March 17, 2012

st. patty's day!


hope your day is full of rainbows, leprechauns, green and good LUCK!






i was trying to think of some grand irish saying...
all that comes to mind is "Magically Delicious!"
hah!
"May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your face,  the rains fall soft upon your fields.   And until we meet again,  May God hold you in the palm of his hand." 
Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

March 16, 2012

happy friday!

i've got everything that i NE-EED, right it front of me!
i just downloaded pictures from my camera and they make me smile.
 as always-- enjoy the random pictures while i write about my cute little girls...
oh, it's a happy day isn't it?!
my little girls make me laugh.
little girls are SO fun.
they sing all day, they pretend, and they have tiny little voices that make them seem sweet even when they're sassy.
as they play i hear leah ask... "What's gonna work?"
if lily doesn't respond quickly she repeats-- "Lily!!  What's gonna work?!!"
then they break into Wonderpets... "Teamwork!  What's gonna work? Teamwork! Yay!!"
cute.
lily was full on sobbing the other day because she thought she was CRACKED.
(she was looking at the wrinkles on her knuckles.)
anna and ellie were in charge of saturday lunch- while we worked on furniture assembly in the basement.
{i downloaded about 20 pictures of this meal... my girls make me smile.}
and when i sent her into my closet to look at her face covered in fruit smoothie she came out full of tears because she thought she had "BUH-LUD"
blood brings tears with little girls.
leah ALWAYS has hundreds of band-aids on her body.
any scratch or hurt can be fixed with band-aids.
the kids took turns walking eve outside while we made a quick pot of chicken noodle soup for some sick friends on sunday afternoon...
eve fell asleep and they kept on walking...
they say things like, "see mom? i'm strong.  that's why daddy teached me."
and, "see mom?  i tricked you.  i CAN wipe my bottom."
leah just walked in from waving good bye to her sisters, she proudly announced,
"those kids REALLY love me.  they say good bye to me A LOT!!"
i love her.

once, while i was changing another polly pockets outfit, lily thanked me and then asked,
"does this make your paws hurt mom?"
she always tells me, "I need YOU to help me, because you're my favorite person."

leah just yelled, from eve's bedroom,
"Mom, Eve's AWAKE!  I just went to check her and her eyes opened!!"

anna used to say, "Mom, ELLIE WAKE!!"
and, anytime ellie smiled at her she'd exclaim, "See Mom!!  We a HAPPY FAMILY!!  Ellie LOVES me."
when ellie got old enough to talk.
Anna would say, "Mom! We a happy family, Ellie love me!"
and little, angelic looking Ellie would reply,
"No.  I not you best friend.  you stupid."
hah!
3.14.12-- jakob made Pi by himself to bring to school...
that's my boy!
i LOVE kid logic...
"please don't say MAYBE...  Cause maybe means no doesn't it?"
one of their FAVORITE games!
probably eve or daizie is in the basket with leah...
and, fyi, we are NOT a family where my girls always have their hair perfect.
and leah's ever urgent request for me to hurry up with her hair because she's going to be a rotten egg!!
or worse, a SLOW FOLK!!
sometimes, when it's nap time i threaten...
"hmmm.  who is taking so long to get into bed?  i think we may have some rotten eggs?!!"
they both jump into bed quickly to avoid the dreaded label.

eve's pretty sick... but still stylin!
last night i went to bed thinking...  as usual.
i was thinking about the stress that we bring into our own lives.
everybody has something they think they NEED to do--
organize their house-
run five miles-
cook all their meals from scratch-
teach their children to NEVER act like children, or never LOOK like children-
go into labor-
be skinnier-
etc., etc., etc.
and-- goals are good.
but sometimes, sometimes it is healthy to say to yourself...
DOES IT REALLY MATTER?
if your goal is making you MISERABLE is it a goal that you really WANT?
and sometimes, just asking yourself the question brings you back to reality.
Yes.  I love doing this.  because, it makes me happy.
and then you aren't stressed.
but if the answer is NO-- then, don't do it.
stay FAT if getting skinny is making you miserable.
let your soul delight in fatness.
stay messy if your quest for order is making you miserable.
because you don't have to be organized to be happy.
there are MANY, MANY great people who live in houses that could never be on a magazine.
and, they are HAPPY.
that's not me.
i LOVE a clean home.
it makes me happy.
and today, my little girls packed lunches (hopefully they haven't eaten them all as i've been typing this blog)
i'm going to bundle them up and send them out back for a picnic while i organize the heck out of my TOYS in the basement.
and, i'm SO EXCITED to do it.
and maybe, my baby will need me to hold her all day and i won't organize a thing.
i will love that too!
honestly.


