Monday, September 1, 2014

It was a lonnnggg day….

So a brief run through of our summer…It was AWESOME, full of friends and family visits, ran my very first 5k, I started selling Scentsy again, hubby promoted, and we adopted a puppy. Her name is Bria and she is fun, but goodness lots of WORK!

So even though today is a holiday we started school today. Hubby had to work so why not? I revamped 90% of our curriculum and feel like a fish out of water…Ahhhhh Ayyyyyee I don’t want to do this!! Ok, YES I do I just don’t know the new stuff and yes it will be worth it….Right?

I set my alarm for early. (Early for me ok.) Chickpea and Ladybug were up before Bria and my alarm! Ugh really? I had a few things to finish up before school started and was really looking forward to atleast 30 minutes of quiet. Didn’t expect ├╝ber excitement and all BEFORE my morning cup of coffee. “Mom, you ready to start school?” umm “Let me eat breakfast.”  Of course today I would also try to be organized and start dinner in the crockpot.  I couldn’t chop onions and peppers fast enough. “Hurry up mom!” Then in their boredom and lacking of patience, they thought it would be a great idea to play chase in the house with Bria all while talking in their loudest voices possible.  Oh lordly it’s going to be a long day….

We made it to the schoolroom and at our desks by 9am, pray, pledge of allegiance, and devotional check.  Well not quite. Bria decided she needed to explore the schoolroom and taste test everything! Really? Focus flew out the window and it quickly became a game of “get that away from Bria”. I couldn’t take it, so I brought the kennel and a “Bria” toy into the schoolroom and put her in that.  So she was with us and we could actually get something done.  She slept through class. Slacker!

I don't like putting her in the kennel, but we are still
working on stay, no and etc.
Compared to last year I’m a frazzled mess! I’m looking at all these new teacher manuals and thinking WTH was I thinking?  Teaching multiple grades this year might be more of challenge.  What Chickpea finds interesting, I have to work to keep Ladybug’s attention.  Yes, I should cut myself some slack since it is only the First Day of school. This is my fourth year homeschooling, when does it become NOT such a stress-filled chore?

There really is nothing like one of my momma’s pep talks to encourage and get me back in the game.  So first day of school wasn’t the picture of perfection as I hoped but it’s complete and tomorrow is a new day!

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Do you know about Military Spouse Day?

I’ve been racking my wee little brain for something to blog about.  Just found out that Military Spouse Day is upon us. May 9, 2014. 
I feel very silly that after 12 years of being a MilSpouse I’m just learning about this day.  Well, I knew about it just never knew which day it fell on.  It could be because it is the Friday before Mother’s Day and I’m always busy getting stuff together for all the Moms.  Either way better late then never and here is what I found out about it.

Military Spouse Day or Military Spouse Appreciation Day is celebrated on the Friday before Mother’s Day in the United States. Many United States citizens take this day to acknowledge the significant contributions, support, and sacrifices of spouses of their Armed Forces.
President Ronald Reagan recognized the profound importance of spouse commitment to the readiness and well-being of military members and declared May 23, 1984 the first Military Spouse Day with Proclamation 5184, dated April 17, 1984. The US Secretary of Defense, Caspar Weinberger standardized the date by declaring the Friday preceding Mother’s Day as Military Spouse Day.

We all know that being married; having a career, raising kids and life in general isn’t easy.  Add in the “military” part of life, which can be the most frustrating, unpredictable, crazy, priceless, gratifying, hair-raising ride of life you never knew you wanted to take. There are times it can be pretty heavy, depressing, and downright scary, too.

When my husband asked me to marry to marry him, he also asked if I was sure I could live “the military life.” I was too in love with HIM to know or really care about what he was talking about. 
I would learn a week after we were married what he was talking about.  Here is what I have learned thus far.

You might spend your very first anniversary apart and many more after that.

You understand the kind of self-sacrificing, we-can-overcome-anything love that most people think only exists in books.
If you are lucky your solider will be home for the birth of your children.  (I’m blessed x 2.)

You feel helpless when your babies cry for daddy, when you are crying for him too.

You Hate good-byes, but mentally start preparing for them once you move to a new base. It always seems to happens that the neighbor next door whom you hit it off with is preparing to move or just got orders to move.

You learn to call your spouses co-workers by their last name.

You have shamelessly used the military ID card to get out of a tough spot at least once. Don’t feel bad we all have done it.

