Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Where the Green Grass Grows
So, I was looking out my window just now, and the grass looked freakishly green to me. No one else saw it but me. None of the neighbors' yards looked as green. Just mine. And I realized...some people think the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. Well. My grass is the greenest. It's where the people I love walk. I love my grass.
Monday, August 3, 2009
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It's been a while. I've been crazy busy. Dealing with a toddler and a preschooler is no longer my idea of fun. Jacob knows exactly what to do to push her buttons, and when the button is pushed, out comes a horrible, shrill siren. As though a storm is coming through.
The only storm, however, is my temper, that I've successfully controlled to this point. The "naughty chair" has never had so much quality time with two bottoms.
Anyway, the week was stressful. I was going non-stop from dawn til dusk, trying to keep everyone under control, and then making sure dinner was on the table for the minute Paul walked in the door.
Weekends are so awful. At this point, we can rarely get motivated to do anything...ever. Saturday night we went on a family night down to the strip. Jacob got to ride the rides, and we had dinner at a little seafood restaurant. It was fun, but it was also money spent we didn't have. Ugh...the disandvantages of being impulsive.
So, Sunday was Paul's first day on worship team! I was super excited to see him up there, and we were going to be starting our military fellowship at our house that I would be hosting, so things were going to start getting really good!
When I got to church, I was informed, however, that the guy that was going to lead the Bible study wasn't going to be able to do it, so...no military fellowship now. Bummer. Normally that would really upset me, but I was more just indifferent at this point. I got into service, and Paul was up on the stage...truly in his element. Praise God! The only thing I could do was just give thanks for giving Paul what he needed.
Typically, I would have just been bummed that I couldn't be on worship team, or bummed about the fellowship...or even jealous. But I can honestly say, God must have matured me, because that stuff didn't even pop into my head. How awesome!!!!
So, after church, I was exhausted, and I just wanted to take a nap. Paul wanted to go to a movie and have some "us time." I had been dying to see "Funny People," but I knew Paul wanted to see this other movie really bad, because it was about his job. The first one really ever made about his exact job. So, at six o'clock, the sitter came, and we ventured down to MacArthur to see, "The Hurt Locker."
I sat through 2 hours of people dismantling bombs, and in the process getting killed, almost getting killed, being emotionally scarred due to war. I won't lie, it would have been a good movie, if I wasn't sitting beside my very own, personal EOD, who happens to be embarking on that situation in less than two months.
Needless to say I spent the movie sulking, and a good hour after bawling in the car. I had just read a brochure about predeployment preparedness and the emotional cycles of deployment. Seems like Paul and I are fighting more lately, and I realized that's normal the closer you get to deployment. Well, that's good to know...I guess.
Other than that, everything was pretty chill this weekend. Now it's back to the grind. The kids are yelling harmoniously at one another. Seems like that's the new fun game, "Let's give mommy a headache." Oy vey. How much longer do I have to do this?
The only storm, however, is my temper, that I've successfully controlled to this point. The "naughty chair" has never had so much quality time with two bottoms.
Anyway, the week was stressful. I was going non-stop from dawn til dusk, trying to keep everyone under control, and then making sure dinner was on the table for the minute Paul walked in the door.
Weekends are so awful. At this point, we can rarely get motivated to do anything...ever. Saturday night we went on a family night down to the strip. Jacob got to ride the rides, and we had dinner at a little seafood restaurant. It was fun, but it was also money spent we didn't have. Ugh...the disandvantages of being impulsive.
So, Sunday was Paul's first day on worship team! I was super excited to see him up there, and we were going to be starting our military fellowship at our house that I would be hosting, so things were going to start getting really good!
When I got to church, I was informed, however, that the guy that was going to lead the Bible study wasn't going to be able to do it, so...no military fellowship now. Bummer. Normally that would really upset me, but I was more just indifferent at this point. I got into service, and Paul was up on the stage...truly in his element. Praise God! The only thing I could do was just give thanks for giving Paul what he needed.
Typically, I would have just been bummed that I couldn't be on worship team, or bummed about the fellowship...or even jealous. But I can honestly say, God must have matured me, because that stuff didn't even pop into my head. How awesome!!!!
So, after church, I was exhausted, and I just wanted to take a nap. Paul wanted to go to a movie and have some "us time." I had been dying to see "Funny People," but I knew Paul wanted to see this other movie really bad, because it was about his job. The first one really ever made about his exact job. So, at six o'clock, the sitter came, and we ventured down to MacArthur to see, "The Hurt Locker."
I sat through 2 hours of people dismantling bombs, and in the process getting killed, almost getting killed, being emotionally scarred due to war. I won't lie, it would have been a good movie, if I wasn't sitting beside my very own, personal EOD, who happens to be embarking on that situation in less than two months.
Needless to say I spent the movie sulking, and a good hour after bawling in the car. I had just read a brochure about predeployment preparedness and the emotional cycles of deployment. Seems like Paul and I are fighting more lately, and I realized that's normal the closer you get to deployment. Well, that's good to know...I guess.
Other than that, everything was pretty chill this weekend. Now it's back to the grind. The kids are yelling harmoniously at one another. Seems like that's the new fun game, "Let's give mommy a headache." Oy vey. How much longer do I have to do this?
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