Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Middle of the road

I'm stuck in the middle. I'm socially liberal, but I go to church. I believe in Jesus and equal rights. I follow Jesus and go to drag shows.

I love Jesus and I love the gays. Jesus never said a word (at least not one that was recorded in the Bible) about homosexuality so I don't feel I have a place to say anything either. He did say to love your neighbor. Everyone of them. Not just the straight ones. Not just the pretty ones. Not just the church going ones. Not just the ones like me. Everyone. So I try to.

But...

It puts me in this weird place. I spend time with my homosexual friends and family and I spend time with my church going friends, but don't feel like I can mix all of them. I always feel like I'm representing the other when I'm with one.

My beliefs don't go along with many church beliefs. But they do follow Jesus' and that's what truly matters. I'm okay with that. I do not think religion is the way to heaven. Jesus is. So, I hold strong to Jesus and my gay friends and family and know in my heart I'm doing right by all of them.

Jesus is totally bad ass and so are the kings and queens I'll be performing with in April. That's right. I'm manning up and performing in a drag show! My sister and I will be preforming together. I'm equally excited and scared. I love the attitude at the shows and can't wait to be part of it! I have NO idea how I'm going to make this curvy busty body look manly, but I'll try to rock the sock in my pants and make it happen. Maybe I'll wear a 'Jesus loves you' shirt or something...

Oh my back

I've always had back pain. For as long as I can remember. I believe it started when I blossomed. I got my first period at 10 and have since has one every 26 days since (minus during pregnancy). I got boobs fast. In 6th grade I was teased a lot for my 28DD's. One boy in particular. Still haunts me. Anyway... When my milk came in after having my first baby I went from a 36DD to a 38J. Yes J. Not as fun as you'd think. They've come down a bit, but I'm still rocking a 40H. That's a lot for my back to hold up. I've always wanted to weigh one of my set, but I doubt the produce section would appreciate me using their scales. Enough about my boobs...lately the back pain has gotten worse and more constant. Not sure if its the nursing a toddler, the numerous baby carrying, too infrequent yoga, leaning to pick up toys, our hand-me-down really rock hard bed or what, but it's annoying at best and awful at worst. Yoga helps a ton but only for a while after I do it. Maybe I need more yoga. Scratch that. I definitely need more yoga!

Friday, February 22, 2013

Night night

Our oldest slept in our bed until she was 17 months old and wanted out. She never looked back. Same attitude with potty learning. Woke up and said 'no diapers'. Done. I was hoping that it was my amazing parenting abilities, but since our second is 29 months and still in our bed half or more of the night I'm starting to wonder. She starts off in her own bed but by midnight she's crawling in with us dragging her pillow and at least 3 binkies with her. Right now I'm sitting next to her bed waiting for Mr. Sandman to arrive. Which is actually really creepy. Never mind. If you were here you'd hear this:

2yo: me not really really tired. Me go downstairs. Me go yesterday!

30yo: it's dark now. That means time for bed.

2yo: abcdfg sing abc's. See me sing mom?

30yo: yes. Good job. Time to sleep.

2yo: I sleep yesterday! Not really really tired today! Me love daddy!

30yo: it's time to sleep.

2yo: abcdfg I sing abc's to daddy not to mommy.

And so on. Some nights it's over an hour. Some nights it's 10 minutes. Some nights it feels like forever because there's homemade key lime pie downstairs and I really really want it yesterday!


Wednesday, January 23, 2013

'School'

My girls are 3.5 and 2. I love them and love seeing them learn. I have boatloads of experience with kids and have taught preschool so I do feel equipped to teach them. And seriously with a quick google search I can get anything else I want or need.

For school we live. Sharing, reading, taking turns, colors, counting, abc's, sharing, getting dressed, doing puzzles, sharing, reading books, chores and sharing.

The two big ones are reading and sharing. Lots of both.

We count everything. Name what color it is. And if one of them shows an interesting we run with it.

Today my oldest asked about where the sun is. So I found a solar system diagram online and we talked about it. That lead to talking about the moon and why we can only see it at night. I love running with these things with her! Watching her figure out that we live on a planet was really neat. She doesn't totally get it of course but for a three year old she's starting to. I hope we can continue letting her lead her education as much as possible.

I've let her lead much of her development. Potty learning was 100% her lead. We talked about it lots and one morning she said no more diapers. She's had maybe 5 accidents since then. That was just after her 3rd birthday. She co slept with us until she wanted to be in her own bed when she was about 18 months old. Not once did she come back in with us. She knows what she needs and wants and I only want to encourage that strength!!

Poor pitiful

Part of why I started (another) blog is to relieve my family from some of the drama that is trapped in my brain. It's not all doom and gloom, but lately that's been the theme so that's what you're getting.

I'm going to try to add in fun stuff. Later I hope to post about some of the preschool stuff we so here at home. Diversify the blog a bit.

Here's a cute picture to help you in the meantime. The kids have colds and we had to visit the doc so they got/had to wear masks.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Unanswered

I'm feel abandoned. I have countless unanswered prayers. Help strengthen my marriage, give me strength to resist the chocolate, make my baby healthy, help my husband get a job, help me get a job, help my in laws, give my peace... And that's just today's. I always say please and always list what I'm thankful for. But still no answers. No communication. Nothing.

I've lost faith. My once strong faith.

Crisis of faith? Difficult season? Season of doubt? Call it what you want. It sucks. Is god mad? Do I not pray hard enough? Do I sin too much? Did I do something wrong? Am I not doing enough right?

I find comfort in knowing Mother Teresa doubted for most of her life.

I am doubting. I am tired. I need help.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Season of sick

Another sickness has taken home in my babes body. She can't seem to catch a break lately. Fever and cranky pants. I wish I could spend the day snuggling her and willing her back to health, but instead I'm caring for another woman's sick child. I'd really like to be focused on my kid not juggling her with another's.