Just your average week...

Confession: I am in a funk.

It’s a work meets stress meets home life meets stress meets momma-hood meets stress. Who’s with me?! I know for certain I am not alone and I find cheerful solidarity that there are other mommas out there who are equally as ready some mornings to rip their hair out, throw up their hands in surrender and shout “ Jesus take the wheel!! This momma feels like a hot mess!!” Ya know?

So this week has just been the cherries upon the whipped cream upon the caramel upon the ice cream sundae of craziness. It all started last weekend. I love my weekends. I do. Who doesn’t? But I have a new found respect for you single parents. Alfie was sick this weekend and on top of the cold he was suffering from achey breaky backy painy (he broke his back, back in the day, random, during a softball game…church softball might I add… we were dating, newly dating and he spent an entire summer…or at least it felt like…in a fun little back brace, with his new girlfriend…me…driving him around) so he literally did nothing and couldn’t do anything all weekend. So that left an awful lot of mommy and Colty time. Like a lot of it. Like Friday, Saturday AND Sunday of me and the kid. I was essentially single parenting for the weekend and you real single parents are SAINTS! How you do it everyday without a relief of another parent to buffer is beyond me, so here is me tipping my hat (or cheersing a double shot of tequila, cause Lord knows you probably need that more than a freakin’ hat tip, I know I did!)

So along came Monday. Bright and shining hateful Mondays. Nobody enjoys Mondays unless they have the day off. So work is well…work and deadlines are rapidly approaching putting momma on edge more than a little. Same as Tuesday…just compounding. And we enter Wednesday. Well Wednesday was the accumulation of all things Friday through Sunday PLUS Monday and Tuesday leaving me NOT my usual happy camper (ok, bad analogy, I can’t imagine me ever a literal happy camper, so let’s go with happy sun bather).

**WARNING- miiiiight make you gag so don’t read on a full stomach***

Prefacing this with we had Chinese for dinner. Colty too. He likes it. General Tso and rice. Mmmm. Little guy eats like a champ. But around 1am I awoke to Colty (who yes, sleeps with us, no judgment please…lol) thrashing and sitting up. So I picked him up and held him, trying to rock him back to sleep when, yack. 30% on me, 60% on colty, 10% on the bed and 0% on Alfie (go figure). So of course I corral the lil puker into the bathroom to try and clean him up. Alfie shouts over to notify me the bed is still good, although I know for a fact he got some on my side, so I kindly (haha I am sure that at 1am I was definitely kind…who isn’t?) requested a sheet change anyways. And he complied and brought new jammies for colty. I had just gotten him cleaned up and into a new outfit when YACK again, all over himself. DANG IT! Enter another new outfit for Colty(since I had managed to catch the entire contents of this puke session in his top. Yeah all rice and chicken and… peas?! It was hilariously nasty and I chuckle to myself as I hear, and reminisce of, Alfie complaining about the stench. It reeked of Vienna sausages and cat food. Gross. So finally Colty is cleaned up, new jammie on and we pop back into bed this time with a towel down incase another puke round happened. And you know it did. This time though Colty decided to situp (on the towel) puke and then WHAM face plant right into the puke, then roll to the side and push himself up by sticking his hand right into it. So extremely nasty! Oh yeah and did I mention I looked over and he was chewing. OMG I almost lost it. Al.Most. Lost.It. One last final cleanup of the lil man, complete with NO Jammies (lesson learned) and new towel, around 3am we finally all got back to sleep. Just a typical night with a sick child…right? Luckily he wasn’t really sick, so I’m guessing dinner didn’t sit well!

Well hopefully the weekend can recharge this momma!

"Why so serioussss??"

SERIOUS POST! SERIOUS POST!!!


Confession: I am not a fan of serious posts (which is why I don’t do them often), BUUUT today is an exception, so read on….

So Alfie and I joined a bible study with some friends and this week was our first official week on the marriage series we are doing. And it was great!!

In all honesty I went into it kind of grumbly…. “ugghh it’s a week night”, “grrr I’m going to have to rush from work to pick up colty then eat and rush there”…. “oye its going to be a long day”. You know the typical weeknight with children issues every family deals with. But God certainly worked through my grumbling heart.

The first lesson was centered around women needing love and men needing respect and how we interpret that from our spouse and it touched on Ephesians 5:22-25 (Wives submit, husbands love your wives). Now I have heard that text a bazillion times, just like every married Christian and have always been frustrated with the concept of submitting. For me, in my head, submitting was to be weak. To blindly follow and leave the fate of myself and family in my husband’s hands, especially when it came to something I felt I could do/plan better for. But boy is it a symbol of a strong wife to fully submit to her husband, to put in his hands (and ultimately God’s) the future of herself and her family. What I often forget it to look at the rest of the verse: wives submit to your husbands, as to the Lord. I am not just told to submit and to do so with mediocre actions. I am commanded to submit to my husband in the same extent that I would to the Lord. Yikes! YOWZA! Which is again explained in verse 24: Therefore, just as the church is subject to Christ so let wives be to their own husbands in everything. Oh sweet Lord…Really? In everything??? Just the thought of those 2 little words makes me want to baulk. “Well surely He doesn’t mean everything.”, “He must only be referring to little things and things Alfie is good at.” Nope, I am pretty sure “in everything” is clear to mean EV-ER-Y-THANG. And that is one GIANT pill to swallow, because I certainly do not submit well or often, let alone in everything. But I am supposed to, supposed to hand over those reigns I like to control and essentially give it to Alfie (and more importantly give it to the Lord, and trust that Alfie is doing the same).

Whiiiiiiiiiiich if you think about it is a lot!! A lot of responsibility for the head of the household. Yet this was God’s plan and I am sure in his design of man he equipped them far better to handle that responsibility than us ladies. But the cool part is verse 25: Husbands love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her. WOW. When you think of that kind of love, so powerful that they would DIE for you, it’s not that hard to submit to, right? Because when you love something THAT much you can’t help but think of them in every action/ decision you make. You can’t help but to put them as such a priority. So if your husband loves you THAT much, then the submission should be rather easy, because YOU and your wellbeing are so much his purpose and goal (because he loves you so much) that he would do everything with you in mind. DING DING DING!! I GET IT I GET IT!! HELLO! Yes, this is me with a GINORMOUS light bulb going off!! LOL

And WOW that was only week 1!! CAH-RAY-ZEEEE. Great discussion (we were all there until 9:45 talking, when it’s supposed to end at 8, that’s how well it all went.) LOTS of laughter, lots of “ahh-haa” moments as you realize couples similar to yourself, lots of great stories and “examples” . Definitely looking forward to next week. :)