Today I got pulled over for the first time. He pulled me over for going '5-6 miles' over the speed limit in the 70 and 60 zones. Once he said why he pulled me over, I was not even upset. Seriously, 5 miles over the speed limit?! I have no problem with me getting pulled over for that because that's just ridiculous. He didn't give me a ticket (not even for not having my new tabs on, but he said I was up to date, so I just needed to go home and find them) and he was very nice.
I think what happened on Sunday with those 4 officers in Lakewood being murdered made me ok with being pulled over. I very much appreciated this State Trooper and his kindness to me, even though he pulled me over for going 5 over the speed limit. I wish I had taken that opportunity to express my gratitude for his service.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Dirty Dishes
I hate dirty dishes. I hate them when they're on my counter and when they're in my sink. And, the bigger problem, I hate washing them. When I was growing up, we used to complain about loading the dishwasher; never again will I complain about loading the dishwasher. I hated doing the dishes then and I hate it more now. I'd give my 1-bedroom kingdom for a dishwasher.
I love having a clean kitchen, so I think I hate what the pile of dirty dishes represents: I'm too busy, tired, lazy, etc. to wash them. Between commuting 2 hours per day, working full time, taking care of my sweet Vivienne, trying to work out transportation with one car, and supporting Doug in whatever way I can...I just don't have the time, energy, or desire to clean those bloody dishes. Doug helps sometimes, but a pile of dirty dishes doesn't irk him like it does me, so I'm the one who buckles under the weight of the yuckiness in the sink.
Ugh. If we had enough money, I'd rather just throw out the dirty dishes and pull out clean ones for each new meal. Or just get a dishwasher.
I love having a clean kitchen, so I think I hate what the pile of dirty dishes represents: I'm too busy, tired, lazy, etc. to wash them. Between commuting 2 hours per day, working full time, taking care of my sweet Vivienne, trying to work out transportation with one car, and supporting Doug in whatever way I can...I just don't have the time, energy, or desire to clean those bloody dishes. Doug helps sometimes, but a pile of dirty dishes doesn't irk him like it does me, so I'm the one who buckles under the weight of the yuckiness in the sink.
Ugh. If we had enough money, I'd rather just throw out the dirty dishes and pull out clean ones for each new meal. Or just get a dishwasher.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Best of times, not the worst of times
The first 3.5 months of Vivienne's life have been the best times of my life-I never thought I'd get so excited about a little smile-and not quite the worst. While every parent gets (understandably) frustrated and irritated, I found that my biggest concern about being a mom is not as big a problem as I thought.
I was so afraid of how I would handle a crying baby on a lack of sleep, I've never been the most patient person. But, with Vivienne I have found the Lord has increased my heart and allowed me to have greater love and patience for her than I ever thought I could. The lack of sleep has brought be to tears on occasion and have gotten extremely upset at the explosive poopie that ruined her cutest outfit while we were on a trip (twice). However, I have found that being a loving parent has been the best way for me to 'put away my natural man'. The best I received is that this new, little person doesn't know what they're doing-they don't do 'bad' things on purpose. This is the only time in her eternal life that she will be an infant in this body and it is my job to try to let her enjoy it.
I was so afraid of how I would handle a crying baby on a lack of sleep, I've never been the most patient person. But, with Vivienne I have found the Lord has increased my heart and allowed me to have greater love and patience for her than I ever thought I could. The lack of sleep has brought be to tears on occasion and have gotten extremely upset at the explosive poopie that ruined her cutest outfit while we were on a trip (twice). However, I have found that being a loving parent has been the best way for me to 'put away my natural man'. The best I received is that this new, little person doesn't know what they're doing-they don't do 'bad' things on purpose. This is the only time in her eternal life that she will be an infant in this body and it is my job to try to let her enjoy it.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Motherhood
As I sit and watch the Anne Curry interview with the mother who recently added octuplets to her brood of 6 (that's a grand total of 14 kids for you math whizzes and people living in caves), I feel my first baby move inside me. I am struck by how much this mother seems to love her children and can understand the fact that she wanted children, even many children.
When people find out I'm Mormon, many times their first question is "So how many kids are you going to have?" I'm not sure why people think it's ok to ask this question because I'm LDS. To sidestep the impropriety of discussing my reproductive plans with strangers, I ususally tell them I want to field an entire soccer teams...substitutes are optional.
While I don't know exactly how many kids we'll have in the future (I am focusing on the first one right now), I am grateful for the counsel of the general authorities of the church. Parents have been counseled not to have more children than they can financially, emotionally, physically, and spiritually care for. This decision is between husband, wife, and the Lord. I don't feel pressure because I know as long as I heed the Lord, everything will be fine.
Hearing this woman's story also makes me incredibly grateful for the structure of the family unit the Lord set in place before the world was created. While every family has challenges, the family unit headed by a married mother and father is the best way to meet these challenges and give children the best opportunity to thrive in this world and learn what they need for the next life.
I don't judge this mother's love for her children, but I do question her judgement. As much as people rail on her for being irresponsible (there may be a level of that), I know there are far worse parents in the world and far worse situations for children to come into this world. I just hope she can keep her sanity...
When people find out I'm Mormon, many times their first question is "So how many kids are you going to have?" I'm not sure why people think it's ok to ask this question because I'm LDS. To sidestep the impropriety of discussing my reproductive plans with strangers, I ususally tell them I want to field an entire soccer teams...substitutes are optional.
While I don't know exactly how many kids we'll have in the future (I am focusing on the first one right now), I am grateful for the counsel of the general authorities of the church. Parents have been counseled not to have more children than they can financially, emotionally, physically, and spiritually care for. This decision is between husband, wife, and the Lord. I don't feel pressure because I know as long as I heed the Lord, everything will be fine.
Hearing this woman's story also makes me incredibly grateful for the structure of the family unit the Lord set in place before the world was created. While every family has challenges, the family unit headed by a married mother and father is the best way to meet these challenges and give children the best opportunity to thrive in this world and learn what they need for the next life.
I don't judge this mother's love for her children, but I do question her judgement. As much as people rail on her for being irresponsible (there may be a level of that), I know there are far worse parents in the world and far worse situations for children to come into this world. I just hope she can keep her sanity...
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