The scars of motherhood

droppedImageI currently have a black eye where Natalie threw her head back into my face while we were “cuddling” in my bed. And then yesterday I got a fat lip when my over-dramatic reading of Quiet and Loud startled Clark enough that he popped me in the mouth with the board book in his other hand.

Both events were followed by lots of “sorry, mommy” and me trying not to be anger-management poster-mom.

I saw that NBC is starting a new reality-competition show called America’s Toughest Jobs. I believe that they’re challenging people to do dangerous occupations like Alaskan crab fishing, trucking, bullfighting, logging, etc. I dare them to come spend a week in my house and see how long they last. In my opinion, you don’t have to do much more than roll out of your own bed (at 5 a.m.) to find America’s toughest job. Ouch.

What’s the biggest hit you’ve taken for motherhood?

(This entry was originally posted August 25, 2008.  I’m trying to recreate my lost archives.)

Women’s Conference chapter 2: Integrity

I want to share my notes from a class called, “Till I die, I will not remove mine integrity from me.”

Before I do though, wow, did I get a lot more chatter on that home organization post than I expected!  It was great.  There are two afterthoughts I’d like to add on to that post:

  1. That particular class was more practical in nature than spiritual, thought it obviously had some spiritual underpinnings and spiritual applications.  Two different speakers basically presented in a “here are some things that have worked for me” attitude.  The things I included in my notes were simply things that I thought might work in my family, or at very least, were worth remembering and trying.  Trying to implement them all, especially all at once, would probably lead to certain death.  I just thought there were many good ideas.
  2. celestialroom2I need to make a confession.  A couple weeks ago, for the General Conference Book Club, I planned on doing that talk about the “temple home,” but when I read the part about your home being clean and orderly, I immediately disqualified it, because as I told my friend, “I just wasn’t ready for that yet.”  I didn’t want the guilt, and I needed to come to better terms with what realistic expectations are for myself and my own situation. 

    So I’ve given it quite a bit of thought, and I’ve decided that it would take some kind of heartless, robotic mother to keep her home in temple condition around the clock.  However, I’ve also felt that if we approach our housekeeping as an extension of our covenants and with the desire to make our home a welcome dwelling place for the Spirit, and if we go about our duties with that kind of purpose in mind (recognizing the work as a symbol of our Savior’s mission and also as a service to the spiritual development of our children), I think we’re in a good place.  Then it becomes like what I’m realizing a LOT of the gospel is about:  a PROCESS.  And what we become as we try is much more important than actually achieving a playroom that looks like the celestial room. 🙂 

    As I thought about that, I got a new insight into the whole Mary and Martha story.  Martha’s mistake was not trying to clean up her home after dinner, it was simply missing the whole point of doing it in the first place.  We do all that cleaning and organizing, etc. in an attempt to make our homes a place where the Spirit of the Lord can dwell, but He was already THERE.  In person.  She had already made a marymarthaplace where He felt comfortable and welcome, so she needed to LET IT GO, sit down, and just listen to Him teach.  We need to do that, too.  Pause from all our DOING, and make time for more LISTENING.  He doesn’t want a perfect home; He just wants to know you want Him to drop in.   Hope that makes sense.





So, um, yeah, how ’bout we actually learn a little something about the title of this post?  The first speaker told a story about how she was shocked when one of her 7-year-old daughter’s friends invited her to a play date and then the girl’s mother nonchalantly explained that they lived in a “clothing-optional” community, and would that be a problem?  More shocking to her than the actual question was the fact that she was now going to have to have a conversation with her second-grade daughter about why clothing was not optional in their family.  We have to start early to explain what we believe and why we choose the right even when others do not share, understand, nor applaud our choice.

You know what?  This post is getting too long too fast, and I need to go to bed!  Let’s chew on that home organizing stuff for one more day, and let your brains think about what this — my favorite Young Women’s Value (Integrity) — means to you:  “I will have the moral courage to make my actions consistent with my knowledge of right and wrong.”  I’ll finish up what I learned from the class, and we’ll discuss.  See you tomorrow night.

Women’s Conference report, chapter 1: All Things in Order

messySo… I’m not the most put-together person in the world.  I did do seven loads of laundry today, loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, helped my kids write books, made 3 meals (if opening cereal boxes counts as “making” for one of them), and began some make-ahead-meals as well, but I also stayed in my pajamas all day and never left the house.  When I woke up this morning, I felt overwhelmed by a huge, existential to-do list floating around in my mind.  I might need a little order in my life.

When I left for Women’s Conference last week, Matt made the fatal mistake of informing me of his grandiose plans in my absence.  He said something like this (I can’t remember the details because I felt fire in my brain): “While you’re gone I’m going to go around and de-clutter this whole house.  I’m sick of all the clutter.  I’m going to go from room to room to room and go through all the piles of junk and throw stuff away and put things in the right place.  Don’t worry, I won’t throw away anything that has writing on it.”  I would like to add that this comment came after I spent most of the day trying to get everything picked up and ready for me to leave.  Now, I need to confess that I know he was thinking he was saying something like “I’m going to try hard to do you a huge favor and you will be so proud of me,” but he didn’t understand that I heard, “I’m going to do everything you do everyday, plus oh so much more,” and that I wanted to shove Battleship game pieces under his toenails.

