Random Tuesday Thoughts

Yesterday, I did what I do every two weeks; I went to the nail salon and got a manicure.  I’ve been doing this, fairly regularly, for the last 4 or 5 years.  And for all of those years, I have seen one technician.  For the first few years, I didn’t know his name.  I sat in the chair, played on my phone, texted, talked to the people next to me.  We would smile at each other.  Never really speaking.  Other than the obligatory hello, thank you and goodbye.

About a year ago, I brought my girls in to get their nails painted and he was wonderful with them.  I asked if he had children and he told me had two sons.  From then on, I learned more about him each visit.  His wife works with him.  They like to take the kids to the beach.

Now when I go in we talk the whole time.  Asking each other about our lives, the holidays, the weather. Normal, polite, chit chat.

Until yesterday. I sat down in his chair utterly defeated.  For reasons, I don’t even want to get into, I am defeated right now.  Tired, grumpy, irritable, blah.  A product of my own doing.

He began his usual routine and when I looked up at him, he asked me, “What do you want for Christmas?”

“Peace,” I answered truthfully.

“A quiet day?” he asked.

“No. Peace inside,” I said.

He thought this over for a minute and said to me, “I stopped picking up my phone when I was bored.  I have peace.”

I sat staring at him, speechless.  Wondering what prompted him to share this with me.  And then I realized that he sees me every few weeks, come in, pick up my phone, waste my time, and all the while looking exhausted and defeated when I get off of the phone.

He asked if I had ever delted social media and I told him I had for a few months a few years ago.  “What did you do instead of picking up your phone,” he said.

I remembered back to those few months and answered, “I prayed.”

“How did you feel?”

“Peaceful,” I said.

I left feeling like I had just been through an hour of therapy except I saved a couple hundred dollars and my nails looked fabulous to boot.

I can’t delete social media these days. Future book sales depend on it. I have to cultivate a base of support before publishing houses will even look at me.

But it makes me wonder what it would be like if I could go back again. Delete it all. I would miss my friends that I do not speak to on a regular basis. Miss seeing what they are doing.  I would miss….ummm….give me a minute. I’ll think of something else.

If I took away all the distraction, what would I discover about myself?  Would I fall back in love with this life I created?  Would I feel rested?  Secure?  Confident?  Peaceful?

Or would I come to admit that when all the noise is gone, I’m not the person I should be?  Would I have to face my flaws? Could I handle the silence?silence

Food for thought this Tuesday morning.










The Un-Decision

A few days ago would have been my 15th wedding anniversary to my first husband.  Keywords in that sentence: would, have and first.  My marriage didn’t last.  In fact, it was over in record time.  Okay, not Kim Kardashian/Kris Humphries time, but, when you expect it to last forever, two years seems like a really short time to be married.

I think about my first marriage every October 28th.  Not because I long for what once was. <insert laughing> My marriage sucked.  My relationship sucked.  There was nothing that would cause longing in me.  I think about it because I am truly amazed at how far I’ve come in the last 13 years.

Thirteen years ago a decision was made.  A decision to end my marriage.  It was the best decision that was ever made for me.  That’s right, I didn’t make it.  My first husband and the woman he was sleeping with for six months of our two-year marriage decided they loved each other and wanted to be together.

Okay, it was not that cut and dry.  I caught them cheating.  He left and after months of indecision about the state of our marriage, he decided to leave me and pursue a relationship with her.

I fought for my marriage.  As insane as it seems, I wanted to stay in that miserable relationship.  I was not one who gave up easily.  I wanted to make it work so I wouldn’t be a statistic.  Granted, this is not a great reason to stay in a relationship but it was my reason and I was sticking with it.

Alas, it was not solely my decision and he chose otherwise.  It’s what I have started to refer to as my un-decision.  A decision for which I had no choice but to accept the consequences. It was this decision that turned out to be the best decision of my life.

I had spent eight long years in a relationship in which I felt like a square peg trying to fit in a round hole.  I was emotionally and verbally abused.  I was too weak to make the change I knew I needed to make.  

