Tag: spring

Post-playdate

The toys and clothes are put away, the bedspread and blankets back on the bed.

The dishwasher and dryer are humming, the garbage taken out.

The soup is gone, the coffee drunk, the bread dunked.

The kids are stripped and bathed and sleeping.

I sit here with the rest of the coffee, a bit of quiet, work to do, smiling –

that while the boots dry in the sun, I can see them through the muddy window.

We’ll leave the handprints there for a bit, to remind us to be grateful, to smile, to feel warm, at the thought of fun with our friends.

The Thaw

Wednesday was one of those days that ran the gamut of emotions.

I woke up melancholy.

I started working and got frustrated, because sometimes working on start-ups (like | these) is like beating one’s head against a brick wall.

I was sad about a little child lost, so I was also weepy.

And then the more I thought about all of it, I just got mad…. like, we should quit this stuff and go back to having ‘real jobs’ kinda mad.

Throughout the day, I got talked down by  friends. I came home from working and took the girls outside. This was not the magic cure-all the pictures depict, even though what the pictures don’t depict is our visit from sweet friends we hadn’t seen in awhile. But I was annoyingly distracted. During play time, I got a press release about something that made me ever more cranky.

Then we chucked it and went to, Miranda’s choice, Crackerbarrel. Nothin’ but good times.

9pm marked our first official summit of the ‘Branson GMC Prayer Circle.’ Rod and I got the kids to bed in the nick of time. Even as we headed to that, I was cranky…confrontational…pissed off.

Turns out the healing balm I needed did not lie in encouraging words from people I love, cuddles and smiles from my children, or fried okra. It was a time dedicated to talking with my Father, which I just don’t do as often as I need or want. By the time prayer was over, my perspective was honestly and truly changed. I was not devoid of the sadness or frustration I’d experienced, but for the most part, saw the truths in it that I could not see earlier that day.

And it turned my day around.

So at 9:30, I finished the tax stuff Rod needed, and it turned into good news. I baked bread for my Gramma, with whom we had a great visit the next day. I made some promises to myself about how I would proceed professionally and personally.

I went to bed at peace.

And the next day I had these captured moments to enjoy:

Rod picks up the winter-dog-poop. I consider it my early anniversary gift, I guess.

Sammie the Dog, meanwhile, contemplates making more…

Kaity chews on something that’s been outside since September…

…happily. (There was never a pair of footwear more suited to her…)

Miranda gives someone ‘tude, perhaps to the birds.

…and contemplates the sunset.

~Our first day of the year in the backyard…the glory of rainboots, the lightness of spring jackets, the promise of renewal…

Yesterday’s meetings

It was Moms & More day… always chaotic, rushed, exhilarating, and wonderful.

Yesterday, it was also poignant, because I met Cheryl, who lost her daughter last month in a horrible accident that sort of changed my life (in the spiritual sense).

It was so touching for me to meet her. She was still standing. I don’t know what I expected. I guess in light of the depth of my own grief for her and several others who have experienced this loss lately, I expect a shadow of a human, a empty shell. But she wasn’t. She was dressed normally. Her hair was done. She smiled. She talked about scrapbooking. She ate & drank.  She joked & laughed. And she cried.

I have heard from her friends about her incredible faith and strength. I am grateful to have had the chance to see it for myself, to hug her, to share a snippet in a life so marked. I hope I gave her a little something. I wish I could give her more.

It was a really stressful week. Exhausting. The convention is taking up every extra minute, but the rest of life goes on, and I am always running behind and always feeling guilty about what I don’t give or accomplish. So I am trying to make things simple whereever I can. Yesterday, after Moms & More, I got the girls a Happy Meal for lunch and didn’t fret when they only ate the fries. I entertained some sunny-afternoon visitors, one planned/two random. The planned one refilled my salsa bowl and let me sit on the couch for 50 minutes (thank you, Jen!). The random ones were just nice to see.

After naptime, the Burton babes went outside to ‘ride bikes.’ Yay for spring, just when we were about to lose our minds! Then we headed with Daddy to the casa de Paris, where we BBQ’d meat, ate yummy treats, and just played and talked and spilled and planned our trip to WDW the whole night.

When we came home, we carried the tired ones to bed, then my husband wet-jetted the kitchen while I cleaned out the diaper bag. THEN, we slept for 8.5 hours.

I got no work done whatsoever.

Yesterday rocked.