Friends! I miss you guys. It’s very weird to go through a week and keep all my deep thoughts to myself. It’s probably a good practice in non-vanity. (No, every thought is not deserving of daily blog posts, fancy-pants Boyett!)
I have, however, shared my thoughts with the Mister. And I wrote them down. (Take that, humility/guilt-inducing voice in my head!)
I can’t tell you all how grateful I am for your prayers and notes of encouragement this past week. Seriously, am I the luckiest? To have people who care enough about my situation to reach through the internet streams and let me know they love me? It’s such a gift to know all of you. And I’m grateful.
So, because I’m so vain, I will now tell you what I’ve been up to:
This week I sold some stuff on Craigslist. (Read: new outdoor table I was so excited about and double stroller without much urban traction). I gave some stuff away. I organized the Important Files, which, for this right-brained girl who has used “I need to write another blog post” as reason enough to not pay attention to family documents for the past six months, was an ordeal. I did it though. And I shredded a lot. Which made me feel awesome.
Chris and I ate some meals with friends we love and will miss.
I started CrossFit, not because I love it. (I suffered through CrossFit for two months of my life from the time August was 5 to 7 months old.) It was amazing for my post-baby belly. I despised every bit of it. You know how people say: “Oh, this thing is so hard but it feels so good once you realize what your body can do!” Nope. Not me. Those two months made me strong and proud of myself. But I never EVER enjoyed it.
I signed up for CrossFit this time because a) I had a Google Offer for one month of classes and I have to use up before we move and b) Chris and I are going on our Big Amazing Trip the end of September and I promised myself I would try to combat my happy espresso-shake belly before vacation.
Also, when I was organizing the boys’ clothes in the 100+ degree garage Saturday afternoon, I thought about how many times I have folded tiny clothes into a plastic bin and labeled it. And then I thought if there were badges for Mom Things We Excel At, I would totally get a badge for organizing small clothes into plastic bins!
Then I was laughing in my head about Mom Badges and how we could wear them across our chests on an awesome Mom Sash and we could compare and judge each other based on how deep our individual suffering:
A badge for each 6 months of breastfeeding!
A badge for how many hours clocked of children’s books read aloud!
A badge for numbers of vegetables snuck into our child’s food that week!
Then I thought, Oh, we already do that. It’s called the Mommy Wars. (Remind me to write a post about that.)
I’ve also been thinking about what it means to Taste and see that the Lord is good (Psalm 34:8). Tasting requires effort sometimes. And the verse doesn’t say “Taste and see that the Lord is delicious.” It says: Good.
There’s something to that. (Remind me to write a post about that too.)
Until then, things are looking hopeful in terms of finding August a preschool. I have some amazing friends in San Francisco helping me out and I can’t tell you how grateful I am to be returning to that dear community. I’ve been plugging away at the book as well.
And I’m entering into peace because the Lord keeps reminding me that even when the taste is bitter, there is always goodness.
Taste and see, taste and see.
We’ll catch up again soon(ish),