MEN ARE THAT THEY MIGHT HAVE JOY!!
i hope you find joy today.
whatever you're doing.
and, if you have a long list of un-joyful tasks... try NOT doing them.
see if they wait for you.
Let what you LOVE be what you DO!!
i LOVE being home with my family.
i LOVE it.

life is good.
i hope you have sunshine today!!

March 15, 2012

stumbling blocks or stepping stones? you choose!

my aunt once told me- when you're filling out forms where they ask if you have a family history of heart disease, diabetes, etc., etc., just check YES.  we have it all.
this is true in more ways than one.
there are things that i can not talk about on my blog-- because they are not mine to talk about.
but, there are lessons that i have learned from my family that i can share.
these lessons are mine-- even if the stories aren't.
and so, i am writing this post.

i have always been a good kid.
for the most part, i came from a pretty good family and i had a pretty good childhood.
i have OFTEN thought-- we would make a PERFECT Dr. Phil family.
seriously.
my parents separated when i was young, i was raised by a single mother with my sister.
my mom remarried when i was in 7th grade, she had three more children with my step-father.
they are now divorced.
my mom lives in Texas, my father lives in New Jersey, my sister lives in Virginia, and my step-father, his new wife, and my two brothers and other sister live in Germany.
i have two parents and a step-father, many aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents, who love me.
really, i know that is true.
i don't believe i was raised perfectly, but i do believe i was loved.
there are many, many, many people in the world that have it worse than me.
i know it.
many in my own family had it worse than me.
EVERYBODY has something.
even seemingly perfect families, aren't.
i know that too.

i recently befriended a few older women who go to church with me.
some are struggling with their grown children, who are having a hard time.
one woman looked at me in a pitying way and said, "I know you can't understand what i'm going through, but maybe someday, when your children are older, you will understand."
i smiled back at her and thought, "Sweet lady, you don't know what i understand."

there are two types of hurts in this world--
pain that you suffer yourself and vicarious pain-- suffering for someone else.
both hurt.
as i review my life i feel that one of my greatest gifts is the perspective i have been given.
i have felt the pain and suffering that comes from much of the world's evil even though i have always made pretty good choices for my own life.
even though i will never know exactly what another person's life is like, i have a great amount of empathy for those who suffer.
i have tasted much suffering and i have tasted joy.
i know that true happiness comes from keeping the commandments of God.
there is a right and wrong.
you can not do wrong and feel good for very long.

in my immediate family there has been divorce, physical abuse, sexual abuse, verbal abuse, attempted suicides, incarcerations, mental illness, depression, child pornography, alcoholism, drug addiction, mental break-downs, multiple sclerosis, conversion to mormonism, disfellowship from mormonism, persecution of mormonism, agnostics, catholics, dealing drugs, rape, being drugged, multiple affairs, break-ups and get-back-togethers, teen pregnancy, abortion, homosexuality, immorality, excessive religiosity, fierce republicans and fierce liberals, extreme poverty, wealth, many who never graduated high school, some who later got their GED, and addiction... lots of addiction.

i have spent time in therapy.
i have spent years trying to break the cycle...
(the cycle isn't just addiction, it is dysfunctional THINKING and ACTING that leads to the need to medicate with sex, drugs or alcohol or food, reality tv, excessive reading, excessive laying on the couch, buying things, excessive making things, etc... what is your addictive tendency?)
i have tried desperately to take the good from my past and leave the junk...
i have learned a few things.