His decision for me led me to the three greatest decisions of my life. Decisions I chose this time.  They are, in order of appearance: Kevin, Maddie, and Jane.  Without being forced out of my first marriage, I never would have had the chance to start a relationship with someone who truly accepts me and my special brand of craziness.  Without him, I would never had the joy of giving birth to the two most precious gifts God has ever bestowed upon me.  All of these wonderful things started with the un-decision.

So on October 28th, I choose to celebrate the un-decision.  As a type A, control freak, I am not one who likes to give up decision-making.  I long to believe that I am in control of my life at all times. This vastly differs from what I know to be true.  Yet, I hang on to the illusion that I know what I’m doing.  

For the most part I do.  I make little, inconsequential decisions every day.  I make big decisions sometimes.  And other times, they are made for me. I’ve learned to embrace it.  For the best moments of my life could come from someone else deciding something for me.   And at the end of the day I have learned how to cope, adapt, persevere.  I’ve learned to be okay with whatever happens.

be okay

It’s the most wonderful time of the year


And I’m not talking about Christmas.  It’s the week before school starts.  Before you judge me, let me say that I never thought I would be one of those parents who counted down until their kids went back to school.  When my oldest was about 3, I cried when she had to go back to preschool.  I knew she had to go.  Socialization, learning, blah, blah, blah.  But I was genuinely distraught over not being with her.

Fast forward 8 years and another child later, and I’m ready to take them to the bus stop with a sleeping bag and some lunchables and wish them luck. Okay, it’s not that bad.  I really do enjoy the time I get with them.  We’ve made some great memories this summer but mommy needs a break.

Granted, I am writing this after spending a total of 20 hours in a car and five days at the beach with four girls; two, who are on the cusp of being teenagers, one who has her own hashtag on Instagram (#janeisanass) and one who never stops asking questions…..ever.

There’s a certain craziness to summer that I can’t handle after a few weeks.  Life just seems to get away from me.  And I can’t ever seem to get a grip on it.  For one entire week this summer, we had no food in the house.  How does that happen?  I remember thinking I should go to the grocery store but we were too busy.  I’m not sure what I even fed my kids that week.  It was all a blur.

Some mothers love the summer and I can appreciate what they love about it.  No homework or projects.  No early to bed fights with the kids.  No lunch packing.  I get it.  I really do.  But at the end of the day, I thrive on structure and schedules.  It’s the only way I can successfully manage my life.  Three different, random jobs, two kids, a house, a husband, a Chewie, some farm animals and my desire to never stay home to clean, cook or shop for food, apparently, leads to the utter destruction of my sane, productive life.

So while I will miss their smiling faces as we are sitting by the pool, I am going to cherish Thursday when I send them on the bus and off to school.  It’s going to be a much needed respite. A chance to get my life in order and my brain unfrazzled.  At least for six hours…until they get off  the bus and I have to help them complete three different assignments due on the same day while simultaneously studying for a test all while driving them to and from activities.

What’s that cliché?  Oh yeah, the grass is not always greener on the other side.  Sigh.

You want me to give up what?!

‘Tis the season. No, not Christmas. Lent! This time before Easter is actually one of my favorites. It marks the beginning of the holiest time in the church. According to Wikipedia, the traditional purpose of Lent is the preparation of the believer through prayer, penance, repentance of sins, atonement and self-denial. Sounds fun, right?


Actually, I find Lent to be the most spiritual time for me because it is one where I give up something I love for 40 days (not including Sundays) and really try to focus on what God gave up for us.

This past Sunday, my little one was sick so Daddy stayed home and my oldest and I ventured out to church by ourselves. At breakfast, after church, we had a discussion about what Lent really is meant to be. She is starting to understand what it means now that she’s older. I loved this conversation. I was filled with joy and feeling wonderful that we were connecting. I was so overcome with happiness that I decided that it would be a fantastic idea if we got to pick for each other what we would sacrifice this season of Lent.

I went first. I chose for Maddie to give up junk food. She’s a great eater. She will eat whatever I put in front of her with little complaint. Everything from baked fish to boiled kale. But if she is given the choice between chocolate and kale, like any child, she is choosing chocolate. I really wanted her to take some time to cut the junk out and to understand what it feels like to eat healthy all the time. This felt like a huge victory for me. What was she going to do? Say no to God! Nope! Mommy – 1; Maddie – 0

She contemplated this for a while as she picked at her cheese omelette and bacon. Then she planned everything she was going to eat in the next three days to satisfy her junk food cravings until Easter.

