Thursday, December 31, 2009

new years eve

After feeling pretty good about things I didn't think after a week my emotions would come crashing at me so hard. I'm sad.. and empty today. It's been a week, a week since my womb was occupied. I'm not sure how to heal this and I'm not sure it will ever go away. I feel like I learned so much from this experience but that it was such a teaser.. I desperately want another baby, but why. I'm sad that it likely won't happen right away.

I also wonder why I want to keep having kids. Why do I feel like I'm trying to fix something within myself each pregnancy and when will I learn that I can not change the past? I can not make my mother be a mother to me, but I can be a mother to my kids. I can not make my childhood any easier but I can make theirs gentler. I can not force a relationship to happen with my mother or my stepmother but I can foster a truly loving relationship with my daughter. I can not heal my birth experiences through another. So will another baby change these things, fill the void? no, not likely.

I guess it seems odd to ask these questions and I feel like I'm talking in circles lately. Anyway, I asked a psychic if there was another baby and if so, when? And her response I guess really triggered me to question.. though the feelings were there long before the questions.

I don't want to end the year on such a sad note.. though it was a rather shitty year and I'm more than happy to see it go. I want to look for some positives... looking forward. I want to spend more time with my family this year, quality time. I want to shift my kids' attitudes and other things in the coming months. I'm hoping things go smoother this coming year, I hope my husband gets a job soon, I hope that we conceive another baby this year.. and gosh I hope for many things. Let's just say I'm counting on 2010 to be far better than 2009.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Warning: TMI My miscarriage story

It's complete.

Dec. 18 ~started spotting pink. I felt really disturbed by the sight and cried a bit. This was so not what I was expecting.

Dec. 19 ~spotting seemed to have tapered off some, turned brown. Was still bothered by it but thought maybe it was just nothing, a fluke.

Dec. 20 ~had more spotting, was brown and red. That evening I had my first trickle of red blood. I thought for sure this was it. No cramping or discomfort there.

Dec. 21 ~thought things might be ok, still had some hope that maybe it was nothing.. or something perhaps placental. It seemed the bleeding occurred every evening between 6 and 8pm.

Dec. 22 ~I think the bleeding started earlier today. Seemed like there was always blood whenever I wiped but it wasn't flowing out of me. Still not really cramping or uncomfortable.

Dec. 23 ~Woke up really not feeling well. I went to fun club and just didn't feel right. I felt weak and shaky. I came home, on the drive home I felt really crampy. I took a nap and felt something odd in my butt, was very uncomfortable. Bleeding picked up a little but still nothing massive.

Dec. 24 ~Went to my mother in laws for Christmas. Ate lots of protein type foods. I had a plate full of deviled eggs, chicken strips and a deli sandwich. My body decided that's what it needed to get things really going. I started cramping and I could feel it coming in waves. It was really starting to get uncomfortable around the time we started opening gifts. I told my husband that I felt like we should go soon. I really wasn't feeling well. I stood up to leave and a bunch of clots and blood came pouring out of me. I was grateful it wasn't all over but I did have to run to the bathroom and swap things out. We left shortly after because I did not want to do this anywhere but home. The whole car ride I could feel waves of pain, it was very similar to active labor and I was moaning through some of the pains. We got home and the little one had fallen asleep in the car, thank goodness because I really was stuck in the bathroom. Lots of clots came out at this point and the pain was pretty intense. It was bearable.. but intense. I really felt at ease with this process by this point. Up until now.. I was teary and emotional every time I thought about it but at that point I embraced it. My body was doing what it knew needed to be done. I was trusting the process to happen naturally and it did. Things slowed down considerably. I was able to clean myself up a bit and the bathroom some.. throw a pad on and EAT. I was hungry. and thirsty. After I ate, I had one more episode where i was stuck to the toilet.... then I was able to just relax. I was tired but felt pretty good. I think in part I was amazed at the process.. which probably sounds very strange for some. I started thinking about Christmas and how my poor babies had nothing to open Christmas morning. I felt bad about this.. and decided that I felt well enough to run out to Wal-Mart to get each of them a few things. I was trying to take it easy while there, but a few times I felt a little woozy. I got home after being there for about an hour and felt like I needed to pee. I sat down and pushed a little and plop, out came the placenta. I had a look at it.. amazed that my body created this and sustained it for a few weeks. I have read many miscarriage stories recently and so many women found comfort in keeping their placentas, I decided before all of this happened that I wanted to do the same. So I had another good look.. I could see the gestational sac and even a tiny babe floating around inside of it. The baby was about the size of a sesame seed.. I think it had stopped developing around 6ish weeks which is around the time that I just felt like something was off. I put the placenta in a bag and will bury it in the spring. Goodbye my beautiful sweet babe.. I'm sorry I wasn't able to nurture you for very long, you were very, very loved and wanted and I thank you for showing me that my body is not broken and knows what to do when given time to complete the process on my own.

I truly felt like this was a huge learning experience for me. I also feel like I should probably feel devastated... but I'm actually very much at peace with things. I want another babe.. and so does my husband, we might actually try for one this time instead of allowing it to just happen. A part of me feels like this babe's purpose was to show me... he/she was such a surprise to me. Usually I have this feeling like a babe is knocking at the door so to speak. It was just all so unusual. I really miss being pregnant though.. and was so looking forward to my belly growing round, Sage being a big sister and having a little one to grow with. I really wanted this but I know it was not the right time in my heart. Hopefully I'm blessed to experience another babe in this lifetime, a babe from my womb.