1.  EVERYBODY has a CHOICE.
yes, bad things happen, but everyone can choose how they deal with it.
i can choose, they can choose.
when life throws you rocks they can be stepping stones or stumbling blocks.
you can turn stumbling blocks into stepping stones and so can they.
victims can be heroes if they choose to be.

and oh how i want to SCREAM when i hear good, good parents beating themselves up because their children didn't choose to live the life they had hoped they would choose.
parents are NOT responsible for the choices that their children make.
YES- there are some pretty crappy parents out there.
and, there are some pretty screwed up kids.
but, haven't you ever met an AMAZING adult that came from a really hard background?
our birth does not determine our destiny-- our CHOICES determine our destiny.
everybody has a choice.
and some people just need to learn for themselves.

you may not be able to choose whether or not you have issues.
but you CAN choose how you're going to DEAL with your issues.
what you're going to MAKE from the scraps you were handed.
even Victor Frankl, in the Holocaust said, they took everything from him, but he still had a choice--
he could choose to be bitter and die, or to forgive and maintain his heart.
agency is a gift from God.

2. Your PAST does NOT define you.
this can apply both to those who come from hard situations and those who made bad choices.
this is something that i want to SCREAM at people in my family who seem to blame everyone for the state of their life.
get up and make it better!!
everyday is a new day-- we can CHANGE.
we choose TODAY the life we want to live.
our destiny is determined by our choices.
so, DO THE NEXT RIGHT THING.
never stop starting.
you can become anything you want to be if you fight for it.
some people, they are great athletes-- they practice 10,000 hours shooting baskets and they learn a great skill.
me, i've practiced 10,000 hours being KIND, being DISCIPLINED, being a good mother, a good wife, handling my emotions, recognizing thought patterns that i have that are not healthy and reprogramming them, learning how to get along with people who choose lives different from mine.
i've read books, i've watched other people, i've sought help and healing and grace...
i've made plenty of good intention-ed mistakes.
(it's funny that the same people who expect you to forgive LARGE inadequacies in their behavior are very quick to point out the smallest weakness in someone else's behavior.)
i have never stopped trying.
and, i am what i am today because i've REALLY, really worked at it.
i still have a ways to go.
and even when i make mistakes I know that tomorrow i can do better.
my past does not define me.

3. Stop FOCUSING on what you are getting and start FOCUSING on what you are giving.
i believe there is a great cycle of life.
you can focus on the hand you were dealt, or you can focus on the cards you are passing on.
if you were abused-- don't abuse!
if you were neglected-- don't neglect!
if you lived in a home where there was criticism and cruelty-- be kind.
if you were hurt by addiction-- stay far away!!
if you didn't have the best mother or father-- be the best mother or father you can be!
if you were raised in a dysfunctional home-- get HELP so you don't raise your children in a dysfunctional home.
if you are old and see things that you should have learned when you were younger-- learn them NOW.
this life is a time to LEARN and GROW.
start today making your life a little bit better.
if you were only given one talent-- don't hide it in the ground!!
go, see if you can end up with two talents by the end of the week!
make lemonade from your lemons!
ultimately life is only so much what we get and so much more what we give...

from a VERY young age i was focused on the life i wanted some day.
all through high school i WANTED to rebel- but i knew that getting bad grades would ultimately only hurt me and my future.
i began taking notes in my journals when i was VERY young.
i watched families.
i knew the kind of family i wanted to have when i was older, i knew the kind of man i wanted to marry, and i knew the kind of young woman i would have to be to get that kind of family.
i can't quote the statistic, but i know there is a very high percentage of children from broken homes who themselves have children in broken homes.
because of my background and my nature, i was a very needy young woman.
i needed a father, but wanted a husband.
i remember sitting in a human development class where they were discussing the plight of daughters from broken homes and i felt doomed to failure.
i asked my teacher after class- what can i do to avoid perpetrating this cycle?
he told me, "find someone you want to marry, fall in love, and then don't marry him.  You can marry the next guy you want to marry."
that made me laugh.
and, for me, it actually happened...
only because i fell in love with two boys and both left the country to serve Mormon missions.
Todd was the third person i dated that i could have married and i did.
i thank heaven every day for that saint of a man.
i don't even know why i wrote that part in here-- only because it was odd advice that has stuck with me.
i'm really not sure why my teacher said that or whether or not my silly pre-todd romances really helped our foundation.
but, i will say that in my previous relationships i was very eager to please or to become the person they wanted me to be.
when todd came around, i did not feel desperate, i already had someone who cared about me.
i suppose having a missionary helped me be a bit more selective.  :)
i love easily-- but i was VERY careful who i dated seriously.
i would ask myself-- is this the type of person that i want as the father to my future children?
is this someone that i will be able to tell my sons, "I hope you grow up to be just like your father?"
i am also certain that Mormonism saved me.
being taught NOT TO DRINK and NOT TO HAVE PRE-MARITAL SEX kept me from MUCH of the heartache that i have witnessed in those i love.
you might think that mormon's are a bit extreme.
fine.
but, i have SEEN what drugs and alcohol and premarital sex can do to people's life.
NO THANK YOU.
i saw that life and i have NEVER, even for a moment, felt like i was missing out by NOT having that life.