You can’t stand mandatory fun days, especially when you have to pay for them.

You find moving stickers from 2-3 moves ago.  You might even save them and plan on making something out of them.
You know your spouses social security number better than your own, if you even know your own.
You may be the first to complain about the military, but HATE it when civilians do it.  Seriously, what do they know? After all, we are just venting.
You develop the 2-year itch. No matter how much we hate to move or love a place, after 2 years we are ready for something new.
You prepare to stand up for the National Anthem in the regular movie theater, and then remember you aren’t on base.
Your family and friends are supportive, but they will never truly understand. A lot of the time we don’t even understand, when things can change with the wind. They’ll never understand like another military spouse.
Being a military spouse is a 24/7 commitment requiring, dedication and patience. We may not put on a uniform everyday but even with all the speed bumps, sacrifices, deployments, those painful tri-care calls trying to move your coverage, we find the strength to carry on and we are Dang Proud to be a Military Spouse!

So while you are preparing to celebrate all the wonderful Mother’s this weekend, please set aside Friday May 9 to think about all the Military Spouses across the world.

Happy Military Spouse Day, Happy Mother’s Day to all the friends and mother’s in my life.

Monday, March 3, 2014


Lately I feel I’ve been pushed maybe stretched is a better word. Hubby is on nights, I feel like a single parent unless it’s hubby’s day off, I found some disappointing potholes in our curriculum, I’ve had a head cold that has been tormenting me for the last two weeks, I haven’t been able to work out because of being sick or having to run kids here or there, I’m overdue for a date with my love, dealing with the uncertainty of the Air Force Officer RIF Board (Reduction in Force) and dealing with a landlady who thinks we make holes in her our walls for fun because we have nothing else to do.  Seriously, who paints over an air pocket on the wall?  I believe that only our increasingly annoying landlords would do such a thing and have.

I can’t really say life has handed me lemons, but it hasn’t given me the easiest time of it lately.  I’ve started reading Unglued: Making Wise Choices in the Midst of Raw Emotions by Lysa Terkeursy with a group of ladies from church.  What great timing right?  I wish I could say that I stop and meditate on the words I have read before I react, but sadly I don’t.  Keeping my Latin temper and emotions in check is one of my biggest struggles.  Luckily Lysa says there is a thing called Imperfect Progress, or I’d be doomed to deep and constant guilt.

So how do you handle the unpleasant things life throws at you?  Do you grin and bear it, do you fall into depression, do you fight harder, do you drink, do you go shopping or do you just sit down and eat?  I wish I could say I pray immediately when I feel I’m getting to a breaking point, but sadly I turn to God after I’ve had a hissy fit of some magnitude.

Maybe it is just the little things like for me having my wonderful hubby use my products in the shower.  I LOVE that he wants to take care of himself as I do, but those are expensive and his hair is only maybe an inch long, so he doesn’t need to use my Moroccan Argon Oil Shampoo and he should he use his own face wash not mine.

It seems no matter how many times, how nice or how sternly I ask the girls to leave my hair brush and styling comb in the bathroom they don’t because A: they have their own but want mine B: I hate getting out of the shower wanting to brush my hair before the frizz takes over, but I end up having to go on a hunt for my brush.  That is a typical example for me trying to avoid having a coming unglued challenge.

Here are some helpful tips I found and that I’m trying to practice.  It is a slow process but progress nonetheless!


Imperfect Progress:  Thanks to Lysa Terkeursy and her book I’m learning about imperfect progress. This is the hardest thing for me to wrap my little head around.  I’m somewhat of a perfectionist, and when things don’t happen how I think they should happen or I keep making the same stupid mistake it is really hard for me.  I’m learning that just because it doesn’t happen instantly and perfectly, doesn’t mean the real change isn’t coming.

Take a break every day:  Yes, I know all of the mommies are busy and put everyone first, but we really need a break.  It might only be locking the door to the bathroom just to pee alone for 10 minutes.  Not that ladies take 10 minutes to pee, but maybe you see some brows that need plucking while you wash your hands or maybe you read while on the porcelain throne.  I know a lot can happen in 10 minutes when you have little ones, but figure out how best it works for you to have 10 minutes of rejuvenating time.

