I have some free time...well I call it free time. Isaac's asleep and not getting into anything. Rebekah is on the rug looking at all the designs...and babbling.
I just turned on noggin so she could look at something.
The girls have a friend over and they are playing. I thought I would blog.
5 Minutes later
Wow it's amazing what a couple of minutes can do to ya! Now my girls are downstairs in front of the TV. (they must have heard it)... with their friend...
They are watching spider sunny patch or something like that...
Inhale...exhale.....
Take another deep breath.....Ahhh.....
I feel better. Writing has always been therapeutic but it once was my enemy. I went to a psychologist when I was a kid because I was having some rebellion problems with my mom. I was also abused by a family member... so yeah... I HAD problems. But I am okay now. There is nothing wrong with me that God can't fix. When I was a teen I decided to write my thoughts down... even the ones that were most private to me....
Well my mom found them and she used them against me. My mom and I have a good relationship now.. but back them we butted heads. She took all of my writings and critiqued them.. basically telling me what she thought of my personal thoughts. Well... I was devastated as any teen would be. My privacy had been invaded and I felt violated.
I vowed to myself that I wouldn't let anyone ever read my thoughts again.
Hmmm....
Here I sit.. writing my thoughts.... hoping that no one would be offended by anything that I have to say. I know that there will be those that critique me... and I really don't care anymore. I am throwing caution to the wind... and saying adios amigos.....
No more being so quiet and prideful. I don't have pride anymore. Not after 4 kids. I am humble to the bones. If you don't like what I have to say then.. I am sorry... but I am glad that we live in a land of free speech.
Today is Naomi's Birthday. Naomi will be 6 ( ohh she is 6) She still has all of her teeth... thanks to her finger sucking techniques. She started that early... right when she was born she had her fingers in her mouth.. and I think it's just something that soothes her. I suspect PDD but it's never been diagnosed. She hates scratchy itchy clothes.. she even cries when she doesn't like a church dress. She hates tights... she only wears them now sometimes because she wants to be like a ballerina.
I decorated a castle cake for her birthday. It's nothing great but it's homemade. We started a tradition of every other year homemade.. every other year ordered cakes. This year it is homemade time.
Now the girls are enjoying cupcakes ( from the leftover batter of Naomi's cake. I freeze them so they keep well. Hannah just pops em in the microwave and defrosts them. It's a great snack, and I also make pound cake like this, and carrot cake, spice cake.
So I don't have anymore free time. The baby is crying and the girls are making a mess.....what a bummer. I need more free time. I was actually on track for once.
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