people get stuck in the MUD of their past.
blaming others for where they are-- making excuses for the poor choices they are making.
it's my opinion that wallowing in the mud is not as helpful as figuring out how to get out of the mud and moving forward.
focusing on the future helps you get where you want to go.
blaming others for where you are keeps you facing backwards.

4. you can't FIX anyone.  not even yourself.
oh the years, the YEARS i have spent trying to help... to teach... to understand...
the hours and hours and hours that i spent on the phone praying for wisdom to advise...
praying i would know just the right thing to say or do to help make things better.
listening to HOURS and HOURS of someone else's crap when my own children were fixing lunch for themselves and i wondered why having small children was so hard.
hah!  it wasn't the KIDS, it was the ADULTS!!
i have learned this truth...

Martin Luther, the inspired Reformer, once wrote:
The kingdom of God is like a besieged city surrounded on all sides by death. Each man (and woman) has his place on the wall to defend, and no one can stand where another stands, but nothing prevents us from calling encouragement to one another.

No one can stand where another stands...
Oh, how i know this is true!!
We CAN NOT fight someone else's battle for them... and if we try we are leaving our own spot on the wall open to attack.
we CAN shout encouragement to each other.
i need to get better at doing this...
but, we can't fix anybody.
we can't even fix ourselves.
true healing comes from God.
when you open your heart to him, show him the hurt, show him why you need to heal, he will heal you.
and your healing will be miraculous.
He can fix you and He can fix them.
He loves them just as much as you do.
He is weeping with you when they hurt.
He is cheering with you when they they are happy.

as a teacher of youth i loved the book, "teach ye diligently" by Boyd K. Packer.
in that book, president packer explains that sometimes as a youth leader, you will have a child come to you to confess a sin or ask for help with serious issues in their life.
he suggests that if that happens you gently lead them to the proper channels...
whether it is prayer, encouraging them to talk to their bishop, or encouraging them to talk to their parents.
sometimes we try to become the Savior for someone else.
that is not our job.
we can't fix someone else and we are not helping when we try to rescue them.
i felt great joy when i first learned to give them to God.
i had to say out loud to myself...
even if they kill themselves, it is not my fault.
life is a journey that we each have to travel...
for ourselves.
"a man who's changed against his will is of the same impression still."
we have to focus on our own future and just keep walking forward, shouting encouragement to those nearby.

so, what about dysfunctional family relationships?
some in my family just cut the strings to unhealthy relationships.
if it hurts, if it's dysfunctional, if there is no positive, it's just over.
no contact.
and i totally understand that.
sometimes i am jealous of that approach.

but, this is what i have found.

5.  families are forever.
i believe that we are eternally linked to our parents and our siblings and our extended family.
i believe that there will come a time when the hearts of the children will turn to the parents and the hearts of the parents will turn to their children.
even when i try to cut myself off from my dysfunctional family-- they are still a part of me.
i can't run very far.
i believe that i will never be truly healed until i have found peace in my family relationships.
i don't believe peace means i will ever have a father that i can call for advice when i'm having a bad day.
i am fully aware that peace may never happen in this life.
i am very hopeful that it can happen someday.  
i believe in forgiveness, in mercy and in justice.
i believe in change and in understanding.
i know that my God is big enough for me and my family.  
i am one who sometimes takes a break.
i am one who sets boundaries.
i am learning to forgive and i still hope.
i never stop trying.
i always call again.
i keep sending my silly christmas cards with a prayer-- oh, may you know that you are loved as you open this token gift.
i TRY to keep my family bridges open even when i know they are in need of repair.
maybe i'm dumb for doing this... but it's who i am. 

i should also say this.