Her turn. She looked at me thoughtfully and asked, “So, it has to be something you really love?” “Yes,” I replied. “Great. I want you to give up Netflix,” she said with the biggest grin ever.

“Ummm…well, see, umm…” I was literally stammering. I had no response. She couldn’t possibly be serious. Netflix? 40 days plus Sundays without Netflix?? I still have 28 episodes of Friends to watch. What will happen if I can’t watch the rest? Mommy – 0; Maddie – 1

This was the moment I actually stopped and listened to the crazy that was running through my head.

Here was my child, engaged in a meaningful discussion about God, Christ, Lent, and sacrifice and I was actually almost panicking because I couldn’t watch the rest of a television show that I actually watched in its entirety when it was actually on television.

This was the moment I realized that I was in a place to teach my child something. I was in a place to do something I didn’t want to do and to do it anyway because it is the least I can do for God who made the ultimate sacrifice for me.

So, I did the grown up thing. I told her yes. I would give up Netflix. So, now as I sit here and type, I’m listening to a podcast from Joyce Meyer. I would normally be watching Netflix as I work. To tell you the truth, so far, I’m not missing it. Granted, it’s been only 3 hours but I’ll take small victories.

The bigger victory at the end of the 40 days will not be that I taught my child by using words about sacrifice and Lent but that I was able to show her the love of Christ through my actions. And, finally, the biggest victory will be knowing in my heart the meaning of true sacrifice. Not Netflix or candy, but what God sacrificed.

Say it with me: For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.

At the end of Lent, the math will look like this: Mommy – 1 + Maddie – 1 = God – 2


The Best Worst Valentine’s Day Card…..EVER!

My beautiful Jane made me a Valentine’s Day Card. So thoughtful. So caring. So wrong, in so many ways. Let’s break it down, shall we.

The Cover:


We’re off to a great start. She wants me to have a happy Valentine’s Day and I got two hearts…not one.



The first line is fabulous. She thinks I’m a dear mother. The second line, however; is better than the first. She is thanking me for giving her life. “I am happy that I am born.” Next line: “I liked the movie.” This one means the most to me because she should be grateful that I spent 2 hours sitting through Spongebob.

Moving on…”and I wish I could get a Valentine but no one makes me one. Happy Valentine’s Day. Love, Jane.”

Really, really? My child used my card to express her irritation that I didn’t make her a Valentine. Nevermind the clothes from Justice, the stuffed animals and the candy. And the fact that her sister made her one and she got 18 of them yesterday from her classmates.

The back cover:

Are you ready for the kicker? The best worst part of this Valentine’s Day card.


She drew a picture of me handing out Valentine’s Day cards with the caption “Here Kevin, Here Maddie.” Do you notice what’s missing? Her name! She drew a picture of me handing out Valentines to everyone but her.

Despite the not so passive aggressive undertones of this Valentine. I know she loves me and the fact that she spent any time making me a card warms my heart and I get the added bonus of being able to hold this over her head for years to come.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Mommy’s Not Cleaning It: Recap of Day 2

Good morning! Day 2 started like any other. Kevin and I worked out and Jane was the first of the children to wake up. She gets dressed and heads downstairs. But, wait! What is she carrying? In her hands was the giant box of goldfish and a box of graham crackers. This was it. I could feel it. I was certain she was going to ask what the two boxes were doing on the floor of her bedroom.

She puts them on the couch, stares at me with those big, blue eyes and asks, “Can I have some Cheerios with milk?” Then she proceeds to turn the television on and eat the goldfish!Jane with the goldfish

Oh, well. Maybe later she will realize. Back to my day. I went about my chores. As I was unloading the clean dishes and then loading the dirty ones into the dishwasher I realized one of the great benefits of my experiment is that there are less dishes to be done because they are all laying on the floors of my messy children.

Maddie came down as usual and fixed herself some Cheerios with bananas. She left the banana peel and the empty cheerio box on the counter. Ok, I admit that as she was making her breakfast, I was secretly hoping that she wouldn’t throw the banana peel away. I really wanted to toss it on her floor. Score for Mommy!

