living 01 :: may 17
Taking a cue from Carol, who’s been doing this on her blog for quite
some time. It’s always been something I enjoy seeing. I think I’ll be
posting mostly pictures for the next little bit, unless I have the
overwhelming urge to write–(which after saying all this, will probably be tomorrow!).
My best college girlfriend arrives tonight.
We haven’t seen each other in three years and I can’t wait to sit
around and catch up while our kiddos frolick around the farm. And this
late spring weather makes it hard to find time to sit down at the
computer and compose. Living is the perfect title for all of this
because that’s just what we’re doing.
a couple more Delaware roadtripping pictures here
Taking a cue from Carol, who’s been doing this on her blog for quite
some time. It’s always been something I enjoy seeing. I think I’ll be
posting mostly pictures for the next little bit, unless I have the
overwhelming urge to write–(which after saying all this, will probably be tomorrow!).
My best college girlfriend arrives tonight.
We haven’t seen each other in three years and I can’t wait to sit
around and catch up while our kiddos frolick around the farm. And this
late spring weather makes it hard to find time to sit down at the
computer and compose. Living is the perfect title for all of this
because that’s just what we’re doing.
a couple more Delaware roadtripping pictures here
Finding My Peace Where I Can
Today’s one of those days where that little voice in my head is screaming, "Thank goodness it’s Friday!". Tomorrow, Dan will be home and it will be back to tag-team parenting. It has just been one of those mornings where my two oldest girls are out of sorts and the bickering has been non-stop. One moment it all just plain drives me crazy, and the next moment I’m questioning all of my parenting techniques wondering where I’ve gone wrong that I’ve raised girls who can be so mean to each other. It’s almost like they’re bi-polar or have dual personalities–in the same breath that says, "I’m going to hit you in the head!" (yes, it’s embarrassing to admit that my child actually said that this morning), the next breath can be a sing-songy voice saying, "Do you want to play horse doctor with me?" Where does it come from? What makes one day so much worse than another? How do I deal with it without throwing my own anger and lack of patience in the mix?
Sorry to say, I have no answers today.
So, you find your peace where you can. At this exact moment, it’s a bathroom sink full of water and no rules. A chance to step away for a few moments, catch a breath and come back to it all feeling much better…
Horses that don’t fit in your bathroom sink here and here. (When I look at these pictures my heart gets all fluttery at how grown up she’s getting…)
Today’s one of those days where that little voice in my head is screaming, "Thank goodness it’s Friday!". Tomorrow, Dan will be home and it will be back to tag-team parenting. It has just been one of those mornings where my two oldest girls are out of sorts and the bickering has been non-stop. One moment it all just plain drives me crazy, and the next moment I’m questioning all of my parenting techniques wondering where I’ve gone wrong that I’ve raised girls who can be so mean to each other. It’s almost like they’re bi-polar or have dual personalities–in the same breath that says, "I’m going to hit you in the head!" (yes, it’s embarrassing to admit that my child actually said that this morning), the next breath can be a sing-songy voice saying, "Do you want to play horse doctor with me?" Where does it come from? What makes one day so much worse than another? How do I deal with it without throwing my own anger and lack of patience in the mix?
Sorry to say, I have no answers today.
So, you find your peace where you can. At this exact moment, it’s a bathroom sink full of water and no rules. A chance to step away for a few moments, catch a breath and come back to it all feeling much better…
Horses that don’t fit in your bathroom sink here and here. (When I look at these pictures my heart gets all fluttery at how grown up she’s getting…)