Love and light on this Christmas day. I'm healing physically.. emotionally I'm sound.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009


goodbye baby. i never thought this would happen to me.. i never thought my body would fail me so badly. it's an answer.. but it's not really the one i was hoping for. my heart hurts. i wanted this baby. i wanted to grow round and celebrate my body. i wanted a homebirth. i wanted sage to have a little baby to grow up with.

i think i knew a few weeks ago. i panicked when my symptoms seemed to just disappear overnight. i'd never experienced that before. i had grown somewhat complacent with my new norm and thought things were just going differently this time. all of my pregnancies have been very different. then on friday, the 18th i started to lightly spot. it was pink mucous that went to brown.. that lasted a couple days. on sunday i had my first drop of red blood. i thought oh great, this is it but things didn't quite pick up from there. so i settled into thinking maybe it's just something placental.. maybe it's nothing. maybe it will just stop. god so many fucking maybes. i'm angry at those maybes. i'm pissed at them for not coming true. fuck you maybes. and yet.. i still have more.. maybe i'm just losing a twin, maybe it's not what i think it is.. maybe hope.

things really picked up this evening. my bleeding had gotten a little heavier yesterday, and there was more today. i just felt off today. totally off, it must have been apparent because a few people pointed it out at our homeschool group. once i settled in i felt a little better, probably because my mind was off of it. when i got home i napped with my sage girl, was woke with a crisis and dealt with that. when i went to the bathroom the next time there was a lot of clotty stuff and my back has been hurting. it's not too bad yet.. but i guess it will get worse. i feel raw emotionally. merry fuckin' christmas to me... bitter.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

A new outlook

I asked babe to give me a sign last night before bed. I woke feeling good overall about this pregnancy, positive. I hope I can just stop and listen and enjoy for now... no matter what happens in the future. I've been striving for that this whole pregnancy and it seems I'm taking baby steps to get there. It's complicated and difficult to let go of what you've always been but apparently quite important to me right now. Ah! I feel like I'm talking in circles. lol Anyway... today's prognosis, no spotting = good.

Saturday, December 19, 2009


Last night I started spotting a little. It was very light but alarming to me just the same. It started off pinkish, went to an old reddish color then tapered off to brown. Today I had one episode of dark brown spotting but it all looks like old blood. I'm really not sure how to feel about it, what to think. I am trying to keep the faith and trust that all will be well. It's a little difficult at times when in the past couple of weeks I have really questioned if I am pregnant at all. My symptoms at times seem so mild compared to Sage's pregnancy but really all of my boys were rather mild compared to Sage's pregnancy.

There have been a couple of times I've felt a cramp here or there but I know that's entirely in the realm of normal in the first trimester. It could be nothing, too, just my uterus stretching and growing. I wish I just knew with certainty. The guessing is wearing me down. I have no insurance so just making an appointment doesn't work for me and I really don't deem this an emergency situation. Not enough to justify going to the emergency room. So I guess I sit and wait it out.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

My Questions

I'm currently reading Birthing From Within by Pam England and Rib Horowitz. I'm not too far into the book just yet but one of the first things it asks is what's my question?

"When you were expecting, what was it that you needed to know to give birth?"

I have a few questions...

Do I trust in my body?
Do I trust my own judgment?
Do I believe in myself?

I've had these questions come up over and over the past couple of weeks. The first trimester of pregnancy is always the hardest. I haven't felt too awful this time around and I think that has played with my brain a bit. I spent most of last week even questioning if I was pregnant still. I had an epiphany at some point that while it matters to me what happens, what will be will be. I can't control or it change it and I'm embracing that as best I can right now. I'm just trying to find my inner patience and project it best I can.

I should post a belly pic.. I am not too full yet, but definitely have some bloat lol which gives the appearance of belly. ;) I can just feel the top of my uterus and I always find that part of pregnancy neat and interesting. I am really trying to have patience and enjoy each step of this journey. It's interesting how much I want this now... now that it's a reality, I'm terrified of losing it.

Saturday, November 21, 2009


So it's sinking in... I'm pregnant, again. I'm flipping between totally elated (omg! i'm pregnant again!! eeeeeeee!) to freaking out (omg! I'm pregnant again! what's next?!) Babies are blessings and I know I am never given more than I can handle. This is a good thing and all will be well.

I'm planning to birth this babe at home. I have been envisioning this journey since my pregnancy with Sage. I know this is meant to be and I need to work on finding a centering, calm balance this time around. I know I don't fall in with arbitrary due dates and I never have. I'm not even like most women who birth by 42 weeks, it's entirely likely I will go to 44 weeks. Or, perhaps, even longer. I am mentally preparing for a long ride and I'm intending to enjoy it because I feel this is surely the last time I walk this road.

I can't wait to feel this babe flipping around inside of me. To feel his/her feet and arms and limbs doing a dance in my womb. I can't wait to grow round and goddess-like and to feel the love radiate from myself into myself. I'm meant to do this. I'm meant to grow babies and birth them and love them. This is my life's path.. to mother and nurture. I'm grateful that this is what I have chosen for myself.