We all got ready to leave for school and the questions began. They all started with, “Where is_______?” (Insert any item here: shoes, bookbag, jacket, kindle, etc) They couldn’t find anything! I always answered the same way. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen it down here.” Snicker, snicker.

The girls left for school and I assessed the damage. Here’s what I put in their rooms:

banana peel
2 cereal bowls
deflated balloon
Valentine’s Day cards
pencil sharpener
duct tape (really!)
nail polish remover
hair ties
empty cheerio box

The result was this:

Oh, and the pear was still there:


We were very busy after school and didn’t get home until 7. The kids never said a word. Not one word. Until, Maddie went to bed. This is how it went:

Maddie: Mommy, this nail polish remover isn’t mine.

Me: Well, you left it out so I thought it must be important to you.

Maddie: Oh. (Silence) Well, what’s this banana peel doing in my room?

Me: Well, you left it out so I put it in your room. Figured you needed it.

Maddie: Really? (with all the snottiness of a full fledged teenager)

Me: Yup.

Maddie: My room needs some serious help.

Jane: Maddie, there’s mac n cheese in my room too.

Me and Kevin: covering our mouths so as not to laugh hysterically

The next 15 minutes were a mix of our explaining to the children what we had done and Maddie screaming and throwing a tantrum swearing she’s not messy and Jane saying, “ok. I’ll clean it tomorrow.”

Maddie was pissed. Pissed with a capital P. She screamed, cried and basically told us that we hated her. Twenty minutes later she apologized and then spent the next hour cleaning her room.

Thank God it’s over. I can’t wait to have my house back in order. We warned them there would be no screen time at all until their rooms were cleaned and we would continue with the process of tossing everything in their rooms if they didn’t learn to throw it away or put it away.

I feel victorious. I know it’s a long road ahead of keeping them on track but I feel like they finally get it. Let’s hope that they not only get it but implement the changes needed.

In the meantime, I’m going to sit back, relax with a cup of coffee and listen to them groan as they make their beds. Groan away children, groan away. Mommy won.

Mommy’s Not Cleaning it: Recap of Day 1

Day 1 is done and there is only one thing to say: WOO-HOO! And here’s why.

My original goal was to not clean anything yesterday but after an hour of sitting in our living room amidst the trash, dirty dishes, stuffed animals and underwear (that’s right, I said underwear), I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to clean up after them but I didn’t want to sit in filth. So, my plan evolved.

I went around the house and picked up everything the kids had left lying around or failed to throw away or didn’t put in the dishwasher and I threw it in their rooms. And when I say threw, I mean threw. Tossed it in and left. Then I shut the door so I didn’t have to look at it.

This was revolutionary for me. I learned so much about myself. For one, I can let go and feel good about it. I don’t need everything to be absolutely perfect to sit down and relax. And two, I get a sick, sick joy from throwing my kids crap in their rooms. It’s so liberating. I no longer feel resentment when I’m cleaning up their stuff and they’re lying around playing their kindles.

So, here’s a breakdown of what I put in their rooms yesterday:

3 spoons
2 forks
3 empty easy mac containers
2 empty easy mac cheese packets
various pieces of crumbled up paper
empty candy wrappers
stuffed animals
dirty clothes
clean clothes that were never put away
underwear that somehow wound up on my couch

When you add it to the stuff that was already all over the floor, we have reached a point where there is little floor left to be seen.

The kids were blissfully unaware that I was doing this. They assumed that when the easy mac containers disappeared, I threw it away like I always did. Wrong, suckers!

When Kevin arrived home, he found me smiling like a fool in the kitchen. I filled him in on my new plan and he eagerly jumped aboard. At the end of the night, he placed the piece de resistance (excuse my french…I can’t figure out how to make the mark above the e’s) in Maddie’s room. She left a half-eaten pear on my nightstand. Really, really?!

So, thanks to my friend Dana’s story about her sister, Kevin decided to put the pear core under Maddie’s pillow before bed.

Then we waited. We couldn’t wait for the kids to come down in disgust after they realized what was in their rooms. We waited and waited and waited. How the hell can you not realize there is a half-eaten pear under your pillow?!

Day 2 begins.