6. Good doesn't always look picture perfect.
i don't think someone has to live exactly the way you want them to live to be good.
i don't think your relationship with your parents has to be Brady Bunch to be good.
i don't think your children have to be married, Christian, educated, sober people to be good.
i don't think your past has to be ideal to be just what you needed to make you the best person that you can become.
yes, there is something magical about a family where no one ever deviates from the ideal.
but, some of my FAVORITE families, are families where things don't look perfect but relationships are still strong.
i think there is beauty in agency and variety.
there is much goodness to be found in the world.
sure, i think happiness is most likely found in a family with a mother and father, founded on good moral principles-- but i don't think my life is the only good way.
i don't.
you don't have to look like me, or act like me, or talk like me, or believe like me, to be loved by me.
you don't. 
i also don't think i have to look like everybody else to be good either.
in his book, believing Christ, by Stephen Robinson, he uses the analogy of the diving contest...
there were some diving perfectly from the low dive and some looked like crazy maniacs from the high dive...
they were judged not just on how perfect they looked, but on the difficulty of the dive.
people were sometimes surprised that the crazy high divers were getting higher marks than the calm, gentle low divers.
i would add... our job is to make diving from the high dive look easy.  :)
yes, we will belly flop.
we will wonder if our life is always going to be hard.
we will look at those people who seem to be laying down on the sidelines getting a tan
and we will wonder if that will ever be us.
and then, we will remember that people are counting on us.
those who went before us and those who are coming after us.
we will climb the ladder of the high dive one more time.
we will do everything we think is right and we will pray.
and sometimes we will dive beautifully.
and sometimes we will hurt.
but the only choice we have is to swim, smile and try again.  

i know that there is much joy in life.
life is what we make it.
there is much wisdom to be found in climbing.
we are happiest when we are serving.
no success will compensate for failure in the home.
you don't fail until you stop.
life is good.  

and, oh, i found another one..
7. God is LOVING and FORGIVING and HELPING and CHANGING...
way more than he is condemning and damning.
i know it.
There really is good and there really is evil.
and, good is stronger than evil.
bad thoughts don't come from God...  ever.
when Satan talks, he tells you that you are bad, unworthy, not good enough, broken...
when Christ speaks, he tells you that you are SO GOOD that you can do better.
he whispers PEACE and LOVE even as He is helping you to change and become more like Him.
doubt, worry, despair, depression, worthlessness, fear, anger, hate... those feelings do not come from God.
if you feel condemned by God, if you live with the daily weight of not being good enough...
just REPENT, say you're sorry and try again.
tell yourself 100 times that you are LOVED and LOVEABLE.
run to him instead of away from him.
most people prefer the term "Heavenly Father" to "God."
most people see "Heavenly Father" as a kind, loving father and "God" as a condemning judge.
i don't.
i have a hard time with "Heavenly Father"... but oh how i fit comfortably in the arms of my "God."
there is room for all of us.
i know it.

good night.
sorry for the novel.
have a good life!!
CHOOSE to make your life good!

March 14, 2012

Math.

Bronchitis x4 and counting Loads of laundry waiting for me >7 Meals I don't want to cook <100 Trips to the grocery store I wish would magically happen = 1 Trips to pick kids up and drop them off this afternoon x7 Times Todd left work early or went in late the past week >4 kids I want to keep 2/7 (rotating) Things that make me cranky... (-unkind phone conversations with people in my family) + (-hearing that the "reason" my dad has no relationship with me is because when I send him chrismas gifts I address the box to him in care of my aunt and uncle whom he lives with) + ( -the fact that I still CARE what they think) + (-politics) boxes of bunk beds sitting in my front entry way x2 Piles of books waiting to be put on my new cute green bookshelves x69 Blessings I should be counting instead of whining... 1000^2 belief that tomorrow will be a better day 100% Times I have wished I was one of those girls that never got down, came from a perfect family, didn't complain, loved laundry, never got sick, knew how to make a rockin jello salad... =1,000,000,000 I am very blessed and just a bit wheezy... I know this is a post I should just pass on... And yet I let you see my dirty laundry so you either a)think your husband is pretty lucky, b)think everybody has bad days, c)are glad you're not me, or d)see what a big wimp I am and work a little bit harder writing your "smiley" blogs Have a great day! I'm going to go read stories to my sick girls... If we can find them... In the piles... On the floor...

