I try really hard to not to be negative or come across as a "woe is me" kind of person, so I just wrote a whole blog post about a few things that are happening right now, published it and then went back 5 minutes later and deleted it. I feel much better knowing that I didn't put a whole bunch of negativity out there and I'm going to try my best to focus on the positives.
My sweet Muffin is having a hard time. (Along with all of her little friends that are starting back to preschool or going to kindergarten.) She likes school and wants to go and I'm very thankful for that. Unfortunately, her attitude stinks when she's at home. I'm trying to parent her a little differently and we've had several lessons on thankfulness and positive attitudes, Little Engine That Could Style. As if the attitude issues aren't enough, she also likes to say "I just really don't feel like you love me anymore" about 10 times a day. I can tell that she uses this as a way to manipulate the situation that we're in and I'm glad that I can recognize this thanks to that parenting class that I took last winter at Church. It breaks my heart. I have been encouraging her, reassuring her and then making her carry on with whatever is causing the issue. I think we are making progress and I'm pretty sure that she knows that I still love her. ;-)
Ellie has had a runny nose for a week now and been fussy and had a few nights of great difficulty sleeping. On Monday, her nose was just so snottyrunnystuffy that I decided to make a doctor's appointment for her. I do not make doctor's appointments lightly, especially since we changed pediatricians and I have a 30+ mile drive to get to the office. I was worried that Ellie was having ear problems and I was really tired of wiping snot, so...we went to the doctor and it's "just a cold". Just a few minutes ago she started fussing and then climbed in my lap, nestled her head on my chest and fell asleep. Thank You, Lord. I needed to pee so I put her in bed after a few minutes, but I got to cuddle with my not-so-snuggly second born. Sweet. I'm thankful that she has only a cold and I enjoy cuddle time with her.
Big Daddy took the day of work on Monday to get his license renewed and catch up on lots of school stuff. He's trying to spend more time upstairs in "his" room and less time with us. It's no fun. He was able to take Maggie to school in "the red car" and we picked her up as a family and then had lunch together. It's already looking like he'll be pretty busy at the Library this weekend, so I'll be flying solo. :-(
I'm thankful that he is staying motivated even though his job is so demanding and school is taking up all of his free time.
A few weeks ago I kept hearing a clip on the Christian radio station that I listen to talking about how we as women give into our emotions. I was convicted (of something Big Daddy has been telling me for years) and I'm trying to pay more attention to how I react to how I feel. I've tried to tell Maggie that we can't always say or do the things that we want to and now I'm paying more attention to that as well.
I have a husband that is pretty good to me.
I have two healthy kids.
I stay at home (or somewhere) with them every single day.
I cook or prepare three meals a day.
I teach a class of preschoolers at Church.
Sometimes I just have to remember that even though I have bad days at work, this is my dream job.
My sweet Muffin is having a hard time. (Along with all of her little friends that are starting back to preschool or going to kindergarten.) She likes school and wants to go and I'm very thankful for that. Unfortunately, her attitude stinks when she's at home. I'm trying to parent her a little differently and we've had several lessons on thankfulness and positive attitudes, Little Engine That Could Style. As if the attitude issues aren't enough, she also likes to say "I just really don't feel like you love me anymore" about 10 times a day. I can tell that she uses this as a way to manipulate the situation that we're in and I'm glad that I can recognize this thanks to that parenting class that I took last winter at Church. It breaks my heart. I have been encouraging her, reassuring her and then making her carry on with whatever is causing the issue. I think we are making progress and I'm pretty sure that she knows that I still love her. ;-)
Ellie has had a runny nose for a week now and been fussy and had a few nights of great difficulty sleeping. On Monday, her nose was just so snottyrunnystuffy that I decided to make a doctor's appointment for her. I do not make doctor's appointments lightly, especially since we changed pediatricians and I have a 30+ mile drive to get to the office. I was worried that Ellie was having ear problems and I was really tired of wiping snot, so...we went to the doctor and it's "just a cold". Just a few minutes ago she started fussing and then climbed in my lap, nestled her head on my chest and fell asleep. Thank You, Lord. I needed to pee so I put her in bed after a few minutes, but I got to cuddle with my not-so-snuggly second born. Sweet. I'm thankful that she has only a cold and I enjoy cuddle time with her.
Big Daddy took the day of work on Monday to get his license renewed and catch up on lots of school stuff. He's trying to spend more time upstairs in "his" room and less time with us. It's no fun. He was able to take Maggie to school in "the red car" and we picked her up as a family and then had lunch together. It's already looking like he'll be pretty busy at the Library this weekend, so I'll be flying solo. :-(
I'm thankful that he is staying motivated even though his job is so demanding and school is taking up all of his free time.
A few weeks ago I kept hearing a clip on the Christian radio station that I listen to talking about how we as women give into our emotions. I was convicted (of something Big Daddy has been telling me for years) and I'm trying to pay more attention to how I react to how I feel. I've tried to tell Maggie that we can't always say or do the things that we want to and now I'm paying more attention to that as well.
I have a husband that is pretty good to me.
I have two healthy kids.
I stay at home (or somewhere) with them every single day.
I cook or prepare three meals a day.
I teach a class of preschoolers at Church.
Sometimes I just have to remember that even though I have bad days at work, this is my dream job.


