This Made Me Smile this Morning!

I don't know what she is doing, or whose foot that is, but I love that smile! She is such a cutie!

Halloween- At Least I Got Them Up Before Thanksgiving!

Actually, it was really hard to get pictures of them in their costumes because they were WAY too excited to go trick-or-treating.

This is Emma showing me her Princess curtsy. I thought she was going to be Snow White. I was wrong. She was NOT Snow White. She was Princess Emma.

That's our cat. He stuck around the front porch while I was handing out candy, and was a big hit with the kids.

Emma got her dress from Heather and Caulene for her birthday, and Sara's Little Red Riding Hood costume is recycled from a few years ago. Expect to see that Snow White dress again in a couple of years. . .

They really aren't the best pictures. I will have to dress them up again and take some better ones to scrap. The good news is their cuteness won them LOTS of candy! They only get a couple pieces a day, so we are still going through the bag.

Battling the Guilt

I have this problem. I am certain I got it from my mother. I have an addiction to guilt. It's true! I just cannot get enough! I find myself wallowing in self-pity and self-imposed guilt on a daily basis. This is something I have battled for YEARS, and I thought I was getting better. Maybe I was. Not now, though.

I am pregnant, and I am super excited about this. We tried for a while and I had a few miscarriages before I felt comfortable enough to tell family and friends. I wasn't going to blatantly announce it, but the truth is, I am showing, and I am miserable, and that makes it hard to hide. We are very excited! We really are!

That being said. . . I am struggling. See, before I got pregnant I had things around here DOWN! I was awesome. 2 hours of writing. 1 hour of teaching Emma. The house was clean and a dinner was made before Ross got home from work. I played with my children, and nurtured my marriage and even made a moderate income in my spare time. I took pictures and scrapped them faithfully. I was teaching 10 adorable children every Sunday and never once asked to be released even though the inundation of child interaction was weakening my resolve to even show up to church. I was organized, and on top of things!

In short, I was pretty happy with myself.

Not so much now. My house is not clean. I have not cooked once this week. There are stacks of laundry, I am behind with my work, and I have yet to get on here and blog the cute pictures from Halloween or write about my new and exciting calling. I just barely finished cleaning 3 days' worth of dishes, and the water is still sitting in the tub from the girls' bath this morning. I haven't vaccuumed in 2 days, and my bed has not been properly made in over a week- mostly because I rarely leave my bed when I am home.

I have reasons for this- I am pregnant. I am sick and constantly dizzy. My emotional state has been rather fragile and I hurt. A lot. As my first OB once said, "This body wasn't really made to tolerate pregnancy very well." Not a very tactful statement- but oh so true. My back hurts, and the pain of my stretching stomach is awful. I get migraines at the drop of a hat, and I just feel generally icky.

Add to all of that the guilt I feel as failing as a wife and mother right now, and you have the recipe for a perfect meltdown of tears, over-exurtion, and running mascara.

Now, before I get inundated with angry comments, let me say that yes, I know. I am not failing. I am doing what I can. My children are happy and fairly healthy (they are both a little sick at the moment). They get food, love, and encouragement. My priority is keeping myself healthy and focussing on NOT losing this one.

The problem is, that the little guilt addict inside me keeps reminding me of the happy and put together woman I was 13 weeks ago. This weakened version of me is still trying to keep up with that one, and it just is not happening. Welcome, guilt! I hate looking around at my cluttered floor and the piles of laundry knowing that I just can't do that today. I can't fix it. I can make myself, sure, but that will land me back in my bed in a ball of pain and tears.

My Choice:

I had a little chat with Heavenly Father while I was in the shower yesterday. (We chat there a lot!) I spent a few minutes apologizing for my weaknesses and being such a bad wife (I could hear Ross putting a load of laundry in the washer for me. . .he shouldn't have to do that. . .) and He asked me what it was I really thought being a good wife meant. I thought about that. It was a good question. What I finally came down to was that being a good wife meant making my husband happy. Simple, but true. Then He asked me what made Ross the most happy. I thought deeply about this- it was another VERY good question (He is good at that!). I realized that the happiest I had seen him over these last weeks had been when we were together and happy- whether we were chatting, watching a movie, or just snuggling before he fell asleep. Those moments usually happened on the days I had given in to my weakness and allowed the house to be messy, the dishes to pile up, and the food to be bought, re-heated, or dumped out of a can (chille and cornbread has been a weekly event).