This baby has already made his/her presence known. My uterus feels full? I'm not exactly sure how to explain the sensation but I know something is there and I know all is well. In a couple of weeks I will be able to easily feel something there and that makes me feel hopeful and excited. I really thought that I would never experience this again and I'm hoping to chronicle the whole thing, from start to finish.

I feel the need to share a dream I had when I was pregnant with Miss Sage. It was the only pregnancy/delivery dream I had with her. With the boys I often had lots of pregnancy/delivery/baby dreams... I'm not sure why I was only given the gift of one but perhaps it was meant to prepare me for the journey I'm about to embark upon.
"I knew I was in labor and I felt peacefully at ease with myself. I was in the bathroom, laboring in the tub. I felt the need to step out, I felt no pain. As I stepped out of the tub I started to delivery the babies over the bathroom rug. The first out was my girl. My Sage. She was so beautiful. I was enthralled. The second baby was born, the baby was a boy. He was too small and not ready and I was ok with that. I felt in time he would come back to me and I took my time absorbing the details of my little girl. I had no worry about the other baby, I knew in time I would be able to hold him. I knew he wasn't mine yet."
Birthing in my bathroom, on my own was such an empowering feeling. I can't describe what it felt like exactly but it felt right and the way things should be. I feel like that is how I was meant to have Sage but I went to the hospital anyway... She was an almost failed induction. I do not want to experience that again. I want to trust that my body and my baby will know when the time is right. I want that experience of empowerment. The feeling from my dream has stuck with me for all these years. ♥

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Totally Unexpected

Not exactly what I was expecting,


a little freaked out, a little excited. ♥

Sunday, November 15, 2009

The Things I am Thankful For.

I've given this a lot of thought recently. I truly have so many things to be thankful for... and with it being November, this is probably a better time than ever to list them. :)

I am thankful for my beautiful children and their excellent health. They enrich my lives in ways I could have never imagined. I love watching them grow and develop. I enjoy their company and having them home with me all the time. I treasure the time we spend together.

I am thankful for my husband. There are, of course, times I wish I could throttle him! but overall he's a great guy. We are going on being together 12 years now... I find that amazing. We met when I was just 18 and hardly the person that I am today. He has watched me grow and develop in to the person I am today. He knows me better than just about anybody. And I for him. There's a special something when you share so much of your life with somebody.. through all the trials and tribulations, the good times and bad.. he's been there for me whether I've liked it or not.

I'm truly thankful for the food that is in my fridge, freezer and pantry cabinets. We have recently been without food and I can't say I'll ever take it for granted again. I love to cook and bake, it makes me feel whole inside when my children enjoy a meal I've created or the smiles on their faces when they bite into a treat I've baked for them.

I'm ever thankful for the presence of my family and friends, without them the past few months would have been even more difficult. I appreciate the generous offers to help us when we were in our greatest time of need. I hope one day to pay it all forward, to help when I can.

I'm thankful for the support I receive each day through the internet. My internet friends are among the greatest people I have ever had the pleasure to know. I know some say you truly can never know someone online but I beg to differ. Some of these people have been an integral part of my life and support system for the past 3 years. I've watched as they have added to their families, made life altering decisions and many other things. I think without them my life would probably be a lot more chaotic and stressful. Special thanks goes out to the ones that have helped guide me on my path to gentler parenting and the special words of wisdom so many had when we started on our homeschooling journey. It's been an eventful couple of years and I wouldn't change them for the world.

I'm truly grateful for so many other things in my life but I think those are the top. Trying to hold on to the good while the bad passes on its way out. ♥♥

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

very rough draft

i've recently been writing about our journey in schooling. going from schoolers to unschoolers. i suppose it's interesting to no one but myself, lol. i thought i would post it here so at some point in the future i might go back to and perhaps review it. i think it's amazing how my thought processes have changed so much since kyle was little. i often wish i had the knowledge and strength i have now, back then. :) (this is going to be a LONG post. lol i guess i'm extremely long winded when i talk about schooling)

Schooler to Unschooler?

It all started shortly after my oldest son turned 5. He was going to kindergarten and I was being forced to let go. I can remember pulling in to the parking lot of the school and tears starting to fill my eyes. I grabbed the baby out of the car seat and reached for my boy's hand. He turned his little face up to mine and said, "I'm a big boy now, Mama. I don't need to hold your hand anymore." The tears that filled my eyes now spilled over, I wasn't ready to let my baby go yet!

Perhaps at this point I should have listened to my screaming gut, but no. I stuck him in school, mourned the first week and then thought this might be ok. I thought how nice it would be that I would actually get to go out while he was in school, with just the baby. How I would be able to do so much more now that there was one less to my crew. Ha! Yeah, I didn't manage to do many grand things when he was only in school for 3 hours a day. I did enjoy some quiet time with the baby. That was about it. I usually wound up waiting for him to get out of school before I went anywhere, 3 hours sure isn't a whole lot of time to do much of anything.

