I was sharing some of my life with a dear friend, and she laughed so hard about some of it I just had to post.
First, I took the kids to a really cool park this weekend. It had a cup that you can sit in and it scoops you up and you start to spin. Really fast. Like I-couldn't-stop-and-my-2-year-old-couldn't-help-me fast. After about 2 looooooong minutes of this, I fell out and immediately wanted to throw up. Which I couldn't do. Jackson basically said, "I told you that you wouldn't like it, Mom." You're right, my dear, that's the understatement of the year! It is day 3 and I still feel nauseated and not quite myself. I am getting old. :)
Second, as a lot of my friends know, I have been trying to get the kids to sleep in their own beds, ummmm, since birth. It's going really well for me. I even have parenting class teachers and peers, occupational therapists, and behavioral therapists trying to help me out, to no avail. Some nights go really well, but I really think it's just random and has nothing to do with the social stories, sticker charts, or promises of goodies in the morning. Sunday nights, however, are always particularly difficult. Of course Monday is the morning I have to be up at 5:30 a.m., and the kids must inherently know this. So as always, last night at 3:30 a.m. Savannah wakes up crying and wanting to be in my bed. I realize that somehow Jackson is already in my bed. I put Savannah back in bed, followed by Jackson, and go back into my bed. It's 4:00 a.m. already, repeat of the same, except this time I accidentally fall asleep in Savannah's bed while I'm trying to get her to go back to sleep. 5:00 a.m., I try to get Jackson into his bed, but really I'm thinking, "What's the point?" as I have to wake up in 30 minutes. 5:30 a.m., they are both in my bed, the alarm goes off, I try to lay there for 10 more minutes, as Jackson asks, "Do I get a sticker for staying in my bed all night?" Are you kidding me, son!!!??? As I calmly say no and try to explain why, he goes ballistic, starts crying and screaming, and incidentally head butts me in the nose. I'm a bit of an exaggerator when it comes to being injured, so I scream, but it really did hurt. So that makes it worse, it's 5:45 a.m., JW has the pillow over his head, both kids are crying and screaming, and I think I broke my nose. Which I didn't. Great morning. And now I'm laughing, but I'm exhausted because I've stayed up too late. We'll see what happens tonight...
Friday, June 21, 2013
from the series on lisajobaker.com, come join in the writing fun!
Rhythm is a really hard word to spell, first of all. It reminds me of dancing and music and band... It's a beat, a steadiness that gets deep within you to drive you forward. When you have rhythm, it doesn't matter what's going on around you, you are unwavering in the steady beat. Even when the tempo is a "wierd" one, you stay constant and unwielding.
So how am I going to tie this into my life? I don't do ballet much anymore or bust out my flute to play the "ice cream man song" with my bestie (hi, Linds!). But I do have an internal rhythm that drives me forward and keeps me steady.
I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
Right now, my life feels a bit out of control. I have so many things pulling me in so many different directions. It's so easy to feel lost in everyone else's notes...but this is a good reminder today to hold strong to my internal metronome, Jesus, and He will never fail me.