"I can't believe I said that..." I can't begin to tell you how many times this thought has popped into my head. This will be an evolving post. Simply because I have to say crazy phrases every day, as any parent finds themselves doing! And so it goes...
"Toothbrushes are not for cleaning your high chairs."
"Don't sit on your brother's head."
"Please don't kiss the computer."
"Get your tractor off the couch!"
"Please don't comb the wall."
"French fries don't belong in the tractor."
Monday, March 12, 2012
While my children sleep...
An evolving post as things come to me about what I do while the little men sleep. The entire day's frustration and stress melt away with the sight of their chubby, cherubic cheeks in the monitor.
I think that I could have 6 more. Then they wake up and wake me up to a more realistic way of thinking.
I am being held hostage by Pinterest.
I am thinking of all the things I should be doing that don't get done in a regular day (laundry, dishes, exercising etc.).
I am hatching new plans and scheming new dreams.
I am editing/writing/Facebooking. Probably, mostly on Facebook.
I think that I could have 6 more. Then they wake up and wake me up to a more realistic way of thinking.
I am being held hostage by Pinterest.
I am thinking of all the things I should be doing that don't get done in a regular day (laundry, dishes, exercising etc.).
I am hatching new plans and scheming new dreams.
I am editing/writing/Facebooking. Probably, mostly on Facebook.
My Life is a Sitcom
God has a great sense of humor when it comes to teaching me patience and other life lessons. Some days I swear my life has enough content and ups and downs that would make it excellent sitcom material. What's that? You'd like some examples of this insanely comedic life I lead.
How about the time I broke my ankle simply stepping off my front porch right before I was to fly to Florida with my sister and 3-month-old nephew? My husband had to come out and pull me along as I crawled. He was in boxers and a t-shirt.
Keep in mind all the flying restrictions and check points. I was in a walking cast with my sister and an infant, and we had to stop so I could remove my cast at least twice. Guess I'm suspicious-looking.
Then there's my love story. (Personally, I find this story fascinating, but I'll spare those of
you who might not too many details.) We met our freshman year of
college. He lived in Michigan, and I hailed from a small town in
Indiana. Worlds apart... or so we thought.
We were friends and began hanging out more during our sophomore year. Friends around us were able to see what we couldn't, that there was something there. At one point, I vividly remembering telling my roommate that he's like my brother. I couldn't ever date him because he wasn't tall enough. He's around 5' 10" so he's not terribly short. (Laughable now, but this was my thought process at the time. I am not exactly tall so I had this wacky theory that I needed to marry a taller man to give my kids a fighting chance of being average height.)
As we got to know each other better, we started to find out these "coincidences" and crazy intersections our lives have made with each other. He lived in Michigan since he was in middle school, but he actually grew up in a city 10 minutes from my small town. We were both born in the same hospital a mere 8 days apart. At one point, he attended a private school less than a mile from my house! I went to elementary school with his cousin. His dad and my mom went to the same high school. These crazy instances kept creeping in.
How about the fact that we tried for two seemingly long years to have a baby. We began seeing a fertility specialist. Right before we began any treatment, I became pregnant entirely of our own accord. We went in for an ultrasound and found out that it was twins.
Or that toward the end of my pregnancy, I went in for a "non-stress test" where they hooked me up to monitors to check on the boys' progress. They found that I was 3 cm dilated and having contractions. I thought it was simply heartburn.
They flipped out and rushed me in an ambulance to a bigger hospital. The boys were delivered the next day. Yeah, the non-stress test actually turned out to be a little more stressful than I originally anticipated. That sounds like some good sitcom material to me.
Sometimes, I try to come with a catchy title for my "sitcom". "My So-called Life"; "Growing Pains"; "Mad about You"; "Once Upon a Time"; "Modern Family" . . . I think those might already have been used. Guess I'll keep working on it! The material . . . that somehow just writes itself naturally or comes directly from the best Author of all.
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Keep in mind all the flying restrictions and check points. I was in a walking cast with my sister and an infant, and we had to stop so I could remove my cast at least twice. Guess I'm suspicious-looking.
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We were friends and began hanging out more during our sophomore year. Friends around us were able to see what we couldn't, that there was something there. At one point, I vividly remembering telling my roommate that he's like my brother. I couldn't ever date him because he wasn't tall enough. He's around 5' 10" so he's not terribly short. (Laughable now, but this was my thought process at the time. I am not exactly tall so I had this wacky theory that I needed to marry a taller man to give my kids a fighting chance of being average height.)
As we got to know each other better, we started to find out these "coincidences" and crazy intersections our lives have made with each other. He lived in Michigan since he was in middle school, but he actually grew up in a city 10 minutes from my small town. We were both born in the same hospital a mere 8 days apart. At one point, he attended a private school less than a mile from my house! I went to elementary school with his cousin. His dad and my mom went to the same high school. These crazy instances kept creeping in.
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They flipped out and rushed me in an ambulance to a bigger hospital. The boys were delivered the next day. Yeah, the non-stress test actually turned out to be a little more stressful than I originally anticipated. That sounds like some good sitcom material to me.
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