I've been feeling a bit weary lately. I think it's due to the fact that I'm back working full-time outside the home while still trying to work full-time inside the home. My hubby has had to travel for work more than ever and has been gone most weekdays and weekends. I miss his presence...the strong hugs, the smile at just the right moment, the sound of him breathing next to me in bed. Although I adore our golden retriever, and am thankful to have her company, it's not quite the same hearing her sprawled out on his side of the bed.
We had small church group at our home last night, and although I don't feel a great burst of energy, I do feel a sense of peace. I love the feeling of our close friends gathered together to share the Gospel, prayer, heartfelt discussions, laughter and, ultimately, snacks. There is a glow they leave behind that is hard to explain. I can only say it must be the Holy Spirit.
So tonight, as I sit in the same room where our hearts and souls all opened last night, I will rememberer that everyone gets weary at times. Even Jesus needed to withdraw at times in order to pray and rest. I am in no means comparing myself to the Lord.....I just like the knowledge that even He had his moments!
I read this post tonight on ayala's blog, a sun kissed life, that soothed me. So....
For tonight I'm going to be kind to myself.
For tonight I'm going to not focus on the new wrinkles, gray hair, and extra pounds that are on my body.
For tonight I'm going to be compassionate towards myself...not only to others.
And....
For tonight I'm going to open my front door to a dear friend,
pour us both a glass of wine (maybe even two!),
and share the lighthearted joy of watching our favorite show "Parenthood".
Some nights that is more than enough.
How is your night going, friends? Are you being kind to yourself?
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
I Left My Heart.....In.....
Seattle!
Got ya, didn't I?
You thought I was going to say San Fransisco.
I love it there also.
But for this post I'm going to focus on Seattle because...
I.Fell.In.Love.With.It.
Started off the weekend at a Seattle Mariners game.
Self-pics are such fun!
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Pike Peak Market.
The pictures speak for themselves.
Gorgeous.
San Juan Islands in Puget Sound.
Wonderful friends live there.
Paradise.
We saw sea lions....
and whales from their patio.
Yes, the black dots are really whales!
More impressive in person!
Wine tasting at Chateau St. Michelle.
Cheers!
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Sailing. The wind. The wine. My guy. Who could ask for anything more? |
Ride the Ducks.
WWII amphibious landing craft.
Hilarious!
Ahhh...Seattle.
I'm coming back home to you ...someday!
Not really my home.
But it fit with the song .
This was an anniversary trip back in 2009.
Priceless memories.
Thanks for taking the trip down memory lane with me.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Singing the Sunday Night Blues
I'm so glad that it's 12:30 am on a Monday morning because that means that Sunday night is over! Why, you may ask, does that make me happy? I'm happy because the dreaded Sunday night "blues" are over...for another week. Can I get an "amen"?!
I wonder if other households, all around the world, experience this phenomenon. The "blues" are sneaky. We can be experiencing a beautiful Sunday together, full of dinners with Grammy and Papa, playing games (or watching games depending on the sports season), walking outside, or any of the other "Sunny Sunday" things we like to do. But then comes...
the witching hour.
The "blues" appear in different forms depending on the age of the infected. My husband usually starts with a small frown....just a slight furrowing of the brow accompanied with a downward turn of his lips. Seeing the signs, I ask, "Is anything wrong, honey?".
To which he promptly replies, "No...why do you ask?"
See! Those "blues" are so stealth he doesn't even realize he's contracted them yet. But I see it...the quietness, the vacant stare, the wandering around the house. He's got it bad.
My oldest son starts to exhibit his infection by looking out the window frequently and checking the weather report every 10 minutes. All of a sudden I become a "bookie" answering his questions. "Mom, what do you think the odds are that we'll get enough snow for a snow day?" & "Mom, what do you think the odds are that we will get a cold day? Like, how low does the temperature actually have to drop?" It feels like Vegas every Sunday night...without the fun!