All hell broke loose sometime around the 2nd quarter. I was informed that my son was 'behind' with his letter sounds. When I drilled him at home, he seemed pretty much on par. He was placed in a 'reduction class' that to me became a joke. For a half a quarter I humored the school and talked to my boy about his feelings in regards to this class. "Mommy, I hate being taken from my class. I really like my friends and teacher." Urgh. So I spoke with his teacher at a conference and requested he remain in the class. I explained to her that I felt it was a huge disruption for him and I felt he would catch up just fine. I was right. He did.

Then came first grade. The poor kid had the cards stacked against him from the get go here. One, he's one of the youngest in the class. Two, I was having another baby... who coincidentally was due right at the start of the school year. Three, his biological father had just passed away unexpectedly. And four, he had the world's crappiest teacher ever to bring in his first full day schooling experience. Oh joy.

His first report card in the first grade was terrible. My son went from a student who enjoys participating, is a pleasure to have in class, eager to learn to talks too much, doesn't sit still, doesn't participate well. Hmmmm. Something doesn't seem right here? Being the good parent I was I scheduled a conference with the teacher. She blew me and the rest of the parents off. I tried phoning her at the school to no avail. I saw my son's lust for learning, his spark slowly start to diminish as the days passed by. At my wit's end, I tried to phone the principal because I just didn't know what to do anymore. My concerns were pushed aside, of course, I was told she was an excellent teacher and that no I could not take him out of her class.

Midway through the year I started to fantasize about homeschooling him. I essentially was already. He would draw all day in class and bring home all of his school work to do at home on top of his homework. My family told me that I couldn't do it. That I just didn't have the patience needed to successfully homeschool my boy. On top of that I had just had another baby. I wasn't strong enough in myself to fight the system. Many times in later years I would feel that pull and brush it aside. Ironically enough, when I finally made the impromptu decision to homeschool was 10 days after the birth of my daughter.

The years continue to pass and while he had some very good teachers he was still 'behind' in reading which, of course, made him behind in other subjects. I fought so hard to keep him up to par but it always felt like a losing battle. Around the 3rd grade I had him tested for the whole list of learning disabilities. Surprise, surprise! He had none.. his IQ was in the top percentile of his age group peers. I even went so far to take him in and have him 'tested' for ADHD. We medicated for a year. It helped a little and the school social worker was amazed at his knowledge of the medication. He told her that it wasn't a magic pill that would make him a better student but it might help him to concentrate better. I guess it's uncommon for most parents to explain WHY they are medicating their children for ADHD.

When my big boy was in 4th grade my second son was placed in kindergarten. It was quite an adjustment but one we settled in to just fine. It wasn't until my second son reached first grade that things escalated for him. He was ahead of the curve so he struggled with different things than my oldest. Second grade was a true nightmare for him. He ditched school.. yes.. you read that right.. my 7 year old ditched school in the second grade! Numerous times. I wound up holding back my oldest in the 4th grade because I just felt that was our last ditch option. This did help him overall. He was obviously more mature and seemed better able to keep up with his classmates.

When my oldest was entering the 6th grade and my middle boy entering 3rd and the littlest boy entering kindergarten, I gave birth to my daughter. I was unable to register my children on time for many reasons. I figured it would be no big deal to register them after my daughter was born. I went in to the registrar's office and was told I had to make an appointment. School started the 15th and they were scheduling my appointment for the 21st. WHAT? I was informed that this is what happens when you register late in the most condescending tone. You know, I can understand that attitude to a degree for people that are just lazy but I have never registered my children late. Ever. I had just had a baby and this sort of attitude was so negative and not what I was expecting. I made my appointment and was forced to wait a full week after school started. I started to again fantasize about homeschooling.

The day of my appointment I was really struggling with my inner voice. It was really difficult for me to even take the steps from the car to the building. I was on time/early for my appointment and was forced to stand out in the rain with my brand new baby. I was not under the impression that I would have to wait, but I did. When I was finally able to speak with someone, filled out the 3 forms per kid, I was trying to remain pleasant as could be. I was asked what grades each of the children were in and all was well until I got to my oldest. He was entering 6th and apparently our 'home' school did not have room for the child. I became very upset at this point as my son had finally started to feel successful in the school system. He had lots of friends and knew all of the staff in the building. He felt at home there. I was given a few mediocre options for him. He could go to the less successful schools in the area, this would mean that I would need to be in 3 places at once for pick up. I was also told that I could put my middle son in the same school as him so that would make things 'easier' for me. None of these options seemed right for us. I became very agitated with the woman. These were not the answers I was looking for and I was continually reminded that this is what happens when you register late, which upset me even more.

I think in a fit of post-partum hormonal rage I threw the papers at the woman and declared I would be homeschooling my children then. I was fed up with the whole situation, the whole whack system. I walked out of the building in tears, upset with the way that I was treated. I spoke with my grandma and she, being the voice of reason, told me I should maybe try speaking with the superintendent and see where that took me. I placed a call in to her the very next day. I was given the run around for a few hours before I demanded to be put through to her. I tried every angle I could think of with this woman but she just wouldn't budge. What really upset me was when I tried to explain all the struggles my son had and the triumphs he experienced in this school, I was totally shot down. I expressed my disgust at their lack of care for a child's well-being over numbers in a classroom.

