Mornings with Montana Man

I love the mornings that MM is home with me. Yes, it means he is not "working" his regular job but he usually has a side job to attend to later in the morning. But until then I get him! And this morning was perfect. I got to sleep an extra 40 minutes. This was badly needed because Mini got up more than normal last night. Oh, and I may have wasted a couple hours of sleep on a very thrilling Christian mystery book that involves horses. But same same, I needed some extra sleep! And MM jumped right out of bed when I requested 30 minutes more and grabbed his little daughter to rock her :-) Be still my heart!

When I got up we put on The Polar Express for Puzzle Boy (his new fav), and I made my special pumpkin spice coffee and some vanilla creamer. Montana Man made us breakfast! And we ate it together. At the table. Sans kids. And instead of using this time wisely to talk about politics or how to end world hunger we talked about the fact that we were having coffee together, alone. And maybe there was some Bob Marley* jokes in there. We laughed and drank coffee and were just us. No, we did not feel guilty about our kids watching a movie at 8:30 in the morning, we have learned the hard way that our marriage demands attention even if it's just coffee. There is plenty of time to spend mornings immersed in our kids, but we also realize that they need to see us spending time on each other because someday they will be married. No, I am not just trying to justify the tv thing again, I swear. This stuff is important!

Moral of the story today. Drink hot liquids with your spouse while your kids do otherwise on a semi-regular basis. It is fabulous, trust me.




*Bob Marley the comedian, not the pot smoking musician, although I have to say that that Bob has made a chuckle arise from me a time or two. It's the hair I think. Bob Marley the comedian is our fav, and he is from Maine so it makes him even cooler.

Real Life, True Story.

"...therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat, nor about your body, what you will put on it. For life is more than food, and the body more than clothing." -Luke 12:22-23

We never moved. For reasons we will never understand we are still here and Montana Man has a new job for better pay. We are thankful for this and are trying to forget the months lost.

I have been wanting to post but have been a little stuck. It's that time of year... and I am unmedicated, be afraid. Anxiety has kinda been my new dysfunctional bestie, we like to cry together and be grumpy over spilled milk. I have not called in my buddy Zoloft recently because I am still nursing my incredibly beautiful 9 month old (with 3 teeth I might add) and the fact that I end up having about as much emotional response as Data. It was a husband/wife decision.

I have been reading other peoples blogs though and what has struck me is how ordinary a lot of them are. I always feel like I need to come up with something awesome to post, much how I feel about dinner. And then I think of nothing and don't post, much like dinner. We eat a lot of "pantry" dinners. It's something to work on. But I miss writing! I suffer from chronically unheard syndrome (symptoms include talking to people under the age of 5 constantly, not remembering what you were saying after being interrupted and people who are just kinda sick of you). Now I have no idea if anyone who reads these posts likes it but it makes me feel special when I see it got action!

So this is real life. I am a real person. I fear the Lord and want to teach my children to do the same. I eat a really crappy diet, I will work on it someday. I like to see how close to when I have to take Puzzle Boy to school I can get up in the morning (7:20 just so you know, we leave at 8:00). I have to go back and capitalize almost every "I" I use. It annoys me. I like and hate showers. I daydream about when I can have another baby because I swear I still have a rush from Mini Me's birth (you can stop shouting "insanity!" now). I am such an introvert that small family gatherings get my feathers ruffled. I hate gift giving, oh the pressure! I stick my kids in front of the tv more than I care to share, and I do it for coffee. I love books. I have a lot of them. I want to write one. Maybe.

I was reading Pioneer Woman's blog today and she recorded conversations she has with her husband. I have not laughed so much in awhile. I might try it. Ree, do you mind?

This post has become so disorganized! Oh my goodness, if you come back you deserve a medal and a hug. Maybe some of my coffee, that's how grateful I would be.

Now there is an odor I must address coming from the small child I am holding (I bet you are thinking, "how impressive, she typed this with one hand!") Wishful thinking anyway!