March 12, 2012

still climbing!

today, i'm loving these quotes from Sister Marjorie Hinckley (wife of a prophet)

"Sometimes the pattern of life seems a little monotonous-- and discouraging.  It is like climbing a mountain and, after reaching the top, getting knocked back down to the bottom to climb it again; but i guess the fun is in climbing and not in arriving.  I hope so!"

"The trick is to enjoy life.  Don't wish away your days, waiting for better ones ahead."

"Robert Louis Stevenson said, 'To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming is the only end of life'.  The gospel calls to us to stretch ourselves, to embrace our talents to concentrate on our strengths, to be productive, to be creative, to reach our full potential, which few of us ever do.  We seem to get discouraged by such trivial things and fail to see the great things we are capable of doing."

my house is upside down.
my two weeks for organizing are over.
my baby is sick.
my older kids are needy.
i don't feel good.
i'm heavy with concern for many in my extended family.
it's time to do laundry again, and i haven't finished putting away the last loads...
the girls room is coming together...
books and toys are all over my basement in piles.
i have baskets of too small clothes in many places.
i didn't finish the dishes last night before i went to bed.
i'm cranky.

leah (my five year old) said DAMN about ten times yesterday.
well, actually she says "DAN"
in sentences like, "Baby Eve is so DAN cute."
we asked her, "What did you say?"
she repeated. "She's DAN cute."
we asked, "What does that DAN word mean?"
she says, "You say DAN when you REALLY mean something a lot."
(hah!  i don't think i could have defined it better myself.)
we asked, "Where did you learn that word?"
she said, "I don't know.  I just made it up."
Anna piped in, "Oh!  I thought for sure she would say she heard it from MOM!"
{gasp}
what a horrible thought.
i have got to watch my language.
starting today.
damn it.

March 09, 2012

what my organized home REALLY looks like.

years ago-- as a young married, pre-kids lady, i served in a woman's organization with AMAZING WOMEN.
seriously.
Janet Daines (neighbor to Steven Covey whose house is built so that the provo temple is the center of her amazing picture window), and Diane Anderson (AH-MA-ZING mother, decorator, speaker...) and Jane Covey (sister in law to Steven Covey, mother to 10, the woman i patterned much of my life after-- she's wise and kind and smart and classy and involved and REAL- i love her).

anyway-- these ladies had magazine, mansion, amazing homes.
most of them also hired help, like a part-time home organizer and a physical trainer and a gardener...
they had a lot of money and were busily engaged doing much good.

we hosted monthly or weekly events at their homes.
meals that we served to over 100 young married women.
they would eat and then listen as these older mothers taught things they wish they'd known sooner.
God must of known that i needed the training, so he let me (and one other sweet gal) be the token young wives on the committee.
i got to hear what they taught 20 times over.
i still hear their advice echoing through my mind.
BUT,
one of my greatest lessons came behind the scenes.