They were NOT on the days I pushed myself too hard. They were NOT on the days when the house was clean, and I was too exhausted to leave the house. They were NOT on the days when a good meal was prepared by me, and the floors were vaccuumed. In short, they were NOT on the days when I tried to match up with my previous non-pregnant self.

My choice right now, then, is simple. I can have the appearance of my version of a happy home, or I can be a happy person and make my husband happy.

I can let Ross do the vaccuuming (seriously, why is vaccuuming so exhausting?), or I can spend our rare time together in a haze of medicated comfort.

I can try to keep up with 13 weeks ago Amanda, or I can figure out how to balance where I am at now and what I CAN do now.

I cannot do it all anymore. I cannot be that wife, mother, and super-hero. I CAN feed my children, and get those dishes into the sink and possibly the dishwasher (if it has been unloaded). I CAN put clean laundry in a pile on the bed and tell Ross how hot he is while he puts it away. I CAN tolerate crumbs on the floor, dishes in the sink, and knots in the girls' hair- for now. Not forever, but just for a few more weeks until I can function at a higher level.

I hate admitting that. I do. It is not really me- but this right here is not really me- not permanently at least. To some of you who are the super-moms I strive to be (Carrie, Penny, Brittany. . .) This may sound a tad pathetic. Maybe it is.

This is me trying to bury my spiritual weapon (guess where we are reading from in the BOM. . .) of guilt. This is me trying to be better. This is me sacrificing some things that are very important to me in hopes of better serving those that are most important to me. This is me posting something intensely personal thinking that maybe putting it public will help me stick to it, and possibly help someone else.

My friend and hero Maria recently posted on her blog a very personal account of her struggle with depression. For some reason, I feel the need to follow suit. I feel that purging myself of the secrecy of this personal struggle will not only help me deal with healing from the wounds that guilt has caused, but maybe show others that this is not an uncommon affliction.

I know some of you will disagree with the appropriateness of this, and if you are one of them, let me just say that if you say something mean to me, I will cry and it will be your fault! :)

I Loved This- Some of You May be Offended!

Dear American liberals, leftists, social progressives, socialists, Marxists, and Obama supporters,

We have stuck together since the late 1950’s, but the whole of this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce. I know, we tolerated each other for many years for the sake of future generations, but, sadly, this relationship has run its course. Our two ideological sides of America cannot, and will not ever agree on what is right, so let’s just end it on friendly terms. We can smile, chalk it up to irreconcilable differences, and go our own way.

Here is a model separation agreement:Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass each taking a portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two sides can come to a friend ly agr eement. After that it should be relatively easy! Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.

We don’t like redistributive taxes so you can keep them. You are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU. Since you hate guns and war, we’ll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA, and the military. You can keep Oprah, Michael Moore, and Rosie O’Donnell (You are, however, responsible for finding a bio-diesel vehicle big enough to move all three of them).

We’ll keep the capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies, Wal-Mart, and Wall Street. You can have your beloved homeless, homeboys, hippies, and illegal aliens. We’ll keep the hot Alaskan hockey moms, greedy CEO’s, and rednecks. We’ll keep the Bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood.

You can make nice with Iran and Palestine and we’ll retain the right to invade and hammer places that threaten us. You can have the peaceniks, and war protesters. When our allies or our way of life are under assault, we’ll help provide them security.

We’ll keep our Judeo-Christian values. You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism, and Shirley McClaine. You can also have the U.N. But we will no longer be paying the bill.

We’ll keep the SUVs, pickup trucks, and oversized luxury cars. You can take every Subaru station wagon you can find.You can give everyone healthcare, if you can find any practicing doctors. We’ll continue to believe healthcare is a luxury and not a right.

We’ll keep The Battle Hymn of the Republic and the National Anthem. I’m sure you’ll be happy to substitute "Imagine", "I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing", "Kum Ba Ya", or "We Are the World".

We’ll practice trickle down economics, and you can give trickle up poverty your best shot.

Since it often so offends you we’ll keep our history, our name, and our flag.

Would you agree to this? If so please pass it along to other like minded liberal and conservative patriots, and if you do not agree, just hit delete. In the spirit of friendly parting, I’ll bet you ANWAR which one of us will need whose help in 15 years.

Sincerely, John J. Wall
Law Student and an American

P.S. Also, please take Barbara Streisand & Jane Fonda.