So I think you would have to concede that it took great introspection and humility for me to choose to attend a class at Women’s Conference called, “Let all these things be done in order: Creating a climate of joy and order,” taught by Marjean Weiler ans Sue Williams.  If you will promise to NOT share this with Matt, I will tell you some of things I learned there.

  1. The temple is a model/shadow of how to run our home.  Our covenants are instruction for success.  (D&C 88:119)
  2. Break down projects into steps.  Write each step down.  Put the steps on your calendar.  Approach each step with prayer.
  3. Write down promptings and inspiration, then do them.
  4. Establish routines/patterns.  Tie a new routine to an established one. (For example, you already brush your teeth every night.  Tie journal-writing to that routine and do one after the other until they are both a habit.)
  5. Set aside the same time everyday to deal with paperwork (kids’ school papers + mail, etc.).  Have one place to collect ALL paperwork.  Replace piles with files. (Use general category labels and then subdivide as necessary.  Example:  Medical.  … may later become insurance, bills, prescriptions, etc.)  Write action items on calendar and then throw papers away.
  6. Keep papers and pens (that work!) or a whiteboard near the phone.  Transfer items to calendar.
  7. Use drawer dividers to organize junk or messy drawers. Even boxes from food, etc. can be used as drawer dividers.
  8. Finish tasks.  Don’t “deal with it later.”
  9. In failing to plan, we lose sight of our eternal destiny.
  10. How to balance life’s demands (from Elder Ballard):
    • Set your priorities.  Keep covenants in mind as you make daily plans.
    • Set short-term goals.
    • Measure carefully your needs vs. your wants.
    • Stay close to spouse, children.
    • Study the scriptures.
    • Make time for sufficient rest, exercise, and relaxation.
    • Teach one another the gospel.
  11. Prayerfully pick ONE thing to work on.
  12. How to get started:
    • Make a list of the things around your house that frustrate you the most (towels on floor, meal planning, etc.)  Write it down, and start with the one that bugs you the most.  The speaker mentioned meal planning and talked about a simple rule she follows:  Know what you’re going to eat at ten. Dinner has to be planned out by 10:00 a.m. or 10:00 p.m. the previous night.  Takes stress away from crazy afternoon time.
    • Make the trash can your best friend.  You won’t miss it.  Put stuff in there and RUN before you children see their “favorite McDonald’s toy ever.”
    • Use a calendar and always keep it in the same place.  Go over the calendar each week, maybe at FHE with whole family.
    • Start small, but start.  If you want to declutter an area, use three bins:  Trash, Keep, Donate.  Run to trash.  Put donate stuff in trunk right away.  Organize “keep” stuff into right place.
    • Make it a team effort.  Get help from family.

Feel free to judge me because I mostly took notes on areas in which I need improvement.  Those of you who do not have a D+ in home organization can just ignore this post and tune in tomorrow as we visit another chapter of “What Stephanie learned in Women’s Conference.”  I apologize to those of you who find this kind of stuff tedious or completley uninteresting, but it does me good to review my notes and record what I learned in a “permanent” kind of way.  Humor me.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a pile of about 7-days-worth of mail to tackle.

p.s.  Matt did a great job with the kids and the house while I was gone, but I’m sure you’ll understand my secret joy that his “project” could not come to fruition with all the demands of the children and such.

Can’t sleep.

imagesIt’s four-something in the morning and I can’t sleep.  I’m also very tired.  I hate it when that happens.  I think it’s an unfortunate consequence of three things:  1.  My mind is too busy.  Ever since I got back from Women’s Conference my mind is full of things I want to do and work on and think about.  Basically, I want to save the world.  I’m wondering if I’ll have time for that.  2.  It’s raining outside.  Normally I love the sound of rain, but when it’s 4:00 a.m., I can’t seem to get past it.  3.  Apparently, my husband is having dreams that he is an acrobat in the circus.  There have been flips.

I am happy to report that despite all my traveling paranoia, I did not get swine flu on my trip.  It was a close call, though, since I was sure I had it many times.

Also, when after one day of walking  back and forth across a large campus several times, you feel like your legs will fall off,  it might be time to crank up your treadmill workout at the gym a little bit.

And is it weird that after spending a few days away from your children, even when surrounded by tens of thousands of women in a large arena, that your children seem louder than you ever remembered?

Aren’t you glad you dropped in on all this blog substance today?  I promise to come up with something more meaningful later.  I’m going to go crawl back into the Big Top now and try to give sleep another chance.

True confessions of a 6-year-old mind. Beware.

ezpicknsYou know how some kids pick their nose and eat their boogers?  (I’m afraid Natalie might be one of those kids.)  Not Grant!  No way.  Never in a million years would he do that because it’s disgusting.  Instead, Grant likes to wipe his boogers on furniture, car windows, carpet… whatever’s handy.

I recently discovered that the side of his bed looks like this:

dscf2022No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you.  It really IS that gross.  So now, his bed has been equipped with this:

dscf2023And if that isn’t bad enough, there have been other totally unacceptable infractions of the no-booger-wiping rule.  The lastest was so dire that I did what any good mother would do and forced my child to make a public, internet-based confession.

Did you see all that heartfelt remorse?  The sorrow?  The wailing?  Um, yeah.  Well, Clark and Natalie were jealous about Grant’s debut on the big screen, so the climbing, whining and button-pushing resulted in this:

I know, I know, you are SO impressed.  Feel free to send an Academy Award, or Xanax, whichever seems more appropriate.