It was decided then. We were officially homeschooling. What did I just do?! I tried to gather my wit's about me. I was lucky to have a few online communities that were very helpful and walked me through the transition. One thing I should have paid more attention to was the many seasoned homeschoolers were telling me that I needed to go through a deschooling phase. (Deschooling is when one takes a break from the rigors of schooling in order to decompress and find direction) With the pressures I was facing from my family I felt it best at the time to try and recreate a school at home environment. I abused the internet daily trying to find things to keep the kids busy and found myself feeling very burned out by the experience. Finally I came across some workbooks that were complete curriculum and that made my life a little easier, in a sense. My youngest son had never been schooled and he was already a year ahead of his grade. We decided to completely skip over kindergarten work.

We plowed through those workbooks daily. I assigned certain things for them to accomplish and often they were done within 15 minutes. What do you do then? Why we did lots of experiments! and baking! and watching fun shows like How It's Made and Survivorman. You'd think at this point I would have realized that we were doing more real learning outside of the books, but no. I had it set in my head that I needed to prove to my family that I could do it the way they thought it should be done. Why is it I always ignore my inner voice when it matters most!?

In the summer of our first year I decided we all deserved a break from the pressure of schooling. We got a bit of flack from certain family members but I brushed it off. We had poured through quite a lot that year and definitely learned plenty about each other. That was important to me. Our break actually never really ended. I think I picked up the next grade curriculum books and actually assigned a page or two before my husband was laid off. I found it difficult for everybody to adjust to Daddy now being home all day.

I had done some reading about unschooling prior to actually making the leap into homeschooling. I was rather put off by the label. I mean, when one thinks about the term unschooling it brings up a slew of negative connotations. What do you mean unschooling? Is that not schooling? I don't understand. Well, put quite simply it is child led learning. My children decide what it is that they are interested in AND we learn about it. It's also about life learning. My children are far more equipped at math than I was at their ages. Why? Because I take them with me to the grocery store and we budget shop, comparing prices and amounts and what is the better deal. They bake things so they are quite aware of fractions and measurements. As for reading, I feel they get a fair amount of reading in when they play video games. You might question the logic in that, I mean, video games are hardly educational, right? Wrong. They are extremely educational, even the ones that aren't labeled as such. My boys have learned map reading and all sorts of interesting life skills from playing video games. My youngest boy is actually reading about 2 grade levels ahead of his age group peers. He has never had any formal training in regards to reading.

I often question myself if I am doing the right thing for my children. I think as parents that is just something that we are prone to do. In short, I feel I most definitely I am. I always thought I was very close with all of my kids. I can say with certainty that I'm even closer to them now than I have ever been. We spend so much time together and do so much together it's truly amazing the bond we have. I'm much more in tune with their needs than I was when they were spending 6+ hours away from me. My teen and I rarely argue, we are more apt to seek out a feasible agreement rather than spend days pissed off at each other. My daughter gets the full village benefit of having her brothers close at hand always, helping her, teaching her (not always good things!) and guiding her. I feel my family has a special sort of relationship and I truly feel sorry for those that aren't privy to such an experience. It's been an amazing journey these past 2 and a half years. Truly amazing. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Sunday, November 01, 2009

what i've accomplished..

well, i got the vast majority of the dishes done. i got a late start because i laid down for a nap with sage and did some other procrastination type things with my time. i really dreaded doing the dishes because they appear so overwhelming when stacked all over the place but in reality it wasn't so bad. i have some stuff soaking because there was no way i was going to be able to scrub off the crud. tomorrow i will finish the dishes in entirety and the counters/table top. i am proud of myself even if i didn't finish it completely.. i still did something.

sage's diapers are about 2/3 of the way stripped. it takes awhile, you have to run each load numerous times to ensure you get rid of all of the bubbles from the dawn dishsoap. so looks like that will also be finished tomorrow.

i'm going to ask the hubby if he will help me arrange the living room tonight. all of the kids are in bed so should be no big deal to do this without 3 bodies under foot. i think this will help cut down on some of sage's toy mess because she'll have her area back in the corner and it's easier to keep the mess over there rather than in the walkway. i'm not sure what i'm going to do with our keyboard... all of the children really enjoy playing it so i feel bad just taking it down and stashing it away. need to think about that one for a bit. i've got some ideas flitting around my head.. i'm sure i'll work something out. ♥

all in all, i am proud of myself. i got some stuff done, i could have procrastinated a little less but i didn't fritter away the whole day. i have been known to do that. something is better than nothing and if i work my way through with baby steps, i'll get somewhere... eventually. that's good enough for me right now.

Today's Plan

Writing out my plan for today, later tonight I will come back and cross off what I've accomplished.

*dishes, counters, table.
*sink kept clean throughout the day.
*finish sage's diapers (stripping them this weekend)

if I feel up to it I would like to:

*rearrange the living room.

I think keeping it small will work better for me than laying out some grandiose plan. If I focus on some key areas and get caught up I know I'll feel loads better and I can always do more if I feel up to it.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Tales of a Halloween Scrooge

I woke up this morning quite achy and cranky. I failed to go to bed at the proper time... in part because my children decided to pull an almost all nighter. Sage stayed up until a little after 2am and the boys I finally shooed out of the room shortly before I got her to lay down. This led my body to think it should stay up until near 4. wtf? I know why I do this.. I crave the solitude and quiet time without the kids, so I know it's only normal that I should stay up an hour or so after they go to bed. Not sure exact reasons why the kids stayed up so late other than the stars must have been properly aligned lol.

