getting there. We are excited to get it all started officially! Time
to WORK!
I guess I should get back to the laundry…. I
feel wimpy again. Haha
Oh boy.
Till next time,
Wimpy Mom signing out
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Entry #3 Wimpy Saturday
Dear Diary, Saturday October 20, 2018
I wish I could wimpyly sleep in on a Saturday morning. Oh wait. That's what I did. The kids fended for themselves. The children ravished any food they could find lying around. Somehow they didn't find the cereal I bought the other day... We never have cereal so I thought for certain they would find it. The 3 littles played kitchen and watched shows. I'm certain K did for a while, but then he did all of his chores, practiced piano, fed the lizard, read his scriptures, said his prayers, cleaned his room. Everything but his work out. Turns out he wanted to go play. When he was done he played outside for a while and then asked to go play at a friends house. I can't say no when the kid is an A kid. After I finally emerged from my hobbit hole hiding place aka my bed we all got ready and started the long process of cleaning up after C.... Ya, that kid is a walking tornado.
It felt good to get stuff done. The house finally doesn't seem like a bomb went off. There is still a lot to be done, BUT the bomb pieces have been picked up. It makes it a happier place to be. I've always loved things in order. I'm a wimp in a dirty house.
My friend Sarah invited us to go play soccer around lunch time with their family. It was so much fun. It was so nice to have fresh air and to RUN. It was on a small basketball court, but sweating and laughing with the kids soothed my soul. Sarah's husband is TDY until May, so having a partner in crime is so nice. There's just something nice about having a friend going through what you are going through at the exact same time.
When we got back EM and K stayed and played for a while and I put C down for a nap. EJ hung out and watched shows while I did some more cleaning and then we snuggled for a while. I was pretty exhausted.
Then, we went and picked up my Super Saturday crafts. Don't let the super fool you into thinking super hero. Crafts that are pretty much made up for me. I'm not crafty. I'm wimpy remember.
Then, we drove around town and calling about 10 different pharmacies/instacares looking for stupid flu shots. No one in town is willing to give a 3 year old the flu shot. It is the most absurd thing I've heard... One of the more likely age groups to catch the flu and yet no one would vaccinate my child.
And, our doctors office on the military base doesn't have flu vaccines....... If my children catch the flu, this Mama is going to go Mama Bear on someone.
So, to calm myself down we all stopped at the store and I bought icecream AND a treat, because just trying to get flu shots for 5 people was a nightmare. Imagine when we all actually receive said shot...
I feel my wimpyness getting stronger. Not to mention the right click on a laptop doesn't let you spell check so my handwriting is in fact wimpy.
We watched Alexander's No Good Very Bad Day after dinner of hot dogs, which were fabulous. And then add the ice cream and staying up late. It was a good day after all. Especially after watching that movie with a Mom and a Dad with 4 kids and bombing the day basically it made me feel like a rock star Mom.
And then I realized I hadn't gotten a text in a while. And that Captain Wimpy pants is still "trying" to sleep. I hope he is sleeping somehow...
And I miss him. And now I feel wimpy again.
Here's to hoping tomorrow involves less ice cream and less wimpyness. Earlier bed time and maybe better spelling.
I wish I could wimpyly sleep in on a Saturday morning. Oh wait. That's what I did. The kids fended for themselves. The children ravished any food they could find lying around. Somehow they didn't find the cereal I bought the other day... We never have cereal so I thought for certain they would find it. The 3 littles played kitchen and watched shows. I'm certain K did for a while, but then he did all of his chores, practiced piano, fed the lizard, read his scriptures, said his prayers, cleaned his room. Everything but his work out. Turns out he wanted to go play. When he was done he played outside for a while and then asked to go play at a friends house. I can't say no when the kid is an A kid. After I finally emerged from my hobbit hole hiding place aka my bed we all got ready and started the long process of cleaning up after C.... Ya, that kid is a walking tornado.
It felt good to get stuff done. The house finally doesn't seem like a bomb went off. There is still a lot to be done, BUT the bomb pieces have been picked up. It makes it a happier place to be. I've always loved things in order. I'm a wimp in a dirty house.
My friend Sarah invited us to go play soccer around lunch time with their family. It was so much fun. It was so nice to have fresh air and to RUN. It was on a small basketball court, but sweating and laughing with the kids soothed my soul. Sarah's husband is TDY until May, so having a partner in crime is so nice. There's just something nice about having a friend going through what you are going through at the exact same time.
