I thought that once I was an adult I would be able to eat whatever I want, whenever I want. With a toddler in the house, I sometimes feel like I'm the little kid "sneaking cookies" and my toddler is the parent... because he can't have a cookie at 9:30 in the morning.
This morning I sit here with my toddler yelling "NO! No, no, no, no!" and hitting my chair because I told him he couldn't have a cookie until lunch time.
I ignore this behavior that is clearly for the purpose of getting my attention.
And I wish he would leave the room so I can eat a cookie.
He leaves. I grab one.
He comes back. Cookie in my pocket.
Out again. Stuffing my face... until he catches me.
Deer in headlights. Did he see it?
Waiting...
No.
Gone again. Chocolate peanut butter goodness.
The cookie's gone. My toddler isn't. More cookies tempting me on the table... it's all going to start again, isn't it?
Happy Wednesday, everyone!
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Baking with a Toddler
Oh, my! Baking with my toddler has proved to be the most patience-trying and rewarding thing we have done together in a long time! If you haven't tried it, I highly suggest you do. Just make sure you set up the atmosphere so that you will have as much patience as a cat waiting for her prey. The Love Bug and I had so much fun! We've baked an ice cream cake, a coffee cake, and cookies together so far!
The cookies, I have to say, were the biggest challenge for me. We (yes, WE - - as in my toddler and I) had just swept the whole house, and then we decided to bake cookies from scratch... lots of patience when he flung flour and cocoa all over himself and the kitchen! He had so much fun, though, and it was fun to watch his face as he realized that we were making cookies that he could then eat!
Lazy Days
Lazy Days - - that's all I've had recently. I am so tired all the time that all I have the energy to do is throw a load of laundry in the washer, feed the Love Bug, and then sit down to rest.
A big part of it is the pregnancy - - and the fact that I don't like being pregnant doesn't help. But another big part of it is that I have simply allowed myself to get lazy.
I have my good days each week, don't get me wrong. I still have the ability to make hubby come home and say, "Wow, babe, you went to town today!" when he looks around the house. Those are the good days. There are also the days when I get out of the house and get to the playground, run errands, or go out to visit someone. Those are good days, too. But today, like most days, I have no plans. I cleaned yesterday so there's really nothing to do in that area (that I want to do or feel like I still can with my big cow of a belly), and I have nowhere to be. So the "plan" today will be to rest.
I'm so sick of resting!! But I'm not willing to give it up - - it's just an inner struggle. I'm ready for this baby to be here. I'm tired of waiting, tired of being tired (though I know that with a newborn tiredness is going to be a regular feeling in our household for a while).
So I'll rest. I'll beat the last few levels on Roller Coaster Tycoon and I'll catch up on all my shows. And in the midst of this rest, I'll find something fun to do with my toddler that doesn't tire me out too much.
A big part of it is the pregnancy - - and the fact that I don't like being pregnant doesn't help. But another big part of it is that I have simply allowed myself to get lazy.
I have my good days each week, don't get me wrong. I still have the ability to make hubby come home and say, "Wow, babe, you went to town today!" when he looks around the house. Those are the good days. There are also the days when I get out of the house and get to the playground, run errands, or go out to visit someone. Those are good days, too. But today, like most days, I have no plans. I cleaned yesterday so there's really nothing to do in that area (that I want to do or feel like I still can with my big cow of a belly), and I have nowhere to be. So the "plan" today will be to rest.
I'm so sick of resting!! But I'm not willing to give it up - - it's just an inner struggle. I'm ready for this baby to be here. I'm tired of waiting, tired of being tired (though I know that with a newborn tiredness is going to be a regular feeling in our household for a while).
So I'll rest. I'll beat the last few levels on Roller Coaster Tycoon and I'll catch up on all my shows. And in the midst of this rest, I'll find something fun to do with my toddler that doesn't tire me out too much.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Community
Community - - I've always thought I knew the meaning of the word. Until today, when I realized that I had no concept of how to accept the community of others.
I have had an anxiety-filled day. It shouldn't have been that way, but when you're 30 weeks pregnant and forced to do the one thing that you hate most in the world (yes, that just might be the hormones talking), the simplest of errands can feel like it ends in catastrophe.
On my way out the door to get some routine blood work done this morning, I wrote a Facebook post that many people do when they're feeling the way I felt: I asked for prayer. When I got into the parking lot of the hospital, I said a prayer myself. I prayed that God would give me peace, that He would provide me with a technician who really knew what they were doing, and that I would hardly feel the needle that I was fearing so much.
I wiped the tears from my eyes, grabbed my son out of the back seat, and headed in. When I got to the front desk, the woman looked at me, with my toddler in my arms, and asked if I knew this was a one-hour test. I told her I hadn't realized. She then asked me if I had fasted. No, I hadn't. I'm pregnant and eat around the clock. I told her I would figure out another time to come in, and left.
Anxiety spiked. Now, instead of getting my blood work done in one quick swipe, I would have to sit around the office for an entire hour on an empty stomach. Not only that, but I would have to figure out how to pay a babysitter for that time. Financial stress was the last thing I needed.
When I got home I continued to feel Satan attacking me in a way he hasn't in a long time. I felt everything caving in around me, and I didn't know what to do. Then the Lord reminded me of the community around me. The community that was the reason why we moved here in the first place. He did so through several wonderful people.
Accepting help is not something I do easily. Tomorrow morning before breakfast I will bring the Love Bug to a friend's house and get the dreaded blood work done without a toddler in toe. What a blessing it is to have people surrounding me with prayers and love and support, and what an incredible added blessing that several friends have offered to actually help out! I could not be more thankful.
I promise to make an effort to accept help more often, if you will promise to hold me to it?
I have had an anxiety-filled day. It shouldn't have been that way, but when you're 30 weeks pregnant and forced to do the one thing that you hate most in the world (yes, that just might be the hormones talking), the simplest of errands can feel like it ends in catastrophe.
On my way out the door to get some routine blood work done this morning, I wrote a Facebook post that many people do when they're feeling the way I felt: I asked for prayer. When I got into the parking lot of the hospital, I said a prayer myself. I prayed that God would give me peace, that He would provide me with a technician who really knew what they were doing, and that I would hardly feel the needle that I was fearing so much.
I wiped the tears from my eyes, grabbed my son out of the back seat, and headed in. When I got to the front desk, the woman looked at me, with my toddler in my arms, and asked if I knew this was a one-hour test. I told her I hadn't realized. She then asked me if I had fasted. No, I hadn't. I'm pregnant and eat around the clock. I told her I would figure out another time to come in, and left.
Anxiety spiked. Now, instead of getting my blood work done in one quick swipe, I would have to sit around the office for an entire hour on an empty stomach. Not only that, but I would have to figure out how to pay a babysitter for that time. Financial stress was the last thing I needed.
When I got home I continued to feel Satan attacking me in a way he hasn't in a long time. I felt everything caving in around me, and I didn't know what to do. Then the Lord reminded me of the community around me. The community that was the reason why we moved here in the first place. He did so through several wonderful people.
Accepting help is not something I do easily. Tomorrow morning before breakfast I will bring the Love Bug to a friend's house and get the dreaded blood work done without a toddler in toe. What a blessing it is to have people surrounding me with prayers and love and support, and what an incredible added blessing that several friends have offered to actually help out! I could not be more thankful.
I promise to make an effort to accept help more often, if you will promise to hold me to it?
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