February 2012 archive
“If only the people who worry about their liabilities would think about the riches they do possess, they would stop worrying.” – Dale Carnegie
My little night owl.
I make a huge point of trying my hardest to never feel sorry for myself. I know that there are millions of people on this planet who are dealing with things that even the darkest depths of my mind can’t fathom. I really do try my best to feel grateful for each and every moment God gives me – the good, the bad, the ugly.
When it’s 4:30am and you’re dealing with a crying infant who’s been waking up throughout the night, it’s hard not to feel down. For the last week Landon has been giving me a heck-of-a time at night. Last night he woke up at 11pm, 2am, 3:30am, & 4:30am. So, at 4:30 this morning I hit a low point. In my delirious state I busted down in tears and thought, “why me?” as if this was the worst thing in the world. And I felt sorry for myself. Sorry that I had to be up for the day in an hour and a half after a restless night. Sorry that I had to head off to a crazy-busy day at the office, including a big client presentation, with my sleep deprived brain. And just plain sorry for my poor boobs that had been sucked on all night. Yeah, that’s right… I said it.
Ya wanna know how I handled me and Landon’s 4:30am sob fest? I put the fussy baby back in his crib and I went back to bed, shutting both doors behind me. I ended up getting an extra hour of solid sleep and he must have eventually fallen back to sleep because he woke up at 7am, happy as a clam.
And now my brain is on straight again and I’m back to feeling grateful for the life I have been given. Sure, I look like a drug addict with my bloodshot eyes and I feel like I need a caffeine IV right now, but I don’t feel sorry for myself any more. I chose to be a parent. And I chose these sleepless nights.
I guess I just need to remember this next time I’m crying my eyes out at 4am.
Four friends laying by the lake on a muggy summer’s night. Girl, Boy, Girl, Boy. There was flirting and laughing interspersed with yawns. The sound of crickets filled the air and the smell of campfire was embedded in our hair. Soon enough four voices dwindled down to just two and then quiet.
He inched closer to me. His body just barely touched my right side, but I swear I could feel every pore of ours that collided. My heart was pounding so hard that I was positive he could hear it through my chest.
The silence was awkward. I started to sweat. I could hear the low slow breathing of our two sleeping friends. Now what? I could feel the chemistry shooting between us, but I didn’t know how to act on it.
And I didn’t have to.
In an instant he rolled on top of me and our mouths met. I always wondered if my braces would get in the way of kissing and now I knew… they were not an issue. The real issue was the amount of saliva dripping down the side of my mouth and how his tongue was practically choking me.
Is this what kissing is like? Wow, I guess this isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Now what do I do? Keep going? Push him off me?
I felt like I was drowning. Drowning in a sloppy make-out session that was far from romantic. After what felt like an eternity of tongue thrusting drooliness, I finally got the nerves up to pull away – turning my head to the left while his mouth hit my right cheek.
“What’s wrong?,” he asked.
“Oh, I just think I should be getting back to my tent. I’m tired.” Geez, what a lame excuse.
Before he could say anything I was waking my girlfriend up and dragging her back to our campsite. Wiping the saliva off my check as we ran through the darkness.
My first kiss was far from perfect, but I guess I’ll never forget it.
Today I’m linking up with Heather over at The Extraordinary Ordinary – I absolutely love her free writing posts, so I thought I’d give it a try. 🙂
For my Feb DIY project, I took a little trip to the craft store with a Pinterest idea in mind, but couldn’t find the dang supplies I needed. So, instead I walked out with a $4 plain wood picture frame and decided to get funky with some old magazines and catalogues.
Nothing extraordinary, but a super easy and fun little project. Here’s what ya need…
- Plain wood picture frame from craft store (or an old one that you want to re-purpose)
- Old magazines, newspapers, or catalogues
- Mod Podge
- Paint brush or something else to apply Mod Podge
Now do I even need to explain what to do next? All I did was go crazy cutting out anything that caught my eye in my old magazines. I made this frame to hang in my kiddos’ bedroom, so I kept that in mind. I seriously didn’t take longer than 10 minutes to chop out random crap. And then? As fast as I could, before my littles woke up from their naps, I painted some Mod Podge on the frame, smacked on my cutouts everywhere, let it dry for a few minutes, and then painted one last layer of Mod Podge over the entire thing. Let that beast dry and then DONE. Easy peasy.