Number two son shows the "blues" by reporting actual physical symptoms. This usually begins with a cough, or maybe a hand held to his stomach, and possibly even a run to the bathroom...just for extra drama. He's being thoughtful you see. He's preparing me for the 3 am text he will send saying he hasn't been able to sleep and he is reaaalllly sick, and he's not faking, and he realllly needs to stay home from school. I have begun to require an actual viewing of the vomit before I grant his request.
Last, but not least, is the girl child. Her blues are hard to detect because they get all mixed in with the "moody 13 year old hormones" so I'm not quite sure WHAT I'm dealing with till I look at the calender. Her eye rolls are just a bit more emphatic, her voice just a tad higher, and her tendency to realize that she has homework that she HAS to do NOW..on a Sunday evening...at 9:00 pm....and that she has a certain shirt that she HAS to have washed by tomorrow...and that she HAS to..well, you get the picture. Those are certain signs that another one bites the dust.
I'm starting to think that I need to escape...and Sunday evening would be just about the most perfect time ever! I love my family, I truly do, but when the "Sunday Night Blues" start drifting through our house...I think it's time for mama to drift on out the door. They'll be ok...really they will! They have each other, and if there is one thing the "blues" love, it's company.
As for me, I think it's only being a prudent mom to keep my distance...just to make sure I don't go down with it. So if you need me on a Sunday night, don't come knocking on the door. They are all quarantined in there. Instead, grab a glass and a bottle of wine and meet me in the garage. We'll stay healthy out there..together!
(Can anyone guess what kind of Sunday evening I had? Yep, I thought you could!)
I wonder if other households, all around the world, experience this phenomenon. The "blues" are sneaky. We can be experiencing a beautiful Sunday together, full of dinners with Grammy and Papa, playing games (or watching games depending on the sports season), walking outside, or any of the other "Sunny Sunday" things we like to do. But then comes...
the witching hour.
The "blues" appear in different forms depending on the age of the infected. My husband usually starts with a small frown....just a slight furrowing of the brow accompanied with a downward turn of his lips. Seeing the signs, I ask, "Is anything wrong, honey?".
To which he promptly replies, "No...why do you ask?"
See! Those "blues" are so stealth he doesn't even realize he's contracted them yet. But I see it...the quietness, the vacant stare, the wandering around the house. He's got it bad.
My oldest son starts to exhibit his infection by looking out the window frequently and checking the weather report every 10 minutes. All of a sudden I become a "bookie" answering his questions. "Mom, what do you think the odds are that we'll get enough snow for a snow day?" & "Mom, what do you think the odds are that we will get a cold day? Like, how low does the temperature actually have to drop?" It feels like Vegas every Sunday night...without the fun!
Number two son shows the "blues" by reporting actual physical symptoms. This usually begins with a cough, or maybe a hand held to his stomach, and possibly even a run to the bathroom...just for extra drama. He's being thoughtful you see. He's preparing me for the 3 am text he will send saying he hasn't been able to sleep and he is reaaalllly sick, and he's not faking, and he realllly needs to stay home from school. I have begun to require an actual viewing of the vomit before I grant his request.
Last, but not least, is the girl child. Her blues are hard to detect because they get all mixed in with the "moody 13 year old hormones" so I'm not quite sure WHAT I'm dealing with till I look at the calender. Her eye rolls are just a bit more emphatic, her voice just a tad higher, and her tendency to realize that she has homework that she HAS to do NOW..on a Sunday evening...at 9:00 pm....and that she has a certain shirt that she HAS to have washed by tomorrow...and that she HAS to..well, you get the picture. Those are certain signs that another one bites the dust.
I'm starting to think that I need to escape...and Sunday evening would be just about the most perfect time ever! I love my family, I truly do, but when the "Sunday Night Blues" start drifting through our house...I think it's time for mama to drift on out the door. They'll be ok...really they will! They have each other, and if there is one thing the "blues" love, it's company.
As for me, I think it's only being a prudent mom to keep my distance...just to make sure I don't go down with it. So if you need me on a Sunday night, don't come knocking on the door. They are all quarantined in there. Instead, grab a glass and a bottle of wine and meet me in the garage. We'll stay healthy out there..together!
(Can anyone guess what kind of Sunday evening I had? Yep, I thought you could!)
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