When we got back EM and K stayed and played for a while and I put C down for a nap. EJ hung out and watched shows while I did some more cleaning and then we snuggled for a while. I was pretty exhausted.
Then, we went and picked up my Super Saturday crafts. Don't let the super fool you into thinking super hero. Crafts that are pretty much made up for me. I'm not crafty. I'm wimpy remember.
Then, we drove around town and calling about 10 different pharmacies/instacares looking for stupid flu shots. No one in town is willing to give a 3 year old the flu shot. It is the most absurd thing I've heard... One of the more likely age groups to catch the flu and yet no one would vaccinate my child.
And, our doctors office on the military base doesn't have flu vaccines....... If my children catch the flu, this Mama is going to go Mama Bear on someone.
So, to calm myself down we all stopped at the store and I bought icecream AND a treat, because just trying to get flu shots for 5 people was a nightmare. Imagine when we all actually receive said shot...
I feel my wimpyness getting stronger. Not to mention the right click on a laptop doesn't let you spell check so my handwriting is in fact wimpy.
We watched Alexander's No Good Very Bad Day after dinner of hot dogs, which were fabulous. And then add the ice cream and staying up late. It was a good day after all. Especially after watching that movie with a Mom and a Dad with 4 kids and bombing the day basically it made me feel like a rock star Mom.
And then I realized I hadn't gotten a text in a while. And that Captain Wimpy pants is still "trying" to sleep. I hope he is sleeping somehow...
And I miss him. And now I feel wimpy again.
Here's to hoping tomorrow involves less ice cream and less wimpyness. Earlier bed time and maybe better spelling.
Friday, October 19, 2018
Entry #2
Dear Diary, October 19, 2018 Friday night
The best way to make a Mom into a Wimpy Mom is to have Captain Wimpy Pants (That's a good name for him) himself go on social media and proclaim his love for Wimpy Mom and ask everyone to take care of her while Captain Wimpy Pants goes to a war area for 6 months. This pretty much insured my wimpy factor for the next 6 months. You see since Wimpy Mom avoids social media (for so many various reasons) this has all of a sudden caused an influx in messages of love and concern for my well being.
It has in a sense made everyone hyper aware of our situation and now I am bombarded with reminders of how awesome and amazing we must be. I put on a mask of how great everything is going to be. Now what's really happening is inside I want to scream stop reminding me every second of the day and let me move on. But, I can't. I have to make sure everyone knows I'm Wimpy Mom and will be Wimpy Mom for 6 months and that all is well in Wimpy ville.
It is all well. I just miss Captain Wimpy Pants because he loves me so much to make sure I'm taken care of. And now I had about 15 reminders of how much he wants me taken care of while he is gone.
The man was still able to text me and pronounce his never ending love for me and yet it's begun. We are pathetic. Our communication is going to slow down tonight. He boarded a plane and left Germany to some crap hole in the world. No offense crap hole, we just have it really nice in Texas.
Where was I going with this?
Oh ya basically we are pathetic because we can still communicate and yet somehow have told each other we miss each other about 10 times today.
My popcorn is gone. I better stop rambling.
Wimpy Mom insurance number 2 of the night was ice cream sundaes with the little kids while K was out at a birthday party. Ice cream sundaes on night 3.
It was so much fun.
C made the house a disaster and I haven't had time to clean it up yet. I guess we know what Wimpy Family is doing tomorrow on Saturday morning because Wimpy Soccer team is canceled from the rain.
Hopefully Captain Wimpy Pants can get some sleep while traveling and arrives somewhere safe sometime soon...
All my love,
Wimpy Mom
The best way to make a Mom into a Wimpy Mom is to have Captain Wimpy Pants (That's a good name for him) himself go on social media and proclaim his love for Wimpy Mom and ask everyone to take care of her while Captain Wimpy Pants goes to a war area for 6 months. This pretty much insured my wimpy factor for the next 6 months. You see since Wimpy Mom avoids social media (for so many various reasons) this has all of a sudden caused an influx in messages of love and concern for my well being.
