I am so, so bored today….
“Bored of being bored because being bored is boring”
I am so, so bored today….
“Bored of being bored because being bored is boring”
I have been a mother for 28 years.
#1 is 28
#2 is 23
#3 is 15
# 4 is 13
That equates to 79 years of parenting experience!!!
Plus another 36 months of pregnancy experience 😀
So why is it today I feel completely useless as a parent, I feel like I haven’t got a clue what I’m doing?
Am I giving them too much freedom, maybe they need more structure in their lives, do I enroll them in swimming, dance and piano? Take them to church? Ask that they do more around the house?
Am I teaching them what they need to know to succeed in life? Uggghhhhh!!!!
My self-confidence as a mother has disappeared, virtually non-existent.
I am questioning my parenting skills.
Could it be because I am living with two teenaged girls?
Is it because I have been so busy with work in the past and now that I’m home I’m realizing everything I haven’t been paying attention too?
I seem to be “debating” with #4 all the time, #3 doesn’t seem to want to spend any time with me. #2 has moved to Guelph which is 3 1/2 hours away, and I can never seem to “find” the time to go and visit. (she is not happy)
#1 and I haven’t spoken to or seen in quite some time and I miss him desperately.
#1 and #2 are functioning, happy young adults making their way through the world, they are good, kind, responsible people, #3 is one of the kindest, funniest kids around and #4 has fabulous debating skills and is a great friend to many, maybe I should stop questioning myself today!?
I guess maybe some days are just like that…
“Behind every great kid
Is a Mom
Who is pretty sure
She’s screwing it all up!”
I have been unemployed for 2 1/2 weeks.
I had only been working for the “boss man” for 5 years. My job became a part of me and I felt I was a part of it…I miss Bentley most of all “my” beautiful golden retriever.
My first week was spent nursing a cold and coming to grips that I was no longer employed.
My second week was spent coming to grips with not being employed and turning 46.
I’m 1/2 way through week 3 and guess what…..I’m doing ok. 😀
I’ve found that I have been going through a full spectrum of emotions, shock, sadness, denial, anger and today frustrated. I’ve even considered smacking my head against the wall….just kidding.
I have taken the “everything happens for a reason” approach. What I was doing was never my passion, it wasn’t a “great fit” for me, but still good experience and I learned a lot from it, ALWAYS take something away from EVERY experience!
I love being home, really cooking again, having time to clean, being emotionally available for my kids, enjoying walks with the dogs and just taking time to breathe and starting this new chapter in my life.
I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do next or what the future will bring, but I’m kind of excited about the possibilities.
My new daily mantra has become this:
“keep trying, keep believing, be happy, don’t get discouraged, things will work out” – Gordon B Hinckley.
This post may be a little sappy, crazy or a little bit of both
maybe you’ll agree 😀
I’ve always noticed the beauty in everything around me, but lately I seem to be paying more attention and appreciating more. I am starting to appreciate my friends and family even more than I did before, finding joy in the glitter on the snow at night when the moon is full, the silence outside early in the morning….what’s going on? 😀
We’ve received a ton of snow this winter and everyone has just about had it including myself, it seems to snow everyday and when it’s not snowing its brutally cold. I still find myself looking at snow drifts and the way the snow hangs off the trees and roofs. Looking at the moon when I’m out with the dogs and seeing nothing but blue all around me…and I love it!! I’m smiling more, even if I see a funny looking vegetable at the grocery store I find my self smiling.
I was out on Friday night and it was cold and blowy, I was driving the kids to the dance that’s held every month .. The wind was so strong it was blowing the snow across the highway , swirling and jumping across the highway and in the headlights it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen, I mentioned it the girls sitting in that back seat, they all just kind of groaned and went back to chatting and listening to music..I even noticed how the wind was blowing flags on the lamp posts around town! And again mentioned it to the girls and was greeted with more groans 😀
The more I think about it its a little bit like the book The Book of Awesome finding the little simple things in life that make us happy like warm underwear out of the dryer . 😀
I’ll have to admit its beginning to drive me a little crazy, everywhere I look I find something to appreciate. 😀
The author of The Book of Awesome Neil Pasricha says this: “It’s easy to forget the things that make us smile. With a 24/7 news cycle reporting that the polar ice caps are melting, hurricanes are swirling in the seas, wars are heating up around the world, and the job market is in a deep freeze, it’s tempting to feel that world is falling apart. But awesome thins are all around us – sometimes we just need someone to point them out.” he goes on to say “it seems like maybe these tiny little moments make an awesome difference in many of our rushed, jam-packed lives. Maybe we all love snow days, peeling an orange in one shot, and popping bubble wrap.”
I think Neil and I must have had similar mothers 😀
I do have my mother to thank for this, growing up she’d always say oh look at this, look at that, look how the waves are coming up on shore, look up close at the dew on the grass blah blah blah 😀 When I was younger I’d say things like “yes mum, that flower is pretty” ” yes I see how pretty the moon is” and on and on, she was and still is forever taking photos, when we are camping or going for walks, out for dinner there is my mum, oh stop right there, oh that’s beautiful, I’ve got to take a picture. 😀
Mum finds beauty and awesomeness in everything too, she even sees the beauty in a sushi roll 😀
I now have a much greater appreciation for everything around me. To see the beauty and the awesomeness in the little things.
Thank you Mum for showing me how to see the beauty in everyday things and people it is the best gift you’ve ever given me.
Good Thursday Morning to you!
My Holiday is over, I am back to work today. 😦
I have had a wonderful break from work and spent a lot of time with my family.
I sent a text to my boss wishing him a Happy New Year, also asking if he missed me…. a little joke we play with each other when either one of us is away for an extended period, the response I got was:
“Happy New Year to you to Lady, you need to come to work tomorrow your desk is covered in paper!!”
