When I am feeling overwhelmed with all the work that needs to be done,like today (most of which should be done right now!! or preferably yesterday), it does make me feel a little bit more in control of things to have my menu planned out. It becomes the one thing in my day that I don't have to think about. Just follow the plan... :)
Monday: Hamburger Helper (with precooked meat from the freezer), green beans and salad
Tuesday: eggs in a hole, hash browns, and fruit
Wednesday: pot-stickers, rice and broccoli
Thursday: fast food on the run (t ball and ballet night)
Friday: pizza, fruit, and carrot sticks
Saturday: quick dinner of baked chicken nuggets before a friend's wedding
Sunday: BBQ chicken, potatoes, and salad
Monday, May 17, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Sigh, She Has My Eyes
Tgirl that is. She has inherited my nearsightedness.
She has talked about how it would be fun to have glasses for a couple of years now. But thankfully, her eyesight didn't require them.
I started wearing glasses at the age of 6. Was thrilled to get them. Until I walked into my 1st grade classroom that first day and the first classmate I saw called me "four eyes."
Then I hated them.
And proceeded to go through countless pairs of glasses. I needed updates on my prescription yearly at least. And in between the updates, I'm sure my mother must have thought that I must have been lying awake at night planning new ways to lose my glasses. You know, the ones that were supposed to never leave my face.
I started wearing contacts at age 10 to slow down the deterioration of my eyesight and ever since have worn my glasses as seldom as possible.
Tgirl had some headaches last year so I took her in to see the eye doctor. When he dilated her eyes she freaked out. I had not realized that your vision gets blurry when your eyes are dilated (my vision is always incredibly blurry) and so hadn't thought to warn her. The doctor didn't warn her either. She threw up all over the exam room in her panic.
In then end, after practically pinning her down so the doctor could finish the exam, we left having been told by the doctor that she could use glasses, but her prescription was so slight that if she was his daughter, he wouldn't bother with them.
I breathed a sigh of relief and put the matter out of my mind. Until about a month or so ago when she started complaining about the words to the songs on the big screens at church being blurry.
So back to the eye doctor we went. This time, thankfully, she was prepared for the dilation. No throwing up! :) But, this time, the doctor said she was definitely nearsighted and needed to wear glasses all the time.
So we picked out some cute frames and waited, Tgirl with bated breath, for the glasses to arrive.
We picked them up on Monday after school. For the rest of the day, and into Tuesday, she was busy going back and forth between looking over the top of the glasses and through the lenses, commenting on how much sharper her vision was with the glasses.
"Look at the trees! Now it is just a green blob," looking over the tops of the glasses. Then looking through the lenses, "Now I can see leaves!"
I am trying to ease my mommy guilt for not getting the glasses sooner by keeping in mind how much sharper my vision is every time I get a new prescription.
Thankfully, no one has called her "four-eyes." Yet.
She has talked about how it would be fun to have glasses for a couple of years now. But thankfully, her eyesight didn't require them.
I started wearing glasses at the age of 6. Was thrilled to get them. Until I walked into my 1st grade classroom that first day and the first classmate I saw called me "four eyes."
Then I hated them.
And proceeded to go through countless pairs of glasses. I needed updates on my prescription yearly at least. And in between the updates, I'm sure my mother must have thought that I must have been lying awake at night planning new ways to lose my glasses. You know, the ones that were supposed to never leave my face.
I started wearing contacts at age 10 to slow down the deterioration of my eyesight and ever since have worn my glasses as seldom as possible.
Tgirl had some headaches last year so I took her in to see the eye doctor. When he dilated her eyes she freaked out. I had not realized that your vision gets blurry when your eyes are dilated (my vision is always incredibly blurry) and so hadn't thought to warn her. The doctor didn't warn her either. She threw up all over the exam room in her panic.
In then end, after practically pinning her down so the doctor could finish the exam, we left having been told by the doctor that she could use glasses, but her prescription was so slight that if she was his daughter, he wouldn't bother with them.
I breathed a sigh of relief and put the matter out of my mind. Until about a month or so ago when she started complaining about the words to the songs on the big screens at church being blurry.
So back to the eye doctor we went. This time, thankfully, she was prepared for the dilation. No throwing up! :) But, this time, the doctor said she was definitely nearsighted and needed to wear glasses all the time.
So we picked out some cute frames and waited, Tgirl with bated breath, for the glasses to arrive.
