Saturday, Oh Lovely Saturday! February 6, 2010
It has been One of Those Weeks. You know the kind-more projects than time, obstacles thrown in your path, kids people that are difficult, illness. The kind of week that makes your neck and head tight with strain, your tummy churning with stress. This was the kind of week that makes you So Glad it’s Lovely Saturday. Two things have made this week bearable: getting up early for my quiet times, and having something fun to look forward to this weekend.
This past week, I rejoined the 5 o’clock club. Actually, I officially started on Wednesday since I was still recovering from my sickness last weekend. It has been HARD to get up early, but the results are so worth it. It is good to discipline my body, and to put my time where I say my priorities are.
Today, in addition to my normal Saturday routine of changing sheets, planning menus, and chilling with my family, I will be meeting my mom to take a community education course on freezer cooking. I already freezer cook a lot of our food, and even have several cookbooks on the topic. My mom approached me about this class, and even offered to pay for me to go, so I am. I am hoping to learn some good tips, as well as some good recipes. Plus, we come home with two meals to go in our freezer, AND I get to spend the morning with my mom. This will be fun.🙂
Aahhh, the Weekend February 2, 2010
Normally, I look forward to the weekend. This past weekend was no exception. I had a bit of work to do for my out of the house job, and I wanted to get some things done around my home, but the time felt free and pretty wide open. Aaahh, space to breath. I was tired on Friday night, which I attributed to the extra energy I had exerted getting up early and getting the Big 3 up to the mountains for a day of skiing. I even slept in on Saturday morning. By about 10 am on Saturday I knew my fatigue wasn’t just the tired from a busy week. Sickness was hitting. By late afternoon I was miserable with a tummy bug, just wishing I could somehow escape the yuck by sleeping. Finally, by about 9 pm, my symptoms started to abate.
My sweet honey was so kind and helpful, bringing me crushed ice and sympathy as I needed it. He fed the kids dinner, gave the Little Man a tubbie, and kept things going in The Land of Those Who Were Healthy. He himself wasn’t 100% well, having been afflicted with a similar bug earlier in the week, so he fell into bed about 10 pm ready for sleep himself. This sleep was critical, since he was preaching the next morning and needed to be well rested.
Midnight. Kid #2 walks into our room to announce he is sick, and that his very tall bunk bed needs to be cleaned up. In my state, I probably would have contributed to the mess, so I stayed in bed and Hero Husband took over. He got Kid #2 all cleaned up, the bedding into the washing machine, and got back into bed. Then we heard someone else get sick. Thinking it was Kid #2 again, Hero Husband ran down the hallway to check on him. He was fine. Oh, dear! On to the girls’ room, H.H. (yup, Hero Husband) discovers that Kid #3 had gotten sick by leaning over the edge of her top bunk. Yuck! So he cleans her up, cleans her room up, and moves the laundry around downstairs. Finally, Hero Husband collapses into bed, only to jump up again because the washing machine is clunking downstairs because the load is off balance. So he rights the load, waits for it to finish, shifts the sheets to the dryer, and starts the other load so I don’t have to mess with it in the morning. Of course, load two goes off balance too, so the poor guy has to fix the washing machine a second time.
Hero Husband finally gets back in bed, this time getting to stay there until his alarm goes off. Of course, Kid #4 wakes up at this crazy about the same time, not sick, but happy and ready to go downstairs. I scoop him up, and plant him on the couch next to me. He sees his papa eating breakfast, and asks for some, which Hero Husband gladly shares. He comes back to the couch with me, where he watches Kipper and I doze for about an hour.
Slowly, the kids drift downstairs. Kid #2 and Kid #3 feel horrible, but their symptoms have stopped. Kid #1 finally makes her appearance. Sadly, she is also afflicted. So the four of us lay around on the couches in the family room, doing our best to interact with the happy and healthy Kid #4 until Hero Husband comes back from church. The big news on Sunday was that I managed to take a shower.
So my weekend ended up being nothing at all like I imagined. I still feel puny, although better than I did on Monday. Hopefully, the upcoming weekend will be MUCH better.
Thankful Thursday January 28, 2010
A psalm. For giving thanks.
1 Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth.
2 Worship the LORD with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
3 Know that the LORD is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his [a] ;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
5 For the LORD is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.
1. I am so thankful for a husband and children that love the Lord.
2. I am grateful for our warm house and full pantry-we are blessed so far beyond our needs.
3. I am grateful for the health of our little family. Apart from the occasional tummy bug or cold, we have been healthy.
4. I am grateful for good friends.
5. I am grateful for the increasing ease with which I am getting up in the morning before the kids.
The Swim Challenge January 26, 2010
In November and December, Phil and I participated in a swim challenge with some friends to swim 25,000 yards each between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day. Both of us succeeded, and in the process, we discovered we like swimming for exercise. So this month, we decided to attempt another challenge: 40,000 yards each in January.
Well, here we are at the end of the month. Phil has one more swim of 2300 yards to go, and I have three more swims of 2100 yards each. My arms and shoulders are a little sore, but I’m going to make it. Yay!
Here’s our reward-a weekend away together. That’s worth having sore shoulders for! We have been pretending that we are”swimming” to our destination. Once we hit our goal, we will have swum about 49 miles. So we have chosen a cute little cabin that is 48.6 (or so) miles away. Exercise and good time together makes me happy.