Five Princes and one Princess

I've given up

2008-08-25T10:27:00.004-04:00

My life has taken a very sharp turn over the past couple of months. I have evolved from a women who worked full time as nurse while hectically trying to raise 6 children. A women who longed to be a wife that wasn't tired all the time, one who eagerly awaited a time I could spend with my husband without feeling guilty that twenty other things were being neglected during that "time". A guilt ridden women because I was spread so thin that I never got time for myself, yes I felt guilty that I wanted me "time". For quite a while I had been feeling a shift in my heart, a new desire that I was uncertain of. That desire enveloped me like a great white shark and left me perplexed for some time. I wanted to take my family and leave the only place I've ever known. Leave my home, my family, my friends, a wonderful job and most importantly my bubble. Was this a desire or some crazy whim that I have been known to concede to in the past. The only way for me to determine this was to pray. I won't go into my awful, shameful past that is filled with so many skeletons you could consider me a serial killer. But I will tell you that God has brought me to a place where prayer has become a vital necessity in my life. I used to be one of the most whimsical people you would ever meet, hence the skeletons that used to reside in my closet (LOL)! Was this desire, this longing to be somewhere else what God intended for not only myself but my family and so I began to pray to my Heavenly Father. Now, when I pray I have learned to expect that God will answer me. I never know the amount of time he will take in answering my questions but I can rest assure that he will answer me when the time is right, when my heart is right and when my eyes are focused directly on him. Over what was a very short period not only did my desire grow but it accumulated a more direct aim than when it first began. God not only wanted my family and I to leave our hometown, he also wanted me to leave my very good job and stay home with my two year old daughter. I was being asked to step down from the pedestal that I had placed myself on, ya know the one where you are plagued with the ludicrous idea that your family will not survive unless you take charge of everything. You have to do everything or it won't be "right". Jesus said in Romans 12:2 " Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind". I had allowed myself to become so independent (like women these days are told to be) that I had lost sight of how important it was for me to be the women God had intended for me to be. I am not saying it is not okay for a women to be self sufficient and support her family nor that it isn't okay for her to work outside the home. But I you allowed the world( friends, family, co-workers, TV, teachers, employers) to be my influences and tried to live my life like everyone else thought I should. It was always very important to me what other peoples opinions were. I asked for their advice, I welcomed their solution to my dilemmas. I had slowly built myself a pedestal that's foundation was cracked with spiritual discord and that is never good for a family. My husband enjoyed his role as Super Dad but he too was feeling a new desire, a pull somewhere else and a longing to join the workforce once again. We prayed together and waited for God's answers, at times with the inpatients of a child the night before Christmas. Impatient, why? you may ask. I get very excited when I know that God has something in store for me, he has blessed me over the years with so much more than I could have ever dreamed of. When God reveals that he has a huge change in store for my life may it be a new child, a new home or a new "job" I have my moments of stress but I know that if I trust him with all of my heart and remain obedient that I will be blessed. To be continued....................

Learning about Blogging

2008-06-19T16:53:00.007-04:00

Okay, so I am writing two post in one day maybe I am just bored out of my mind (NOT in my house)! I just wanted you guys to see what my diet (coffee) and exercise (mouse) machine look like while I'm desperately to figure out how to change my layout, add cool things and get new readers for my blog. I am sooo addicted! If any of you have any ideas, feedback or just want to leave a comment on how much you love this blog feel free to to let me know at any time. Come on, I'm in serious need here, help a sister out! How do you add a small picture behind my Title, every time I try it is too big. Thanks for any help I get with this issue. I am looking forward to becoming one of the elite Pro Blogger's (not with my punctuality & grammar!) here on the world wide web! Not really, I just enjoy writing & reading so much that I plan on being around here for awhile and want to do the best that I can. Thanx to everyone that visits me and keep coming back for more.

Fart Fest

2008-06-19T12:00:00.005-04:00

For a long time I have been the only female in my house. Living with 5 sons and a hubby (can you imagine!) is one heck of an adventure to say the least. The toilet seat is always up, there are always heaping mounds of soiled laundry (which have to be inspected thoroughly for dissected worms, frogs, insects), my living room is transformed into a wrestling arena on a nightly basis, my cupboards are always bare (3 of them are teenagers), Friday nights are Fart Fest (you know how competitive guy's are) and good ole Mom has the privilege of judging (smelling, pee-yew!) each colon based on volume, duration of the ripple effect, and stench! I myself find these moments disgustingly funny when we are in the privacy of our own home. Unfortunately the competitive nature of the male species can not be contained inside the walls of their habitat. Price Chopper (the local grocery store) has become a Furbeck Favorite "stomping ground" for Fart Fest. The stage is set with Mom standing in the middle of the bread isle next to several other shoppers (unsuspecting souls) trying to decide between white or whole wheat when one of my well mannered boy's (demon spawn) wraps their arms around me from behind and says "I love you Mom" all the time knowing that they are about to "drop it like it's hot" and then say " Mom! say excuse me" while quickly moving away from me (I am now utterly embarrassed, mortified) as to not draw attention to themselves. Of course it is almost always a loud thunderous and very smelly expulsion of gas (I'd give them a 9 & 1/2 if we were at home). Let's not forget the theatrical touch of each one of them squeezing their nostrils and waving their hands as if they are fanning the smell away from them. "Just cleaning out our colon's Mom!" (laughter permeates the bread isle) chant my lovely boy's, "remember what you tell us about colon cancer (nurse Mommy)" they say. Ooh, the joys of parenting 5 males and being married to the King of Fart Fest.