It has in a sense made everyone hyper aware of our situation and now I am bombarded with reminders of how awesome and amazing we must be. I put on a mask of how great everything is going to be. Now what's really happening is inside I want to scream stop reminding me every second of the day and let me move on. But, I can't. I have to make sure everyone knows I'm Wimpy Mom and will be Wimpy Mom for 6 months and that all is well in Wimpy ville.
It is all well. I just miss Captain Wimpy Pants because he loves me so much to make sure I'm taken care of. And now I had about 15 reminders of how much he wants me taken care of while he is gone.
The man was still able to text me and pronounce his never ending love for me and yet it's begun. We are pathetic. Our communication is going to slow down tonight. He boarded a plane and left Germany to some crap hole in the world. No offense crap hole, we just have it really nice in Texas.
Where was I going with this?
Oh ya basically we are pathetic because we can still communicate and yet somehow have told each other we miss each other about 10 times today.
My popcorn is gone. I better stop rambling.
Wimpy Mom insurance number 2 of the night was ice cream sundaes with the little kids while K was out at a birthday party. Ice cream sundaes on night 3.
It was so much fun.
C made the house a disaster and I haven't had time to clean it up yet. I guess we know what Wimpy Family is doing tomorrow on Saturday morning because Wimpy Soccer team is canceled from the rain.
Hopefully Captain Wimpy Pants can get some sleep while traveling and arrives somewhere safe sometime soon...
All my love,
Wimpy Mom
Wednesday, October 17, 2018
Diary of a Wimpy Mom entry 1
Dear Diary, October 17, 2018 Wednesday
I guess blogs are totally non existant anymore or at least not the cool thing. And I'm totally ok with that to be honest. I am a Mom of 4 rather young children so to want to do the cool thing would be just a little silly. Maybe I am silly, but not that way. I already have a blog; so why start another? Well, let me tell you why. My husband who I have been married to for 12 years just left on our very first deployment far far away for at least the next 6 months. They say writing is therapeutic so I thought I'd give it a go. Nephi in the Book of Mormon wrote two records. One about the history of his people and one the more spiritual feelings he had. So I guess my family blog is my record and this one is my "feelings" blog. Laugh away, I am right now as I type it out. And, I guess I'm writing so I can give my sweet husband something to laugh about.
Why is the blog called (Diary of a Wimpy Mom)? Well because I am a wimpy Mom. At least when I write on here I probably will always feel like a wimpy Mom. If you know me you will think, "Oh Sharice you're not wimpy, your a doctors wife and a military wife, you can't possibly have a wimpy gene in your body". Think again. Or maybe it just sounds cool. But, mostly I feel wimpy and writing it out might make me not wimpy.
This is the beginning of our deployment story. We found out in May and honestly it wasn't that big of a shock. Whenever something could "potentially" happen for us in the military it usually did. My husband is an anesthesiologist for the United States Air Force and sometimes it seems like "luck" is not on our side.
With all that however we felt really lucky to know almost 6 months in advance that he would be leaving. So many people have very little notice before they leave. We got to move houses, take a huge test, visit family, graduate residency, go on a vacation and have almost an entire month to hang out together before he left. It was quite awesome looking back. You would think that knowing 6 months in advance that he would be deploying that they would get his orders to him with a fairly good notice. That was not the case for us. We literally didn't know when he would leave until about 15 hours before he left...
That was our day yesterday. Hurry up and wait. We do that so often now it is a quote on our wall. At 3 pm he got the call to grab his orders and that mad dash began. It's a good thing that we are such organized, type A, crazy people who pack well in advance and have our check lists complete.
His flight was first thing in the morning. 8 am to be precise, which means we left at 6 am for the airport. I'm leaving out so many awesome details and I just don't care anymore. So be it. I'm tired from being up anxiously awaiting today almost the whole night. Last night he blessed our children and myself. "We do that in our church, it's pretty amazing." We got the kids and I our own special dog tags with a quote on it that is our school year quote to help us through the year. We got the kids a special picture framed with just them and their Dad to keep by their beds. It was so sweet and he is so sweet to our family.
This morning I won't forget though. My sweet husband. We loaded in our van. He prayed for us. We drove. Anxious. Knowing and yet not knowing what would happen. I have to say it went pretty perfect. Just how I wanted it to go. You play these scenes out in your mind so many times. Then, that creates expectations that mostly lead to disappointment when they don't turn out like the movie in your head. This was not one of those times.
