Sunday, February 20, 2011
We've been in the midst of home remodeling. For. Two. Months. I thought it was going to take 2 weeks. Boy, was I mistaken! Of course the end result hinges on a list of things that have to be accomplished first. So we have to keep plugging away.
The goal was to add one more bedroom into our home. The toy room was converted into the needed bedroom. Of course it wasn't the easiest of projects. It only had 2 full walls and one 1/2 wall. Hubby had to build new walls, a closet, do the electrical wiring and drywall. Then we had to prime and paint, stain the trim and doors, hang the doors and trim, etc. It finally was completed at the end of January. Bubby loves it! It's a much better use of space.
I, however, had a very hard time keeping my joy during this. My house was totally out of order! Things were everywhere.
The next step was to convert Bubby's old room into a room for the Bug. I figured a couple of gallons of paint and Viola!, room finished. Boy was I wrong! (Seems to be a pattern here). The Husband decided that we needed to scrape off the old paint, sand the walls, re-texture, then prime and paint. It's been rather stressful to say the least. Tonight the Bug is spending her first night in her new room. It's the first time in her life that she hasn't shared a room. The room is beautiful and well worth the work.
But again, I didn't always have the greatest attitude during the process. More of a "stay-out-of-my-way-and-let-me-get-this-darn-project-finished" attitude. You know, after it is done, then we can enjoy each other. No, I didn't let them in on the process. No, she didn't get to help paint her room (even though I told her she probably could). Nope, none of it. I'm ashamed of myself.
Of course there is still much to be done. Now we have to turn the Bug and Leeny's old room into Leeny and the Baby's new room. Then painting the hallway and the front room. Cleaning, sorting, painting. Again. I am dreading it. Was dreading it. I had an attitude adjustment tonight.
What else would I be doing with my time if not this home project? Reading? Maybe. Baking? Probably. Computer? Board games? Phone? Possibly. No matter what it was, I would be joyful. Why? Because it's all about me. And what is that teaching my children? That I can only be happy and joyful when I'm doing something I "like"? My joy shouldn't be conditional.
If my kids mimic me, is this a behavior I want to see in them? Unloading the dishwasher and being miserable? Feeding animals, working in the garden, putting away laundry all with a bad attitudes? These are all things that need done. I wouldn't tolerate that kind of attitudes from my kids. Why am I acting like that about painting and organizing MY house. We should work at all things as though working unto the Lord and not men. That goes for mom too.
So right now, I have a dresser sitting next to my refrigerator. A dresser! The toys? When we tore up the toy room, all the toys had to be moved - the bookshelves, the puzzles, the Little People, a ride-on zebra, all. those. babydolls. and their furniture. They have been in one of my family rooms and the shelves have been lining my hallway. Less than optimal for sure. But you know what? They'll get moved to rightful places when the little girls' room is complete.
I have a lot of painting to do. A LOT! I have a lot of things not in rightful places. A LOT! I'm not getting to spend as much time as I would like to spend doing things I like to do.
But I will be enjoying myself. I will be enjoying my kids in the midst of the chaos (like the impromptu piano concert Bubby gave or cuddle-time with the girls). The house will get finished. And we will not look back someday and say "Wow! That was a horrible time in our family's life." I don't want those kind of memories.
I AM CHOOSING JOY!
Friday, February 18, 2011
One of my gardens last spring. Can't wait for this year. Spring fever? Oh yes!
Have a great weekend.
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Friday, February 4, 2011
I'm thankful that I don't have to work outside. That being said, I love winter. Call me weird, but I love Illinois weather. All seasons. There is beauty in it all.
Take the ice. Yes, it's hard to get around in. Yes, it's dangerous. But it is gorgeous!
One of the blue spruce trees in the backyard.
Cattle panels. I never thought I would think of them as pretty. But I do now.
Look how long some of those icicles are. Amazing!
The way the sun sparkled off these - WOW! It was breathtaking.
Look at that detail. Our God is super creative!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
She was soooo much fun this year.
Last year, she sat in her stroller. This year we chased her with the stroller.
She loves balls. Just like her big sister, Leeny. I thought she was going to crawl up in this machine to get one. About that time, some father and son gave her their ball. I guess they felt sorry for her. What did she do? Stick it back in the machine. She wanted to get it her herself. Oh boy! Can't wait for the 2's.
The Baby thought she was the welcoming committee for the baby pool. She would toddle, fall under the water, get back up and greet everybody that entered the pool. "Hi." Then she would talk jibberish like she was telling them the rules or how the slides were or something. She was very animated. It was hilarious!
The Baby also practiced her driving skills. She wasn't all that impressed that this didn't go. She added her own motor noises, but quickly tired of it. I think she likes the real deal at home.
Every once and a while, she'd come and snuggle for a bit. Especially if you had something yummy to eat. I think she was stealing daddy's snack.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
This year, he was tall enough. Finally! He was very excited. This might have been his favorite part of the trip. The indoor go-carts are very fun!
Leeny and the Husband getting ready for a race. First you have to listen to all the safety directions.
I even raced this year. Don't you just love my car? It was a fast one. I started in 5th and came in 1st. I'm not usually competitive, but in go-carts I am. I did get in trouble for spinning some guy around on the track. He should have picked one lane. He was a track hog and kept slowing down on the curves. I didn't slow down and well, we had to stop and wait for someone to turn his car around.Here is Bubby, ready to race. Again!