Be honest:  Tell your hubby and one of your closest friends how you are really feeling.  Husbands are the best confidants, but there is a limit to their understanding, so that’s why it is good to have a true friend, and maybe you have more than one lady you can pour your heart out to.  It helps to have fighters on your side to help keep you strong, lift you up and try to keep you sane.
So these have been helping me, but I still need work. I’m aware before I react, and that is Huge for me.

Have a wonderful week my friends! 

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Is all vanity?

I heard a commercial while I was listening to the radio advertising some college, but this was the only thing I remember.  “What will your kids say about you if you don’t get your college degree?”  Maybe it’s because I’m officially middle age this year, and I’m feeling like I’m not everything I should be or need to be?  I do know that none of the things mentioned below ever bothered me, or even crossed my mind when I was in my twenties and a young mother.

When I was a very young lady dreaming of having a family it was all so simple and happy.  Never once did I think about how not finishing my degree would make feel like a failure in the eyes of my peers, or not having a spotless house would make me feel lazy.  How homeschooling would make always question my abilities, or how having two beautiful babies would leave their mark, and make me worry that the hubby would stop thinking I was the most beautiful woman in the world. (To him anyway.)

I always knew I wanted children and remember telling myself that once I had kids nothing else would matter, because them and my hubby would be my work, my life.  I remember people asking me if that really was all I wanted.  At the time I didn’t understand why they’d ask me such a silly question.  In the last few years I’ve begun to ask myself the same thing.  Is being a mom really enough?  Should I have pushed myself harder in school before the babies came?  Am I really all I can be? 

Now I’m stuck in a spin cycle that goes something like this:
I’m not worried about my kids’ education till I hear that my friend’s kids are 2 grades ahead in EVERYTHING! Then I question am I doing enough for the girls education? 
I’m proud of myself for making milk carton houses with the girls till I see Betty’s mini town made from matchsticks.  Shoot I guess I won’t be posting our 2 little houses on facebook tonight.
I’m content with our living on one income till Mary and I are shopping, and she buys 2 new pairs of the most adorable shoes!! (I LOVE shoes and I WANT new shoes every month too.) Maybe I really do need to get a job and just find a babysitter?
 I’m not jealous till I see the Jones going on their 3rd vacation and this time to Disneyland.  The girls are begging to go and I have to tell them, “Sorry loves it’s not in the budget this year.”  If I had my degree right now I could just put the girls into private school and we could have that extra money.
I’m content being a stay-at-home mom until I see my other mom friends graduating, and all the while they were working and raising kids.  I’m not sure how we could swing me going back to school right now, but maybe we should just bite the bullet and do it.  Again, I’d have to find a babysitter and I’d probably rarely see hubby since he is on nights, but Oh that extra money in about 4 years would be fabulous.
Am I satisfying my hubby on every level needed to keep him and us strong?  Sorry not going into details here. {Insert winky face here.}
I’m fine (for the most part and when in my favorite outfits) with the way I look till I see Jenny after she popped out her 4th kid last week.  What the Cheese already back to a size 2??  With utter despair I stare at myself, and cry, “Why are these last 15 lbs hanging around??"

Oh and how the list could go on and on my friends, but I think you got the point.

Are these things really the essential ingredients to making one feel like a “Good” mom or “Accomplished” woman? Can you be both a good and accomplished woman without a college degree and stay-at-home mom?  YES, I’m slowly realizing, you can because none of those things matter in the most important ways.

I think that the accomplished woman is someone who is happy in her own skin, shaping a meaningful life, not impressing the neighbors.  When you are truly comfortable with yourself you won’t be sucked into playing the competition game and you won’t feel the need to impress others.

Lysa TerKeurst’s words struck me to the core yesterday while I was reading her book Am I Messing Up My Kids? “My family will be my greatest legacy.  More than the things I accomplish.”   All I could say after I read that was “WOW!”

In reality the girls are doing Great in school, I have enough shoes, if we want a vacation we save for it, my degree will take me 3-5 years to complete and then there is the possibility that we will be sent overseas and can’t use it for X amount of years, and I have a gym buddy so by spring those pesky pounds better be gone, and hubby still chases me around the house.
I have no idea what my kids will say about me, but after the last few days I’m not biting my nails about it.  No matter what anyone else thinks, or says my most important job is raising the two beautiful little ladies to be the best they can be, and to the best of my ability be the best wife for my hubby.  I’m their role model till I’m kicked off the pedestal so I’ll love the skin I’m in and love every part of the life I’m blessed to have.