We hung it over Leila’s bed and she just loves it.
Now I’m not gonna lie… this frame turned out FAR from perfect. The wet Mod Podge caused a lot of wrinkle action to happen on the thin magazine paper (you can kinda see it in the word “COOL” in the above pic). I’m thinking if I had a do-over I would use maybe a spray adhesive or something less wet to glue everything firmly down to the frame BEFORE applying the Mod Podge over the top. But, I don’t even know if that would help. Any pro Mod Podgers out there???
Either way, I am still super happy with how it turned out and I am totally keeping this little craft in mind when gift times roll around. Who wouldn’t love a funky fun frame like this? Oh, and I also bought a huge “B” at the craft store (for our last name) that I plan on Mod Podging with family photos. That’ll be a DIY artsy craftsy project for another month.
And this is about the extent of excitement from my weekend. Did you do anything fun?
The end of the work week makes my brain feel like mush, so ya know what that means? A random thought post… a little bit of word vomit.
House Hunters International makes me wanna drop everything and move somewhere exotic.
- Speaking of exotic, or at least tropical, I added a new Dream To Do to my list… buy a condo in Hawaii. And ya know what? I think this one may actually happen sooner rather than later!
- Ya know how I said in Landon’s 4 month post that he still isn’t sleeping through the night completely? Well, he still isn’t. BUT, that night he did! And it was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
- Hubby’s off this weekend and I am stoked! House is gonna get cleaned and we are all gonna do some big time bonding.
- Healthy Choice fudge bars are heaven in my mouth. Seriously. And only like 100 calories. Not that I really watch what I eat.
- Speaking of food, we made stuffed peppers the other night and they ROCKED my world. I promise I’ll share the recipe soon and you won’t be disappointed.
- Last week we had a lady come to our house to give us a quote for new blinds in our living room. The verdict? $1,600. Gasp. You know how many pairs of shoes I could buy with that $?
- I am still Body Rocking my booty off every week night (well, most nights) and I am loving it! And I am not joking… my butt is WAY firmer and I feel stronger. And only 20 minutes/night is right up my alley… totally doable. Almost done with the Feb 30 day challenge, so I will update again soon.
- Hubby is weird. He loves to pick out all of the random white hairs that grow throughout Billy’s black fur. Doing it as I type.
- Exciting things going on in my brain right now. Now if only I could make these exciting things happen in my life…. hmmmm…
- Ate WAY too huge of a lunch today and I’m paying for it now. Still bloated.
- Two happy happenings in my life: got a big ole annual bonus at work AND I’m going to Vegas on a girls’ trip in April!!! Love my girls.
- Ok, I’m tired now. It’s 9:15 and all I can think about is my amazing bed. Please tell me this is normal. How the heck am I going to live it up in Vegas if I can’t keep my eyes open past 9:30?
And now for a little bit of photo vomit to top this post off…
Stuffed peppers. YUMMO!
Baby holds his own bottle sometimes!
$1600 window blinds??? I don’t think so.
Off to bed for me! I’ll be partying it up in my dreams. Happy weekending All!
“Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.” ― Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
Wow, I’m sitting here typing this in complete silence. All I hear is the hum of the dryer in the basement. I don’t think I’ve returned from work to an empty house since before Leila was born 2.5 years ago. And it feels strange. And peaceful. And I don’t quite know what to do with myself.
Today was the hubby’s day off, so he took the kiddos to his parents house for a visit. Being that it is a 1.5 hour drive from here, I won’t be joining them. So, this means that I get a little time to myself. What to do? What to do? That is the question.
I think I’ll just sit. And listen to myself think for once. And not have to worry about cooking dinner for anyone or wiping anybody’s butt. Ahhhhhhh. It feels good.
Oh wait. Never mind. There are 457 loads of laundry to put away and an extremely dirty house to tidy up. And my peeps will probably be home very soon.
I guess the idea of a little quiet downtime was nice, though. 🙂