Wednesday, September 30, 2009

3320 Days


How much of our lives is just spent waiting? At least 30 minutes in line at the post office, that's for sure. I'll bet I have the slowest post office on the planet - wagers anyone? Anyway, there's waiting in the grocery store, waiting for phone calls, waiting for our kids to reach milestones, and, if you're a woman, waiting to feel like a man. Yes. You read that right. I'm ready to feel like a man, damn it!

Now, I know I am not like many women out there in most regards, but I think most of us have this one in common, believe it or not. I don't remember when I first heard it, maybe in high school, but somewhere along the line, I heard that a man is in his sexual prime in his late teens and early twenties. Yet women have to wait until their thirties to enjoy this aspect of life to its fullest. Well, I have been 30 years old for 330 days, and I still don't feel like a man. There may have been a two week period when I was 29 and pregnant with my son, when maybe I had a glimpse of feeling like a man. Afterall, I was growing a little man inside my body. But since then, like Shania says, "I feel like a woman." How much longer am I going to have to wait until I think about sex every 7 seconds. (Yes, I know that's a myth, too.) But seriously, I wake up everyday wondering, is today the day? Nope. Is today the day? Nope.

I guess I have 3320 more days to figure out if I will hit my sexual prime during this decade of my life. Lord, help my husband if I do.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

This is Me - With No Apologies

I am so lucky to be married to a man who lets me be me, who lets me continue to grow and change while loving me all the same. At least that's my hope.

I am excited that I am growing in my faith as a Christian. I have recently, like within the last few weeks or month, really started diving back into Christianity and my relationship with God. I find myself eagerly looking forward to Sundays, so I can get to church. Now, if you know anything about me, you know that I adore sleep. Adore isn't even a strong enough word for it. Sleep could be my very best friend. I LOVE to sleep when I am able. But I now find myself hopping out of bed Sunday mornings so I can go hear a sermon from a Pastor I really enjoy listening to. I haven't been this excited about church since I was 14 years old. So, this will be the first Sunday I am taking the kids with me, and I really hope they enjoy themselves as much as I enjoy the messages. And yes, my daughter is getting preschool and Sunday school all in the same week, and I think she'll love it. I'm a little anxious about the kids being in different rooms, but I know that they'll either be completely fine with it, or they'll get used to it over time.

My husband has also been graciously letting me spend money to decorate our bedroom. And our room will be just the beginning. But I am starting to really love my bedroom, and I think all people should love their bedrooms. We are 99% done with the painting in our room. I may need a 3rd coat of yellow for the vanity nook area, but I'm OK with how it is now. I'd also like to paint our bathroom the same gray that our bedroom is now. The main color scheme of my newly decorated, yet incomplete, bedroom is gray,yellow, black, white, and burgundy. Black and white bedding that has yellow piping, a gray and yellow pillow (I need to get more pillows), a soon to be burgundy headboard and burgundy curtains, a black, burgundy and cream colored area rug, and either two black chairs or a black bench at the end of our bed. I know you can't see inside my head, but it's going to be bea-utiful.

And I can't redo the master bedroom without redecorating the kids' rooms. My daughter wants pink walls, so two different shades of pink will go on the walls. Her room will have a large butterfly theme going on. She loves butterflies, and it must be genetic since I love butterflies, but she LOVES them. I'll be excited to do her room. She'll move from a toddler bed to a double bed when we do her room as well. Have I mentioned that she's growing up too fast?? My son's room will be pretty easy, with 3 walls painted either a blue or green, with a striped accent wall. His should be easy.

So that's what's been going on with me. Making my house a home (after living here for a year now), and personal growth. Like Joyce Meyer said - "This is who I am, and I won't apologize for it."

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

And they Grow, and Grow, and Grow

My girl is starting preschool this week. Is she really going to be starting school? I can't believe she's old enough to leave me twice a week for 3 entire hours. Her excitement is bubbling out of her daily as her countdown to preschool begins. She's ready. With her new school bag all decorated with butterflies, flowers, dragonflies, and her name in pink, she's ready. I'm not sure my son will know what to do with himself while she's gone. They are the funniest and cutest little creatures to watch, and I adore how they entertain one another. And though they squabble as any other siblings do, it's evident that they love each other more than anything (except maybe Mickey Mouse).

They are growing up too fast. School for my girl and sentences for my boy. He said “I love you” for the first time last weekend. It melted my heart, right there in the middle of the post office. Then a couple days later, “I fall down,” and “I get down.” Then there was, “I find this.” Is he really just 1 ½ years old? I cannot believe he's growing up so fast. They both are!

I know one day I am going to blink, and they'll both be in college or getting married. I pray that I am able to be in each moment between now and then. I love seeing each milestone and the new and wondrous things they discover so often. They amaze me. Every single hair on their heads, word out of their mouths, smile on their faces. They amaze me.