We got great parking and with military bags and 4 children in tow let me say how awesome and a blessing that was. We walked him into the building. We found a quiet nook. I went to take a picture of the kids and their Dad. A sweet gentleman asked if he could take the picture and I actually got to be in the photo. I had prayed that would happen. My sweet husband hugged each of his children. He hugged me. We kissed. Elara covered her eyes. We cried. We cheered each other on. We went to leave and he asked for one more kiss. Our eyes were red and we walked in separate directions.
The kids were giddy and ready to go eat some yummy food because I promised them IHOP before school. We made it to our car easy peasy. Connor pushed the assistance button in the elevator for the first time. My dreaded nightmare happened. Guess what?! Nothing happened. It turned on and we walked away. I laughed inside because I faced a fear and lived through it.
We got to the van. The kids loaded in and then Connor yelled at me. "Not you Mom, DAD. I want Daddy!" Oh great, I thought in my head. It has already begun. With teary eyes I had to explain again that Daddy was leaving on an airplane for a long time and Mom was all that was here and can I help him with his seat belt. I think the airplane seemed exciting because he let me. And I bribed him with pancakes. That always helps. The girls were excited for the food. Can you guess who most? Yup, Eden. Eden was ready to eat. Elara's eyes were hurting. Kael was melancholy.
Just how I imagined. The drive was uneventful except every airplane in the sky must be Dad's.
We took our sweet time at IHOP and just enjoyed being together. We shared a hot chocolate. I got Elara an orange juice. The kids picked their own meal and it was just nice to be together. Having fun eating lots and lots of carbs.
We were only 5 minutes late to school. I got the I don't care my husband is deployed attitude down great I think. We went home and I turned on Paw Patrol for Connor. I had every intention of reading my scriptures. Opened them up and was ready to go and my eyelids got heavy. It was a much needed reprieve from the day. I volunteered at Elara's class. I had a friend call. She didn't know Derek had left, she was just checking in but wanted to invite us to dinner. Another friend texted and invited us to dinner. Two dinner invites in one day. This girl is blessed with great friends. We are doing pizza because I am over activity days for the girls tonight and it is going to be busy. Busy is good.
I picked up Connor from my other friends house and decided it was time to start writing. I don't know when Wimpy Husband will be able to read this, but it is written and begun. I can call him wimpy husband even though you think I shouldn't. You see even though he is a Man Man and is a doctor, and in the military he is wimpy. He cried when he left. There, see he must be wimpy. I bawled like a baby so I get wimpy Mom. Does sarcasm work when you write? Because I'm not very good at it when I speak it, so it probably doesn't work here. Hmmmm. I'll probably have to come up with a code word for wimpy husband because it just isn't working... Hottest man alive... MilitaryDocsHots..... Sexyscrubguy....
It's a work in progress and I've got at least 6 months to come up with it...
Till next time diary.
Yours for at least 6 months,
Wimpy Mom
I guess blogs are totally non existant anymore or at least not the cool thing. And I'm totally ok with that to be honest. I am a Mom of 4 rather young children so to want to do the cool thing would be just a little silly. Maybe I am silly, but not that way. I already have a blog; so why start another? Well, let me tell you why. My husband who I have been married to for 12 years just left on our very first deployment far far away for at least the next 6 months. They say writing is therapeutic so I thought I'd give it a go. Nephi in the Book of Mormon wrote two records. One about the history of his people and one the more spiritual feelings he had. So I guess my family blog is my record and this one is my "feelings" blog. Laugh away, I am right now as I type it out. And, I guess I'm writing so I can give my sweet husband something to laugh about.
Why is the blog called (Diary of a Wimpy Mom)? Well because I am a wimpy Mom. At least when I write on here I probably will always feel like a wimpy Mom. If you know me you will think, "Oh Sharice you're not wimpy, your a doctors wife and a military wife, you can't possibly have a wimpy gene in your body". Think again. Or maybe it just sounds cool. But, mostly I feel wimpy and writing it out might make me not wimpy.
This is the beginning of our deployment story. We found out in May and honestly it wasn't that big of a shock. Whenever something could "potentially" happen for us in the military it usually did. My husband is an anesthesiologist for the United States Air Force and sometimes it seems like "luck" is not on our side.
