I love Christmas. I have so many good childhood memories of Christmastime. I love putting up lights and decorating my house. I love all the little traditions. I love stuffing stockings for early Christmas morning (stockings always have the best gifts of all!). I love listening to Christmas music (how else can I explain how the line ” God is not dead nor does he sleep” from “I heard the bells on Christmas day” always makes me cry?)
That being said, we pick and choose what we do. We only bake a few batches of cookies, and we give most of them away. I don’t send Christmas cards ( I NEVER have them done on time). I don’t buy the latest and and greatest toy for my kids. I am always on the lookout for ways to expand our celebration of Christmas with traditions that are meaningful to us.
I enjoy chick flicks. Maybe it’s because I was never allowed to watch them until I moved out, and I’m still catching up on all the cheesy movies I missed as a Teen. Maybe it’s because my pregnant mommy self can’t handle anything to violent or intense. Maybe it’s because I can’t stand it when a story ends badly/sadly FOR NO REASON! Whatever the reasoning, I like chick flicks. I enjoy the good ones, and I make fun of the not so great ones while I watch them.
I don’t fold laundry. I’ve mentioned this before, but apparently it never ceases to be shocking. Folding laundry is boring. It is also unproductive in my house full of little girls who adore changing their clothing 17 times a day and unfold everything that was folded! Or maybe I’m just lazy and detest folding laundry, whatever, my system works for now.
Instead of folding, I hang up anything that absolutely cannot be wrinkled (read: I would be forced to iron it later!) and the rest gets tossed into each persons individual basket straight from the dryer. I do fold bath towels and sheets, they store better for me that way.
I do not own a scale. I detest them. I do not plan on ever acquiring one. I can tell if my pants are getting a bit tight without a scale to tell me exactly how many pounds I’ve put on. If the scale is there, I will weigh myself multiple times a day and obsess about any fluctuations, not to mention feel down about my size in general. I care way more about how healthy I feel, then how big the number is on my scale.
I love my kids so much. My greatest fear is losing them, or having something terrible happen to them. I feel as though I have barely scratched the surface of how to relate to and enjoy my children. I know that goal is a life-long endeavor, but I want it now! I don’t want to miss anything! They are already growing so fast. I am so afraid of failing them. Afraid of somehow being unable to demonstrate my love in ways that they will actually feel loved. Afraid that I will not be able to be the mama they need.
I got so frustrated by the smoke alarm in my kitchen going off every time I burned something, that I disconnected it. I have carbon monoxide detectors and another smoke detectors in other rooms, they will have to be enough.
I have over a dozen half-written blog posts in progress right now, ranging in topic from reviews of sexual abuse prevention books to a write up on our “vacation” to my recent understanding of why we need a Savior. I could spend hours blogging, I miss writing because it’s been almost 2 weeks since I got to work on ANYTHING! But unfortunately, I have been catching up on housework and laundry and trying to get everyone re-acclimated to living at home again. So I will live to write another day.
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