We picked them up on Monday after school. For the rest of the day, and into Tuesday, she was busy going back and forth between looking over the top of the glasses and through the lenses, commenting on how much sharper her vision was with the glasses.
"Look at the trees! Now it is just a green blob," looking over the tops of the glasses. Then looking through the lenses, "Now I can see leaves!"
I am trying to ease my mommy guilt for not getting the glasses sooner by keeping in mind how much sharper my vision is every time I get a new prescription.
Thankfully, no one has called her "four-eyes." Yet.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Menu Plan Monday
It is a busy week this week. (I know, I know, what's new about that?!?) :)
Trips to the eye doctor, Tboy's Mother's Day Tea (his last one :( at preschool before he starts kindergarten next year), and Tgirl's ballet spring concert is this weekend, which means blocking and dress rehearsals at the theater and then being at the theater all day Saturday for the last rehearsal and then the two performances.
Monday: meatballs, noodles, and green beans (ended up having grilled cheese sandwiches last Friday after helping to build the float for the parade Tboy's t ball team was in last Saturday)
Tuesday: scrambled eggs with cheese, toast, and peaches
Wednesday: hot dogs with macaroni and cheese and broccoli
Thursday: sandwiches on the run
Friday: fast food on the run
Saturday: out to dinner between ballet performances
Sunday: celebrating Mother's Day and Spring Birthdays at my mom's (my dad will be home from his travels by then - he was gone on Mother's Day) I will be baking the strawberry birthday cake
Trips to the eye doctor, Tboy's Mother's Day Tea (his last one :( at preschool before he starts kindergarten next year), and Tgirl's ballet spring concert is this weekend, which means blocking and dress rehearsals at the theater and then being at the theater all day Saturday for the last rehearsal and then the two performances.
Monday: meatballs, noodles, and green beans (ended up having grilled cheese sandwiches last Friday after helping to build the float for the parade Tboy's t ball team was in last Saturday)
Tuesday: scrambled eggs with cheese, toast, and peaches
Wednesday: hot dogs with macaroni and cheese and broccoli
Thursday: sandwiches on the run
Friday: fast food on the run
Saturday: out to dinner between ballet performances
Sunday: celebrating Mother's Day and Spring Birthdays at my mom's (my dad will be home from his travels by then - he was gone on Mother's Day) I will be baking the strawberry birthday cake
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Keeping Activity Equipment Organized
Laura, over on I'm an Organizing Junkie, had a great post today about packed activity bags. http://orgjunkie.com/2010/05/storage-star-packed-activity-bags.html
I use a similar system of keeping bags for Tgirl's ballet and bowling, Tboy's soccer or Tball (depending on the season), Tboy's days at Grandma's (she watches him 2 days a week and he goes to preschool 3 days a week), and our summer time pool bag. These all live in the kids' closet. The sports equipment bag (for example the Tball bat bag has his cleats, 3 mitts, balls, bats, and his correct team hat) lives in the back of my minivan. As it is currently off season for soccer, the soccer bag (with ball, soccer cleats, and shin guards) is in the garage.
It is great to know exactly where to put uniform/practice clothes when they come out of the laundry. Then the night before the activity, the bag gets laid out with the clothes, and nothing gets forgotten!
The only downside is when you are so reliant on the system and you do something crazy - like switch cars with your husband. Then you have none of the needed equipment when you arrive at practice. (sadly, speaking from experience)
I use a similar system of keeping bags for Tgirl's ballet and bowling, Tboy's soccer or Tball (depending on the season), Tboy's days at Grandma's (she watches him 2 days a week and he goes to preschool 3 days a week), and our summer time pool bag. These all live in the kids' closet. The sports equipment bag (for example the Tball bat bag has his cleats, 3 mitts, balls, bats, and his correct team hat) lives in the back of my minivan. As it is currently off season for soccer, the soccer bag (with ball, soccer cleats, and shin guards) is in the garage.
It is great to know exactly where to put uniform/practice clothes when they come out of the laundry. Then the night before the activity, the bag gets laid out with the clothes, and nothing gets forgotten!
The only downside is when you are so reliant on the system and you do something crazy - like switch cars with your husband. Then you have none of the needed equipment when you arrive at practice. (sadly, speaking from experience)
Menu Plan Monday
Ok, so I am thinking that if I publish my menu every week, then I will definitely make one, right?