Jane Covey often taught the importance of ENTERTAINING.
she taught me how to do it.
she said, the focus SHOULD NOT BE ON YOU or YOUR PRETTY HOUSE or YOUR LOVELY FOOD.
those things should be in the background.
from the moment they ring the doorbell- you and your husband LEAVE the kitchen and greet them at the front door.
you welcome them and you make them feel like you are completely interested in THEM.
she even suggested you COOK dinner the day before, or morning before, so all you have to do is pull it out of the oven.
she said you only have to clean your porch, your bathroom, your kitchen and the rooms the guest will be sitting in.
i did not understand this concept.
i asked-- "What if they ask to see the rest of your house?"
she looked at me like i was crazy.
"They won't." she said, "It's rude."
But, Jane wasn't in my stage of life--  in my stage of life that is what we did.
every time we visited with someone we took a HOME TOUR- through every room, every closet, every basement of the house.
we would OOOOOO and AAAAAA over the decoration or furniture or wall art.
it's what we did.
i tease Sister Covey a few times saying, "I still wish i could see the rest of your house."
honestly, her home was probably featured in "House Beautiful" magazine.
that was their favorite decorating magazine.
one night she said with a sigh, "You want to see the rest of my house?  fine!"
and she rushed me up the stairs to her bedrooms...
i don't even remember what they looked like--
because i was embarrassed.
they weren't super clean.
they were just bedrooms-- bedrooms that i shouldn't have been touring because she didn't design her home as a MUSEUM.
(although I'm still certain they were lovely- just not meant to be showcased.)
she designed it as a home.
yes, a home that entertained OFTEN.
a home that housed many dignitaries and that was BEAUTIFUL.
but not for show.
for life.

if you've visited my house i bet you've felt sister covey's influence.
i HATE doing house tours.
i HATE it.
i'm not a big fan of it on my blog either.
usually you can see my house behind my kids...
i do LOVE sharing ideas, or tips, or how i do things-- because we all need ideas.
but, my house is real and functional and not always pretty.
that isn't quite right-- my house is usually pretty to a certain extent.
because i LOVE making things look nice.
it's how i cook, it's how i clean, it's who i am.
BUT- i'm not showy...
i'm embarrassed by compliments and i LIKE people to see my house messy because i want them to feel NORMAL.
honestly, i straighten before company comes, but i do not do a crazy, deep clean.
i don't.
for me-- it's about people, not things.

i just read a blog where the girl (on two separate occasions) taught how she makes her beds so that it properly showcases her cute bed linens.
this is not that blog.
and, i have Jane Covey to thank for that.

come over anytime!
i hope you feel welcome here!
i hope you know that i care more about you than showing you my lovely home.
life is good...
and order makes it better.
NOT so i can have a clean house--
but so i can FORGET about my house and FOCUS on reaching out a little bit more.

the end.

ps.
i read this post yesterday... "How I organized my entire life"
i loved it!

pps.
i really did take pictures inside my closets to post today--
but my husband is itching to leave for IKEA and i don't have time to download them...
someday.
honestly, they're nothing great.
go check out pinterest if you want to see magazine closets.
i can make things pretty-- but this is not the pretty stage.
this is the functioning stage...  we're getting to pretty.
and, the best thing i've done is created EMPTY cabinets where i used to have junk.
for pictures of empty cabinets check out home depot.  :)
but, i do have a ROCKING pencil drawer.
just sayin.

March 08, 2012

white bunk beds and... ???

i'm moving bedrooms around...
and planning...

i need something-
i'm thinking these...
BILLY Bookcase with glass-doors IKEA Glass doors keep your favourite items free from dust but still visible.BILLY Bookcase with glass-doors IKEA Glass doors keep your favourite items free from dust but still visible.
two Billy Bookcases with glass doors $80 each at Ikea.
and, want a shelf by each bunk to hold their book and water bottle and tissues...
i'm thinking these

land of nod $10

or these...
MAMMUT Wall shelf IKEA Plastic, durable and easy to clean. Practical storage for small things.
Mammut wall shelves from ikea $6.99

am i crazy enough to get GREEN bookcases for a room with four girls?!
we'll see...

one step enough for me.

i have learned two things in my quest for order and consistency.
1. one step at a time.
2. doing it badly is better than not doing it at all.
{my perfectionist mother is cringing as she reads #2.  trust me.  she taught me many times "it's better to do it right the first time than to have to do it again. NOPE.  i don't agree.  fear of "not doing it right" is paralyzing and NOT healthy.  we never had curtains in our home although my mother often bought fabric for them-- she was so afraid that they wouldn't be "right".  if i waited for ideal in home decor i would still have an un-decorated home...  "right" is a PROCESS not a destination.  in my humble opinion.}
have you heard the church song, "Lead, Kindly Light"?
i used to hate it.
Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom, lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home; lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

