I struggle with envy. There. I said it. It’s the ugly truth. I don’t want to be famous, or powerful, or even wealthy. But I would like to go out to eat whenever I don’t feel like cooking, and I’d like to take my family on vacation somewhere warm on a whim. I’d like to… Continue reading When Envy Clouds Your Day
— 1 — Theoretically “spring” has arrived here in central Indiana. Today it is supposed to be 65*, and we will be outside. Next week, another polar vortex. I would just like to say, suck it, winter. — 2 — Apparently we are the only people on earth to have not seen some movie called… Continue reading 7 QT – Spring? Edition (with "profanity")
I’m starting to realize a lot of the disappointment I experience is in direct correlation to my unrealistic expectations. Okay, maybe not unrealistic, but not altogether grounded in reality. This week, thus far, has been one big exercise in adjusting my expectations to avoid abject disappointment. I am supposed to run a marathon on Saturday…in… Continue reading Disappointment
It has been a long week. Last week, Keith came home with a horrible cold/cough. I tried to let him sleep as late as possible each evening before work, and he spent most of the day Saturday in bed. He insisted, however, that we go to the Indy Boat, Sport and Travel Show. After a… Continue reading Cutting Myself Some Slack
This is me being real. Just fair warning. I had to log off of Facebook last night and have Keith change my password. I am currently unaware of what my password is, and the only warning I gave was to my group of adoptive mom friends. I left them a message, because they are the… Continue reading Facebook: I Just Can’t…
Dear Sleepless Mama, You? Are not alone. I know you feel so alone. Everywhere you turn you have friends and relatives telling you about their perfect children who slept through the night at 6 days, 6 weeks, 6 months. And here you (we) are at almost 36 months and your (our) kiddo still wakes multiple… Continue reading Dear Sleepless Mama
Last night we had dinner at my parents’. After dinner, Little Man wanted to go for a walk, and he wanted mommy to go with him. We walked across the backyard to the pond on the golf course. Then we decided to cross a few greens to check out the other pond. The sprinklers (prinkilers… Continue reading There’s A Limit.
I got asked this question today. How are you, spiritually? I volunteer with a ministry at church headed up by a minister on staff who is a friend of mine. He was on staff at the seminary when I started twelve years ago. Shortly after Keith and I got married, and I moved away from… Continue reading How are you, spiritually?
Hello, my name is Rachel, and I am a germaphobe. And my germaphobia manifests itself in a very specific form: Emetophobia. Emetophobia: the fear of vomit and/or the fear of the act of vomiting. Specifically for me, it’s the fear of catching a stomach virus. “But Rachel,” I hear you saying, “nobody likes to vomit.”… Continue reading Mama’s a Germaphobe
Does anyone else experience this? I’ve been reading a great book about the best decisions a woman can make, and there was basically a whole chapter on guilt and how to discern if it’s from God or the enemy. But because I was up sick all night with the stomach flu (TMI, I know, sorry),… Continue reading Mommy Guilt