This led me to, of course, not get enough sleep. Sleep is greatly important to my pain levels throughout the day. If I don't sleep enough, I'm inevitably miserable the next day... sometimes lasting two or three days after a late night. My hips and legs hurt so bad I had some issues getting mobile this morning. I hate feeling like that... especially when that's how my day starts.

Trick or treating was today. With all the financial upheavals we've had recently I was unable to get the boys costumes. I looked around for some of our old costumes to no avail.. and I'll be damned if I recall where I shoved the face paint from last year. (probably hidden from Miss Sage, who likely found my stash spot at one point throughout the year) So, I had to be the mean mommy and tell the littles we weren't going this year.

Normally we don't trick or treat in our town. The few times I have gone, I've received Easter and Christmas candy. I'm not talking just one piece... I'm talking a good, solid quarter of the bag. Eww. So typically I swing out to my dad's and we go have a good time there. My dad knows all of his neighbors and some even get my kiddos special treats. :) My dad was working today though so we decided to make plans for a different day. No biggie.

Aidan was a bit disappointed we didn't go. He expressed this numerous times throughout the day. He was slightly soothed by getting two big bags of his own candy but still managed to bring it up again right before bed. I hate feeling like such a Scrooge. bah.

I've decided I need to work on some things about myself. I need routine.. I hate routine but I need it. I need to get on top of this house first. It's depressing being here sometimes as the mess can be overwhelming. It's not difficult to clean up really.. it's just motivating myself to do so. In part, I don't know where to put some of our stuff. I decided to homeschool the boys a few years ago and have never really found an organizational setup I like or can stick to. I tried doing flylady not too long ago but ha. like many things I attempt to stick to... I fell off the wagon.

I wish it wasn't so difficult for me to stay organized. Really. I have a very organized brain.... and when I do get myself going I'm really good at what I do. It's just keeping up with things after the fact. I might for a while (like a week or two) but then I slack off in some area and next thing I know everything else has fallen apart, too.

Well. No more. I am making a promise to myself that by next Saturday my kitchen will be spotless.. that needs to happen first. I am aiming for keeping it spotless daily. That way the mess doesn't grow to crazy proportions. I also want to work on the bathroom. The living room will come next (see I have a plan) but I need to find a system for the living room. I need to figure out a better way to control the mess. It's too cluttered this way but we use all of our 'stuff' in here. Maybe some room reordering is what I need. I also want to post to my blog daily, as a way to keep track of myself and my feelings. I think this will greatly help me.

All of this leads in to my holiday blahs. I swear! If I get myself together... I think I'll be able to better enjoy the holidays. I want feel so overwhelmed and cranky. Aiming to have myself totally together by Thanksgiving and working on another set of goals. :)

Friday, October 30, 2009


Inevitably whenever I have a ton of good things happening in my life, something has to happen to give me pause. I suppose this happens so I re-evaluate and continue to feel ever grateful for the blessings I do have.

Yesterday afternoon I received a phone call from my father. When I answered it, I was chipper, cheery expecting a conversation about trick or treating times and the usual. Instead it went something like this...

Dad: Have you spoken to Grandma yet?

Me: No? Why? Do I need to speak to Grandma right now? What's going on? What happened?!

Dad: Papa had a seizure.

Me: WHAT!??!?!

Dad: I really don't know what's going on, other than Grandma called me and said Papa had some sort of seizure.


I hurriedly got off the phone with him to quick call my grandma to find out just what the hell was going on. She had even less news for me than my father. ACK! Frustration! Apparently they were not together when my poor papa fainted. He was at a funeral for a friend and started to feel dizzy when they had stood up to sing. He felt dizzy and nauseous and decided he should sit down instead. That's the last thing he remembers, next thing he knows he's laying on the floor with everybody around him. The paramedics were called and he was whisked away to the emergency room.

So of course, I'm thinking he's had a seizure or a stroke or omg what!? I'm trying to remain in the positive but that is so miserably hard to do when you just don't.know.anything.of.the.situation. Especially for someone like me... *sigh*

Papa did not have a seizure. Or a stroke. He has no obvious neurological impairments (hehehe other than the obvious ones :P) and seems to be doing ok, a little weak.. a little tired but ok. They've run the gamut of tests on him and I think secretly he's reveling in all the attention... the dirty little imp. lol No.. he's really not. I'm certain he wants to come home as they do not let people sleep in there. His words, not mine.

My thoughts are.. he gave blood for some blood work yesterday morning, came home and ate a bowl of cereal, and then headed out for the funeral. The cereal likely caused a spike in his sugar and the blood work + standing for a long time probably caused a drop in his blood pressure. Not a very good combination, right? I mean, I'm no doctor but it seems logical enough. One side of me feels grateful, though, that he's in the hospital getting himself thoroughly checked out. He's deadset on living to 100. I'm pulling for him! ♥

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I can see clearly now...

