Another change 2014 brought was my early risings (five’ish) on days that my Isabella is here by 6:30 AM.
I have been caring for my precious girl since she is an infant and it has always been my wont to sleep as late as possible. This meant that I didn’t spend time with God until she was off to school nearly two hours later.
This is not the perfect way to start the day.
Ask my mom and she will tell you that, from the cradle, I have not woken up well. It is best to stay away for at least a half hour. However, my new routine has changed that…..on the four to five days a week Bells is with me.
With hot tea in hand, I go to my desk and start writing out my prayers (this keeps my attention on what I am doing) and reading my Bible. Sometimes I work on a Bible study. Saturdays I pray for everyone in the church directory (we have a small church). Daily, I pray for family and missionaries I have a relationship with.
Not that time spent with God is limited to the waking hours. It is an all day event. However, time spent alone, in the dark, is the sweetest time of the day.
No, not Himself and me. We are moving and moving is not for the faint of heart. We have been in our house for over nineteen years but it has become too expensive for us to be home “owers.”
Today, a friend helped me go through some things that were stored in the boiler room/basement. Everything is being divided into keep/donate/toss. After forty-five minutes, we had three garbage bags full and enough dust to keep us sneezing.
Overwhelmed doesn’t even begin to explain how I am feeling. There is so much to do and so little time to do it (closing date is April 23rd). Even so, I am happy to be purging. The older I get the less clutter I want around me. Local friends, stop laughing! I know I tend to have a clutter problem but I am trying to reform!
A very important tip I want to impart to you is to not allow a spouse who is over sentimental to be a part of the purging. Himself doesn’t want to get rid of ANYTHING! We have black bags so he can’t see what is being thrown out.
If I could give one piece of advice it would be to never bring something new into your home without getting rid of something else. If you haven’t used it in a year get rid of it. If you don’t love it get rid of it. Oh, that was three pieces of advice. All three will help you to not have the overwhelming task I now face.
One of the biggest gifts my mother ever gave to my siblings and me was to get rid of everything in the ways mentioned above. She had seen a relative die and leave a mess of a home for the kids to take care of and she didn’t want her children to go through the same.
Another thing Mom and Dad did was to make advanced directives and living wills and to give us copies. They have told us what they want done after their deaths (cremation, no wake) and chose the child they thought would be able to handle the estate the best to be executor of their wills. When their times come, we won’t have any guess work.
Don’t make the mistakes I have made. Streamline your “stuff” and don’t let it take over your life!
Blessings all, g
Today, my boy hugged me. “…overwhelmed, “ he said, “So overwhelmed.” Actually, my boy needed his mom to hug him. And I did promising that there were more where they had come from.
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about how my son is a stranger to me; about his hidden life. He is 23 years old and there is so much I do not know about him. When did that happen? When did he become a stranger?
So, too, is my daughter. I probably know a little more about her but that is because she is 32 and a mother. We relate because we are both mothers. However, we are so different.
We think of having “babies.” We do not think about having defiant teenagers. We do not think of having 23 and 32 year old children. Are they any less our children as they grow older? At 56, I am still my mother’s child. The Girl and The Boy will always be my children.
There are probably a lot of things I don’t want to know about my children. I feel anxiety just contemplating their secrets. There are many things I hope my mom doesn’t know about the younger me. I wish it wasn’t so but it is.
Where am I going with this? I don’t know. Just feeling the need to try to work out what I am feeling. My children still need me. I need their help. Maybe there will be a symbiosis some day. ~heavy sigh~ Some day.
…Time to face the strange.” Okay, so I’m a David Bowie fan.! It had to come out some time.
Seems that just when I get used to something it changes; sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad.
When we left the house this afternoon to run some errands (I love how “run errands” sounds. I first heard it when I was a child and had no idea what my friend’s mother was talking about. We didn’t talk like that in my house.), the lowest price of gas we saw was $3.59(9). When we returned, that gas station had gone up six cents! Why didn’t we stop earlier? Coulda, shoulda, woulda – bummer. (btw, we say could have, should have, would have – I can be a grammar naz*)
There is no reason for the gas prices to be rising except for people in charge of such things listening to speculators. Insane.
A good change? Since I have been taking a spoonful of local honey each day, my allergies are not bad! The local bees use the local allergens to make the honey and it is a heck of a lot easier than allergy shots! I dare you to try it…
Another good change is that Himself finally got his hearing tested and the VA payed for his hearing aids. It is amazing the things he hasn’t heard before such as the click of the mouse on his computer. The only bad thing is that he hasn’t worn them in two days. ~heavy sigh~ Huh? Eh? I was enjoying not hearing those two words.
Any hoo, if we don’t change I suppose we stagnate.
From what I see of this blog entry, my kids aren’t the only ones with ADD. Just checking in and hoping your changes are mostly good! g