All part of the "getting my life organized" plan. :)
Monday: cheese ravioli with broccoli and garlic bread
Tuesday: eggs, hash browns, peaches, and toast
Wednesday: frozen bean and cheese burritos baked with enchilada sauce and Mexican rice
Thursday: tball and ballet day - fast food on the run
Friday: meatballs, noodles, and green beans
Saturday: my birthday - surprise me, family :)
Sunday: TDaddy-made omelets (yum!!)
All part of the "getting my life organized" plan. :)
Monday: cheese ravioli with broccoli and garlic bread
Tuesday: eggs, hash browns, peaches, and toast
Wednesday: frozen bean and cheese burritos baked with enchilada sauce and Mexican rice
Thursday: tball and ballet day - fast food on the run
Friday: meatballs, noodles, and green beans
Saturday: my birthday - surprise me, family :)
Sunday: TDaddy-made omelets (yum!!)
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
A Life Well Lived
The past month or so I have been pondering this idea in one form or another.
"What exactly does a life well lived look like - for me?"
The answers I have been coming up with show how very far I see that I need to grow. However, is not acknowledging the fact that you need to grow the first step?
I need to become more organized: with my time and my space.
I need to become more purposeful. Why am I doing what I am doing? What motivates me to live this crazy, fast-paced life? Am I the kind of wife and mother I want my daughter to one day become?
Is God happy with what I am doing with all of the blessings He has given me?
My next step is to take action on these things.
I have started a few small steps.
I aspire to keep moving forward, sometimes slowly, and perhaps sometimes quickly. But always moving forward. Because there is no standing still in this life.
I am sure that, sooner than I realize, my time here will be over.
When I stand before God, I do so want to be able to say, "You gave me this. And here is what I added to it."
I dread having to say, "You gave me so much. And I wasted it all."
"What exactly does a life well lived look like - for me?"
The answers I have been coming up with show how very far I see that I need to grow. However, is not acknowledging the fact that you need to grow the first step?
I need to become more organized: with my time and my space.
I need to become more purposeful. Why am I doing what I am doing? What motivates me to live this crazy, fast-paced life? Am I the kind of wife and mother I want my daughter to one day become?
Is God happy with what I am doing with all of the blessings He has given me?
My next step is to take action on these things.
I have started a few small steps.
I aspire to keep moving forward, sometimes slowly, and perhaps sometimes quickly. But always moving forward. Because there is no standing still in this life.
I am sure that, sooner than I realize, my time here will be over.
When I stand before God, I do so want to be able to say, "You gave me this. And here is what I added to it."
I dread having to say, "You gave me so much. And I wasted it all."
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Making Memories
Last night we sat around the table having a normal dinner. With normal school day conversation.
How was your day? What did you play at recess? What did you do at circle time?
You know, normal.
Near the end of dinner TDaddy pulls out a little voice recorder. He uses it for work to record meetings, etc. that he will need details of later. He had caught almost the entire dinner conversation on tape.
And suddenly, what had just happened and seemed so normal seemed precious and wonderful.
We sat there and listened to the entire thing. Baths were put off, the evening scurry of shutting down one school/work day and getting ready for the next was put on pause and we listened. To ourselves. Laughed at the silly things we had said. Just sat there, the boy cuddling on Daddy's lap and the girl on mine.
I felt a bit teary.
While it was so normal for now, I know that all too soon that recording will sound like the distant past, "'back in the day' when the kids were young."
I spend so much time rushing around and trying to accomplish all that needs doing. It was wonderful to sit and just savor the now.
How was your day? What did you play at recess? What did you do at circle time?
You know, normal.
Near the end of dinner TDaddy pulls out a little voice recorder. He uses it for work to record meetings, etc. that he will need details of later. He had caught almost the entire dinner conversation on tape.
And suddenly, what had just happened and seemed so normal seemed precious and wonderful.
We sat there and listened to the entire thing. Baths were put off, the evening scurry of shutting down one school/work day and getting ready for the next was put on pause and we listened. To ourselves. Laughed at the silly things we had said. Just sat there, the boy cuddling on Daddy's lap and the girl on mine.
I felt a bit teary.
While it was so normal for now, I know that all too soon that recording will sound like the distant past, "'back in the day' when the kids were young."
I spend so much time rushing around and trying to accomplish all that needs doing. It was wonderful to sit and just savor the now.
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