Oopsie I did a Poopsie

2008-06-14T08:45:00.006-04:00

Our daughter recently turned two years old (some people say terrible two) an age I like to think of as terrific! My husband and I are just amazed at how much she has grown physically and even more amazed at how smart she is. This is an age of independence, an age where she very strongly is exerting that independence. This is the age when all of my boy's began the adventures of potty training. An age when Mommy was home and Daddy was at work(he earned the Super part of his name when he became a stay at home parent) and didn't get to experience those adventures to the fullest capacity. My husband during those years didn't really express an opinion on how this adventure should be enjoyed to the fullest but now that hes has become Super Dad ( master of domestication and all powerful one of parenting) he has a very strategic potty plan in place (I love watching his comical reign as Super Dad). His plan involves waiting until she just climbs on the potty and say's "look Daddy I pooped". He gave her a spoon and she just fed herself so why not just open the top on the potty chair and a way she will go! Now this is one of those times where I refuse to wave the white flag(I've conquered this land 5 times already) and I am constantly giving him pointers as well as helping my daughter learn about her bodily functions ( poopy and pee-pee). Super Dad thinks it's too soon even though she can say " I pooped" and she really has! I think Super Dad is just trying to avoid the dirty chapter of the adventure ( boy is he in for it!). "Oopsie you did a Poopsie" is his favorite saying when changing her diaper, he is very comical and entertaining. It has also become the houshold saying when someone passes gas (yes, I also encourage an excuse me). So the other day we are going about our daily activities (making lunch) when my youngest son says "I think sissy woke up from her nap". Super Dad goes up to her room to get her up while I continue spreading the peanut butter when all of a sudden I hear him say " OMG, what did you do baby?" I run upstairs to find my daughter sitting in her crib with brown soiled hands, a poopy ball sitting next to her and mini-poopy balls all over the floor around her crib. The look on Super Dad's face was Priceless and all I could say was "Oopsie she did a Poopsie!" LOL! My hubby is now revising his potty plan with a disaster prevention section.

Super Dad

2008-06-11T05:36:00.006-04:00

Ok so my first post was quite depressing, UGH! I hate it when life throws those curve balls. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow. So I have 6 chitlin's (as we like to call them) 5 boy's and 1 girlie girl (YES)! If my life weren't filled with enough madness I also work fill time as a nurse and I am married to a stay at home Super Dad ( or so he would like to think), don't get me wrong he has a heart the size of Texas and really tries his best to manage our home but men and women are very different. I am not bashing men but there is just a big difference in the way they do things compared to us. Let's take vacuuming for example, Super Dad vacuums around every piece of furniture in the house and if you have one of those EAGER Super Dad's he will suck up just about anything that is not nailed down to have the job done in time for his morning ESPN. So I end up having to have him fix the cleaner that he has so eagerly clogged, this is one thing (males) he is good at that I (females) am not! Ya just gotta wonder how many vacuum belts or vacuums you have to replace before he gets it. My daughter who is almost 2 thinks Daddy is amazing, she loves his breakfast speciality of chocolate doughnuts. Now I am a nurse so I like to try and feed my family as healthy I can. Unfortunately when you have one parent that stays at home you enter into this contract where you have to be willing to compromise ( my version of waving the white flag- I give up) on some things. My husband insist that our daughter is healthier because he buys her pastel sprinkled doughnuts and Walmart has great prices. We spend less on the DN's than we do on a box of oatmeal. I have come home two mornings to find her inhaling her "pretty" breakfast treat. I say "Daddy couldn't you at least limit those to once a week?" to which he replies " But look Mommy they match her pj's, I think I have one that will match your scrub top, do you want it honey?" Are you serious? Yes he is, he is Super Dad!

Today could be your last....

2008-06-08T11:11:00.003-04:00

This week has been tough, very tough. My 16 yr. old son's friend came home from school on Wednesday and found her mother dead. Awful I think is and understatement. I originally had intended my post to be light hearted, humorous yet realistic to my everyday life. Well this one is as real as it gets. My heart breaks for this family. I also struggle with how to help my own son try to understand why things like this happen. I do believe praying has helped me find strength to support him as much as I can. I also believe some times you just don't have the answers to all the tough questions even though our kid's believe we do. My work as a nurse has made me face my own mortality many times but this, this has made me really think about how my children will deal with my death when Jesus calls me home. Am I living every day like it's my last or do I take for granted every day that I have left on this earth? I like to think I appreciate every day with my family but let's be real. I have arguments with my teen sons that leave me so infuriated that I don't even stop to think how I have made them feel. What if this were the last time that we ever spoke, would they know that I only want what is best for them. Do they know that I still look in and watch them while they sleep, amazed at what beautiful young men they have turned into. Do they know that I don't always choose the right words when I am angry? Do they know that I thank God every single day for the blessing of being their mother? This week has been tough but I thank God for opening my eyes, for making me search my heart and for making me want to strive to live each day like it is my last. Don't let the sun go down on your anger and remember to show those you love just how much they mean to you even in the midst of anger and opposition.