i remember thinking-- not me!
i don't want to see only one step... that drives me crazy.
i want the whole plan.
i have come to see wisdom in God's "one step" technique.
you see--  sometimes, the whole picture is a bit OVERWHELMING.
sometimes we're afraid, or lazy, or tired, or unsure, or weak.
sometimes we need to take it one step at a time.
1. one step at a time-- 
as i'm trying to develop more CONSISTENCY- i have learned to appreciate this wisdom.
every morning my goal is to read my scriptures and take a walk.
most mornings i wake up and i do not want to wake up.
i have learned how to trick myself-  by only showing myself one step.
i just say, "Just go lay on the couch with your scriptures."
and then i open them and then i read a few verses.
sometimes i do fall asleep, but sometimes i read and learn and love it.
i almost never want to go outside into the cold.
i almost always think i don't have time for a walk.
again, i tell myself-- Just Do It!
just go outside and WALK UP YOUR DRIVEWAY.
just walk to the top of the hill.
just a little walk.
and, i'm accomplishing my goal.
i go for a walk EVERY day.
and, i love it, every day.
and, my goal is to DO it and ENJOY it... not to get my working heart rate to a certain number.
although, if i dare tell you the truth, it feels good to run and stretch... and i do both
(even when i'm walking in my robe and slippers).
when i don't feel like i can climb the whole mountain--
i tell myself "just one step" outside... and, it works.
i do this when i don't want to cook dinner (just thaw the meat), when i don't want to do laundry (just gather it), when i don't want to clean the bathrooms (just wipe the sinks quickly with windex), when i don't want to make an appointment (just find the number)... and, it helps get me over my hump!
2.  doing in badly is better than not doing it at all--
accept imperfection!
in yourself, in your home, in your body, in your children.
it's all mental anyway.  you just THINK you don't know how to do it.
you're just spinning your mind thinking there must be some perfect way to do things that is eluding you.
there isn't.
just do it your imperfect way.
there is no elusive ideal.
STOP looking on pinterest at super-homes.
and start making your home just one step better.
you'll feel great when you throw away your super ideal and just do one thing.
i used to make fun of todd when he exercised.
we would go to the gym and he would just jog for a half and hour and be happy and content.
i would try to run "Body for life" intervals and push myself to the point of exhaustion and hate every minute of  it.
plus, he'd loose weight- and i wouldn't
sometimes, i can't start organizing my house because i can't figure it out...
i don't know the best way to do things.
i don't know how to make a closet better or where to store all the things i need to store.
i know how to do it now.
-- don't worry about it!!
i just take an area that i'm trying to order.
dump it into a big pile.
sort and purge.
then keep my piles together.
i start putting the things i want in the closet back into the closet in an orderly way.
if i don't know where i want something else to go, i just leave it in a bag or a basket or a box until i figure out where to put it.
it may sit in the middle of my room for a few days till i have an idea.
i may just scoot the box to the corner of a closet.
that may not be the BEST place for it-- but it is still an ordered mess.
For me, i have noticed that Ol' Scratch tries to stop me by making me think my task is too overwhelming.
i have learned to just take ONE STEP.
do one thing- and feel the sense of accomplishment.
and-- i have learned to be content with less than ideal.
these same principles have helped me as a mother--
don't get overwhelmed because your five year old isn't the patient, respectful woman that you hope she can become.
teach one thing.
rejoice in your accomplishment, even if she still picks her nose and can't wipe her bottom on her own.
those things will come.
and-- be OK with imperfection.
PLEASE enjoy those cute pictures where your little ones have arms sticking out where ears should be.
enjoy their toddler chosen outfits and how they do their hair with 10 barrettes.
these moments are fleeting.
my closets do not look like magazines.
well, most of them anyway.
but they are ordered.
and they get better every time i sort and purge.
One step at a time.
Imperfection is MORE NORMAL than perfection is.  ;)

time to run...
anna slept on her side and has a dent where her panties were that is just KILLING her.
:)
have i told you that i love being a mom?!!

off to conquer the basement!
 my two weeks is running out!!

Life is like riding a bicycle - in order to keep your balance, you must keep moving. ~Albert Einstein~


'It’s not the mountain we conquer-but ourselves.’ Sir Edmund Hillary


Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
Sir Winston Churchill
British politician (1874 - 1965)