A lot has happened in the past few weeks. :)

I was ultra terrified that we were definitely going to lose our house even though T had finally found a job. I kept wracking my brain trying to come up with a solution but every effort I put in to it was thwarted. We tried selling our property numerous times to no avail, we dropped the price down to practically nothing.. and still no buyers. I guess it was meant to be.. and in a way I am actually kind of glad that no one bought it as we had yet to even see the property and enjoy it.

I applied for food stamps because we were just in such a tight bind that I didn't see any way to feed my family the way we deserve to eat. I had to keep reminding myself that there is no shame in asking for help when you really need it. I was glad I did, the people at the DHS office were so very kind... not what I expected. We qualified for expedited assistance and it couldn't have come at a better time, our cupboards were most definitely on the bare side. Now they are stuffed to the brim, overflowing and it brings such a sense of security for me...

I found the solution to the house problem as well. I had to break down and use my son's trust fund. It wasn't easy to come to the decision at all.. I really did not want to have to touch that money ever. It is K's money, not mine.. we've done it all this time on our own.. never even thinking of that money. ever. But desperate times call for desperate measures I suppose and K was more than willing for us to use his money. We had many conversations leading up to the actual decision to use it. He started many of them with, MOM! Please! Just use my money.. it means nothing to me. My typical response was, but it might mean something to you in the future. The last talk we had about it he said to me that it wouldn't mean near as much to him as a happy childhood he's enjoyed in a home of his own, a place that is his to lay his head at night. I nearly burst in to tears when he said that to me. I must say he is truly an amazing person. I'm glad he's a part of my life. So very glad, he's enriched me in more ways than I can list.

So, we are totally caught up on the mortgage through December. Hubby has a job that he should be starting soon. We have tons of food. I've got the sheer pleasure of my children available to me all day long. A happy home, A happy life. I am so blessed.

Oh.. and I must say that I was pleasantly surprised by the outpouring of kindness when we were at the lowest point in this ordeal. Family and friends sending us home with food from gathers, I was given some money a few times which was a blessing. My sister even took us grocery shopping once to make sure we could get through the week. How awesome. Things always seemed to fall in to place when it needed to... Just when I thought I was out of my last roll of toilet paper someone was making sure I had some available. lol It's true.. I will never doubt humanity again, there are some truly awesome people out there in this world. ♥♥♥

Friday, October 16, 2009

So it happens...

Yesterday my husband found a job... I'm not sure if it's what he was really expecting in terms of what he wants to do with his life but it's a job and it will be different. Of course, me being me, I had to get on google and start googling for taxi driver experiences. Do they make money? Is it hard? What does it entail? etc, etc, etc. I'm really trying not to scare myself because some money is better than no money... and I really can see it as a lucrative career.. but it might take some time. Who knows, perhaps it's merely transitional and we'll go from there.

I'm still trying to keep my head in the positives, it's working and I am a lot happier overall when I feel/think this way. I've taken to only speaking in positives and trying not to let my mind dwell in the negatives. Some things are harder to do that with than others... It was slightly alarming this morning when I woke up and checked my bank account to find that we were 880 dollars in the hole. But it will be ok... and somehow we'll get out of this hole... while I'm searching for a way to pull up out that hole, it would be nice to find the money to pay our outstanding mortgage balance before they accelerate our loan AND somehow have enough food in the house. :D

Next Thursday is my food stamp interview, so that's a plus. We really need the help with food... I've become really creative at figuring out how to make something to feed us all on random things left in our pantry/freezer/fridge. This morning was chocolate pancakes... and that made everybody happy.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Monday, September 28, 2009

Speaking of Blogging...

I thought today I should post the positives in my life. There have been quite a few crappy things going on with me recently.. but I'm trying to put my best foot forward and think only of the things that are positive right now.

Last week my husband had a major meltdown. I think a year's worth of shit just finally fell on top of him and he let go. It's hard when you're faced with a bazillion examples of how you are failing in life right now but I let him have some alone time. As upset as I was leaving him (crying and scared), I felt that things would be ok. On the drive to my grandparent's house I saw a huge rainbow. This rainbow filled me with hope. Hope that all is not lost and that we will find the answer.

Today I applied for food stamps. While it was a bit of a hit to my pride, I know it was a necessity right now. It will be nice not to have to worry about where our next food will be coming from. I'm hoping there will be no major hoops to jump through... I'm sure we'll be fine. I'll be awaiting their call this week.

Somehow in all the chaos we have managed to keep our phones and net on. Those are important.. we lost them for two days but managed to scrape enough money together to put them back on. I have faith that we'll find ways to keep our electric on and water.. although I do have fleeting moments of worry that we'll be shut off.

Hubby is looking for a job in earnest. I wish it was a little more frantic but I know this is how he wants to do this. I know he has to do it his way otherwise he will dread the whole process. This is a positive. I'm certain he will find something and soon.

Just as I'm holding on to certainty that we will sell our land. We desperately need to sell it.. and it hasn't sold yet but it's listed again. It has many things one looks for in mountain land.. I guess it's just waiting for the right person. (hurry up person! we could really use your money!)

