Saturday, December 31, 2011

Memories . . .

This week we said a very loving goodbye to a very special woman.

My husband's Grandmother, Clara Jones, was one of the most remarkable people on the planet. She was filled with love for the Holy Spirit, she was loving to everyone, kind, giving, and wise. She never met someone that wasn't a friend immediately, and she made it a point ask often "are you going to church anywhere regular?"

Grandma Clara was someone that we can all strive to be like.
She spent a lot of time in her garden.
She spent a lot of time with her grandchildren and, later, great grandchildren.
She loved the Lord and witnessed whenever she got a chance, in her gentle way.

One of my favorite memories of her is the first time I ever met her. 

It was Christmas of 2005 - my first Christmas with my husband's family.
Ronnie and I had only been dating about a month, but we knew that we were meant for each other, but I was still so nervous meeting his family for the first time.

I was sitting on the couch, by myself, watching all the hub-bub and taking it all in. Grandma came and sat next to me and started talking to me. She asked me questions about myself and told me about her family. We must have sat there and talked for a whole hour. She made me feel so welcome - it was as though I was already a member of the family. 
I never forgot that. 
Every time I saw her since, she made me feel so loved and welcome. 
My daughter, who was not her blood grandchild, became her grandchild. Once Emily got older, she would sit and talk to Grandma for hours at a time if she could.

She will be truly missed, but I revel in the fact that she is Home with her Lord and Savior. 
Grandma got the best Christmas gift she could have ever gotten - she got to spend Jesus' birthday with Him in Heaven. 

Good bye Grandma, we love you.
We'll see you later.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

A Heartfelt Letter to my Family . . .

My Darlings:

As I'm sure you all have noticed, lately Mommy/Wifey-poo has been in quite a mood lately. The stress of the holidays coming upon us is putting its toll on me, for sure. That being said, something else has been bothering me (as it has probably bothered you). The condition of our house. It feels that every time I clean your messes, you are right behind me leaving another one. This has put undue stress on me that you would not believe.

Therefore, I have devised a plan that will alleviate that stress. 

I will no longer be picking up your messes. 

Don't worry, I'll pick up after myself, and I will still cook meals. I will also do laundry, dust, scrub toilets . . . that sort of thing. But I will no longer be picking up the messes you all make around me.

That means you will have to pick up after yourselves from now on.  I hope you can handle that.

There are also a few rules that will have to go along with this new revelation.

First, if it's not in the dishwasher when I run it, it will probably not be clean.
Second, if it's not in the hamper, then it will probably not get clean.
Third, if it's blocking my way to doing my job, it will probably be hidden somewhere that you might not find it. . . like the trash can.
Fourth, you each have your own chores. Please do them as soon as they need to be done. I cannot do MY job, if YOU do not do YOUR job. 

Effective immediately. Thanks for your understanding.

With much love and affection:

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

This Messy House . . .

It's been a while since I've sat here at the keyboard pouring my heart out for the world to see. For a while there, blogging just got to where it wasn't fun anymore. It became tedious. I became more concerned about followers and readers than about the real reason I started this journey to begin with: ME. So this and my other blog, Supermom: Losing It will both change slightly over the course of the next few months. Thank you for reading, and enjoy.

My house is driving me crazy.
Let me rephrase that . . .
The fact that my house cannot stay clean for any longer than thirty minutes at a time is driving me crazy.
It has become that even the most mundane tasks, like throwing something away or putting a dish up is not getting done. By anyone, not even myself. I guess maybe the thought in my head is something along the lines of: "if no one else cares, why should I?"

The irony of this is that I have my own self-creted house keeping system. It has worked tremendously well in the past, but I just don't stick with it. I clean for a while, then things get overwhelming again or I realize that I'm the only one doing anything and the frustration sets in. 

But it gets very frustrating when you spend time to clean a room, come back five minutes later and it's completely trashed again.

Thanks for listening,