With all that however we felt really lucky to know almost 6 months in advance that he would be leaving. So many people have very little notice before they leave. We got to move houses, take a huge test, visit family, graduate residency, go on a vacation and have almost an entire month to hang out together before he left. It was quite awesome looking back. You would think that knowing 6 months in advance that he would be deploying that they would get his orders to him with a fairly good notice. That was not the case for us. We literally didn't know when he would leave until about 15 hours before he left...
That was our day yesterday. Hurry up and wait. We do that so often now it is a quote on our wall. At 3 pm he got the call to grab his orders and that mad dash began. It's a good thing that we are such organized, type A, crazy people who pack well in advance and have our check lists complete.
His flight was first thing in the morning. 8 am to be precise, which means we left at 6 am for the airport. I'm leaving out so many awesome details and I just don't care anymore. So be it. I'm tired from being up anxiously awaiting today almost the whole night. Last night he blessed our children and myself. "We do that in our church, it's pretty amazing." We got the kids and I our own special dog tags with a quote on it that is our school year quote to help us through the year. We got the kids a special picture framed with just them and their Dad to keep by their beds. It was so sweet and he is so sweet to our family.
This morning I won't forget though. My sweet husband. We loaded in our van. He prayed for us. We drove. Anxious. Knowing and yet not knowing what would happen. I have to say it went pretty perfect. Just how I wanted it to go. You play these scenes out in your mind so many times. Then, that creates expectations that mostly lead to disappointment when they don't turn out like the movie in your head. This was not one of those times.
We got great parking and with military bags and 4 children in tow let me say how awesome and a blessing that was. We walked him into the building. We found a quiet nook. I went to take a picture of the kids and their Dad. A sweet gentleman asked if he could take the picture and I actually got to be in the photo. I had prayed that would happen. My sweet husband hugged each of his children. He hugged me. We kissed. Elara covered her eyes. We cried. We cheered each other on. We went to leave and he asked for one more kiss. Our eyes were red and we walked in separate directions.
The kids were giddy and ready to go eat some yummy food because I promised them IHOP before school. We made it to our car easy peasy. Connor pushed the assistance button in the elevator for the first time. My dreaded nightmare happened. Guess what?! Nothing happened. It turned on and we walked away. I laughed inside because I faced a fear and lived through it.
We got to the van. The kids loaded in and then Connor yelled at me. "Not you Mom, DAD. I want Daddy!" Oh great, I thought in my head. It has already begun. With teary eyes I had to explain again that Daddy was leaving on an airplane for a long time and Mom was all that was here and can I help him with his seat belt. I think the airplane seemed exciting because he let me. And I bribed him with pancakes. That always helps. The girls were excited for the food. Can you guess who most? Yup, Eden. Eden was ready to eat. Elara's eyes were hurting. Kael was melancholy.
Just how I imagined. The drive was uneventful except every airplane in the sky must be Dad's.
We took our sweet time at IHOP and just enjoyed being together. We shared a hot chocolate. I got Elara an orange juice. The kids picked their own meal and it was just nice to be together. Having fun eating lots and lots of carbs.
We were only 5 minutes late to school. I got the I don't care my husband is deployed attitude down great I think. We went home and I turned on Paw Patrol for Connor. I had every intention of reading my scriptures. Opened them up and was ready to go and my eyelids got heavy. It was a much needed reprieve from the day. I volunteered at Elara's class. I had a friend call. She didn't know Derek had left, she was just checking in but wanted to invite us to dinner. Another friend texted and invited us to dinner. Two dinner invites in one day. This girl is blessed with great friends. We are doing pizza because I am over activity days for the girls tonight and it is going to be busy. Busy is good.
I picked up Connor from my other friends house and decided it was time to start writing. I don't know when Wimpy Husband will be able to read this, but it is written and begun. I can call him wimpy husband even though you think I shouldn't. You see even though he is a Man Man and is a doctor, and in the military he is wimpy. He cried when he left. There, see he must be wimpy. I bawled like a baby so I get wimpy Mom. Does sarcasm work when you write? Because I'm not very good at it when I speak it, so it probably doesn't work here. Hmmmm. I'll probably have to come up with a code word for wimpy husband because it just isn't working... Hottest man alive... MilitaryDocsHots..... Sexyscrubguy....
It's a work in progress and I've got at least 6 months to come up with it...
Till next time diary.
Yours for at least 6 months,
Wimpy Mom
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