If I needed to, I could potentially go to probate court and use some of Kyle's money to keep our house. There are always options... one just needs to look. I spoke to Ky about this and he said that he was ok with the idea. That staying in our home, was most important to him right now. Sometimes my little boy (not so little anymore), is so wise. Hubby does not want to use his money but when I suggested we could always pay him back when we are more on our feet, made him rethink the option.

I've thought of so many things recently.. directions we could go, things we can do. I hope this is just a blip... and often repeat to myself like a mantra, we'll be ok. we'll be ok. we'll be ok. If I say it enough, it will come true! Right? Right.

Oh.. and if by chance, we do lose our home.. we have somewhere to go. My grandparent's would not let us live in our car. Even though it will be a tight fit, we could stay with them for the time being. I hope it doesn't come to that. I plan to fight it with every fiber of my being... We've worked hard for this and I refuse to just give up on it so easily. :)

Monday, September 21, 2009

Times are Tough

I often forgot what a personal tool a blog can be. Journaling has always helped me vent things out in the past and now that I am on the computer more I don't usually write in one. I suppose that is what a blog really is to me.

Times are tough right now for everybody. My husband has been out of work for over a year now... at first I figured he just needed time to wind down from the stress of his previous job, which he did need. Then, when he started looking in earnest for a job, there was nothing available. Nothing. It's still that way. We were ok at first, we had his 401k money and while times were hard we had food and were able to pay the mortgage and bills.

Well, now the 401k money has run out, unemployment is up in the air and there are still no jobs! Our cabinets are almost bare and the cable was shut off, the electric company keeps threatening us, I'm about to lose my internet and we're behind on the mortgage. Did I mention all of the credit card companies that call us daily, all day long? They are very annoying.. bordering on harassing and don't seem to want to listen to our woes.

Of course, we can't just take any job out there. We need a job that will pay our bills and feed our family. What does one do in a situation like this? We have tried to sell the land that we bought just in case we needed it. We were hoping to enjoy it a few times before it came to this point but really... we've never been able to afford to get out there. We've listed it on ebay (and paid their crazy fees!) 3 times to no avail. We could probably sell it back to the company we bought it from but lose a lot of money in the process.

We actually live quite frugally and always have.. but there is only so far you can stretch things. I can say, right now, I'm glad we use cloth diapers and the little one is still nursing. She's still getting what she needs from me.

Saturday was my little boy's birthday. It was actually a great day... I woke up and made him the cake he requested. Chocolate with strawberries inside and chocolate frosting. A dear friend offered to buy us pizza to celebrate and no words can express the gratitude I feel that we have such loving people in our life, that would help make his day even more special.

Yeah, times are hard... but I'm hoping we see our way through this. I really can't wait to be on the other side, nodding my head and smiling at the test of faith we just had. Each day is a rebirth (as another dear friend is often fond of reminding me) and I'm hoping whatever it is I'm supposed to learn through this challenge presents itself soon. I'm trying to keep my head up... some days I really feel like giving up. I'm not sure where this river is leading me but I hope it's to calmer waters soon.

Sunday, August 09, 2009


In using love and being mindful, forgiving the past and loving the present.

Today I had to spend time with some family. I really wasn't looking forward to it as our past relationship has been strained at times. I also can't say I agree with some of the choices made but it's not my place to judge. I had such a sour, negative outlook this morning... and a friend gently told me to lose the negativity. I did and we had a relatively pleasant day together, as a family.

My Aidan ran around and planned with a bunch of kids he did not know. This put a smile on my face because that is him, practicing as well. He's been very aloof lately and not at all keen to participate. Sometimes it makes me worry about him and our choice to stay home. I second guess not putting him in school and having the forced social interaction. But my concerns were again proven wrong as he totally was thriving today and had a blast. ♥ It makes my heart feel good to see him being a kid and it also makes me miss my childhood at times.

ever the curious little one

no pictures please

roadkill face paint

he loved it!

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Free Piercing

I'm so excited!! This afternoon I will be getting my nostril pierced for FREE! My birthday was last Sunday and this is the one thing I wanted for my birthday this year. My parent's had given me $100 for my birthday but we wound up spending it on a rug cleaner and a few other things for Sage's birthday party. I was a little bummed that I wasn't going to get it done.

So as I was browsing Facebook last night, the tattoo and piercing place I love posted that they have a new apprentice that needs bodies to practice on! Wow! Free piercings! I called immediately and actually spoke the to guy who will be doing the piercings. He's never pierced a nose before, so I was in luck! woohoo!

Of course, I will need to tip him. I really wish I had a little bit more to give, I'm sure it will be totally worth it. Pics to follow!!!! ♥

Friday, August 07, 2009

Operation Beautiful

A friend shared this site on her facebook, I had to check it out!

You ARE beautiful! Believe it!

Thursday, August 06, 2009

who am i?

i'm a lover. i'm a friend. i'm a mama. i'm pure joy. i'm a listener. i'm a feeler and a healer.


Let's try this again!

I've tried this many times in the past... I feel compelled to chronicle my growth, my love, and my life right now. I'm on a journey and I'm not quite sure where it's taking me just yet but I'm in it for the long haul.

I'll sign off with one of my favorite quotes.

"To the world you may be one person, to one person you may be the world" ~ anonymous

Definitely words to ponder upon. ♥