Ahhhhhh can’t you just feel the love 😀 😀
I know he missed me…I just know it!!!!
😀 😀 😀
(I was scheduled to work today and tomorrow anyway)
Hope you all have a wonderful day!
≈Laugh loudly, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly≈
I have been MIA for the last week or so, I don’t really have a good explanation as to my absence , however, Daughter #1 has moved into her own apartment, Daughter #2 has been cutting a couple of classes and Daughter #3 has joined the school basketball team, work has been busy and Christmas is just around the corner annndd Bentley Baby is visiting again.
I am also someone whom Daughter #3 has called “not very festive”…… I am festive at this time of year at least I try to be. The last few years I have lost my Christmas spirit and I guess the “festive mask” I put on she can see right through.
I used to love Christmas and now I just like it. Christmas for me has just too many memories and, well, I guess I get a little melancholy at this time of year. I thought I hid it well.
I haven’t seen my #1 son in quite a while, and I miss him.
wah wah wah. I know, I know Angies Grapevine is a happy place to visit, it still is ,look
Last one 😀
Life is full of choices
and I choose
≈Laugh loudly, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly≈
My daughter put on a movie this afternoon and of course the previews for other movies available came on…
One of them was Bring it On, it was released in 2000, a “teen comedy film” about a cheerleading squad.
It brought memories flooding back to my junior high school days.
It started even before junior high in 6th grade.
Carmen and Marlena the meanest girls in school.
I had a boyfriend in grade 6 Clint. 😀 Carmen and Marlena didn’t like that. In their eyes I was becoming popular. I was a fantastic runner and played soccer like a pro 😀 and a boy actually liked me, I was kind and a good friend to others and I had friends, not many but I had them. 😀
These two girls were snobby, mean and not well liked and they were bullies. I played soccer with the boys and a couple of other girls, Marlena had a crush on one of the guys and didn’t like the fact that we were friends. Both Jim and were goalies and often talked about how we could improve, we both played soccer outside of school, Jim had been a goalie longer than I had and would often teach me different things he’d learned. One day after school, the duo were able to rally enough people together to follow me home while yelling and threatening me, let me just say I had never been so scared in my life, not to mention hurt. Their “power” was incredible.. to get a small mob of kids together to follow me around while I was alone…???!!
They both warned me in the school yard near the end of school that I would have a bad reputation at high school because I had a boyfriend and that I hung out with the boys, I worried about it all summer long. I didn’t want a bad reputation, heck I didn’t even know what that was….Clint and I just hung out together, and the guys were my friends, other girls were with us too, I didn’t understand.
In high school I broke school records for running. My grades were ok and I had friends. Not popular by any means but I was ok.
I really wanted to be on the cheerleading squad. There were a couple of nasty girls on the team, guess who?.. Carmen and Marlena. I will never forget these two miserable girls who made my junior high years almost unbearable. The cheerleading team had already been formed, but I asked the Phys Ed teacher, Mrs. Wauldhauser if I could join……I can’t remember exactly all the details but I do remember Carmen and Marlena saying that if I was allowed to try out for the squad that they would quit, they were able to get the other girls to go along with it, including the teacher!!! I never got a chance to try out and of course never became a cheerleader.
And there were the whispers behind hands and lockers…and glaring looks.
I wish I could meet up with those two miserable girls again… Actually on second thought nah, not worth my time or energy.
Even as I type this, tears are coming to my eyes, those two girls caused so much hurt and took so much away from me and made my high school years just awful.
It’s amazing how one or two people can change your destiny and your dreams….Secondary school was nearly non-existent for me, I went to alternative schools, one was called AISP, Alternative Independent Study School, for kids who didn’t fit into the “mainstream” education system, they didn’t have a cheerleading squad or a track team, it was a school that had a variety of students, rock star wanna bes ,artists , computer geeks and athletes like Carling Bassett a young professional tennis player, and there were kids like me who just didn’t fit. Thanks to the Marlenas and Carmens of the world. in my case.
I do have a pretty amazing life, with 4 healthy children, an incredibly crazy and supportive family, great friends and of course,
this blog 😀 😀
So I guess without some of these things happening when I was younger, it would not have made me the strong, independent, tolerant, open-minded and caring person I am, I would not have had the experiences that I did, that helped mold me into who I am, and it would not have made me set the bar higher to be a better person and never ever to be like you…rah, rah, rah!
So there Carmen and Marlena………I win!!
To be fair to these two, I have no idea what their home life was like so maybe I shouldn’t be so harsh…..
Your words have power, use them wisely.
My youngest daughter Ms. #3 is an “old soul”.
She is very insightful like many children but sometimes the thoughts in her head blow me away..
Some, ok most mornings I’m a little short on time, she often says “if you would organize your time better” or “lay out your clothes the night before” or my favorite “make our lunches the night before” …..apparently then I wouldn’t be running short on time!!!
This morning she said to me “you know the math you do with letters?” I said “yes, algebra” she says “yeah I love that kind of math, it’s so easy, I don’t even think my student teacher understands it..” ??? REALLY 😀
Tonight the two of us are watching tv and a new show comes on called “Preachers’ Daughters” well Ms. Daughter #3 had something to say about that too….
She said “you see what happens when your raise your kids in a strict household, that’s what happens,rebellion!” as she “strictly” points at the t.v .REALLY? First of all she is under the age of 15 using the phrases “strict household” and “rebellion” and totally grasping what can happen in a “strict household ” ….most of the time.
If memory serves me correctly my mother gave me a copy of this prayer when Ms. Daughter #3 was born 😀
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him Forever in the next.
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