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Sleep, Whats That?

Good morning! Well, is it a good morning for you? The morning after this Monster Hurricane Sandy. I hope and pray that all are safe. I’ve watched the news and so far I’ve heard reports that most people in the NorthEast are doing ok. As ok as can be expected when a huge hurricane sweeps through your town.. flooding your home, knocking out power, blowing down trees, rendering your town helpless, and shutting down communities. :/ This is the first time since 9/11 that NYC has been rendered helpless. Wooah, that’s an eerie sight, watching the aftermath of such a monster storm. I’ve been praying for those in the path and today The Lord gave me a verse of comfort. Psalm 121: 7 and 8. It’s very reassuring.


Waking up to power, a warm dry home, and a safe family should make me feel thankful. But after my night, the only thing I’m feeling is annoyed and tired. Have I mentioned that the baby doesn’t sleep well? I’m starting to believe that she, somehow, can thrive off of very little sleep. (The same cannot be said for me. Lol) Last night she refused to go to bed, finally fell asleep at midnight, woke up at 2. Woke up at 3:30. Woke up at 4 where upon she decided it was time to start her day. So I had the … joy … of a 4:00 am playsession. 🙂 Woohoo. Oh and btw, the baby didn’t sleep very well the night before last too.

Being a mom is hard work. Rewarding 98% of the time. But it’s during those other 2% of times where you could just run away screaming while pulling your hair out. Hahaha. The only thing keeping me going this morning is Starbucks. Thank You, Lord for some Starbucks. I sat on the floor this morning, playing with the baby and counting down the mins until 5:20, when I loaded up the baby in my car and made the 15 min drive to Starbucks. I got a vanilla latte and slice of pumpkin bread! Oh yes I made a splurge for some pumpkin bread! And the icing on the cake, my drink was free. 🙂 Happy Birthday to me, I’ll be turning 26 tomorrow.

The downside to my Starbucks trip (aside from consuming unneeded calories, sugar, and fat) is that sometime while driving to get my Birthday Treat the baby managed to fall asleep. Wait. How is this a bad thing? Because she has me hostage in my car. For I know that if I took her out of the car, the second I entered the house she would wake.up. Boooo!! So that leaves me stuck inside my car, typing away on my iPad. …I’m surprised the husband hasn’t come looking for me. Lol. I bet he’s sleeping away, comfortably in our warm bed…

As for my birthday tomorrow, my BFF Julie texted me about making celebration plans tonight. She asked me what I’d like to do… What I wanted to say was that all I want for my birthday is some sleep. Id like a full weekend of sleep, please and thank you.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Some sleep. What a funny joke. Blah!


Can I Catch A Break?

I need a moment!

True Story

True Story

Any parent will tell you there comes a time when you are totally burnt out and at the breaking point. Im there at the moment. Today has not been a good day and I just put the baby in her crib to ‘play’ for 10 mins while I get a break. A BREAK! Im a stay at home mom, breaks are not something we get. Unlike moms that work, we are with our children 24/7. We do not get to have baby free time during the day. Now dont get me wrong, I love being able to stay at home. But today is just one of THOSE days. Actually, my entire week last week was one of THOSE weeks and right now I am taking.a.break. A break from constantly running interference and redirecting.

The bad thing about your baby finally becoming mobile is that your baby is finally becoming mobile. Ah! 😛 They get into everything they shouldnt and now Im running interference. All.The.Time. Havent I said before that babies are like puppies?! Lol. The crazy thing is that the baby has so many toys but she doesn’t want to play with them. I try to get on the floor and play with her. She crawls away. (Plus she’s teething. Whining. Grumpy. Doesn’t sleep well. Doesn’t nap well. And won’t watch a second of tv.) What DOES the baby want to do? Play with the tv. Try and climb the stairs. Get into the kitchen trash. Chew our shoes (What makes a baby look at a shoe and think, that looks like something good to chew?!). Pull out the DVDs. Unroll the toilet paper. Try and climb into the shower. Pull out all of the mixing bowls from the kitchen cabinets. Play with wires. Rip paper. I’m constantly redirecting her. Saving her from her hurting herself. Omgosh, can a mama not catch a BREAK?

What do *I* do?! What do YOU do!!!?

What do *I* do all day?! What do YOU do all day!!!?

This morning I had to redirect the baby about 50 million times from the stairs. I dont get what is so entertaining about climbing up them, but thats all she seems to want to do. You should see her when I stop her, its like I just broke her poor little baby heart. She has a full on baby breakdown and cant stand it that I wont just let her craw up those stairs. MeanMama! I caught her on the 5th or 6th step and told her, “NO Bethany. You cannot go up there!” In her sweet little angel voice, Bethany said, “Bye bye Mama!” and attempted to race up the stairs. Lol. Oh no.

I know she wants to explore and is trying to learn her environment. I’m happy that she’s so healthy and curious. But this is getting tiring. Plus the house is a mess because I can’t clean during the day. The husband comes home like — Um, what have you done all day?! — And I just want to punch him. Lol. 😉

Ok, now that Ive gotten my moment … time to go back to mama-reality….

SAHM, True Story

SAHM, True Story

Where Were You? Where Was God?

Today is September the 11th.



It didnt even occur to me that 9/11 was coming up until 2 days ago! :/ I was going to write a ‘fluffy’ post but it doesnt feel appropriate. I wonder how many other bloggers are also talking about this anniversary. Im sure nothing I have to say is new.. but I also wanted to join in and grieve the deaths of the thousands that died, the many that were injured, and the millions that were affected.

I remember that day pretty clearly. I was a sophomore in high school. I was changing classes and I remember walking past some classrooms with the TVs on, which was unusual, so I was trying to figure out what was going on. When I made it to my room the rest of the students were buzzing around, talking about the first plane crash. We were all still trying to figure out what was going on. My initial reaction was that this was some kind of joke, I didnt really understand. For the rest of the day my school sat glued to the tv sets. We watched as the 2nd plane hit. We watched as the buildings fell. Heard reports of the other plane crashes. It was if … we all were watching some Hollywood movie. I remember lunch time in the cafeteria was eerie quite. And then it was time for school to be let out. Time to go home. Home to what…? To the place where I was suppose to feel most safe and secure. My home was filled with images of burning rubble, people screaming, fire, people jumping from the towers, news anchors crying… For the days to come, I remember seeing Ground Zero being filled with rescue workers and all other kinds of people trying to help out. I had this overwhelming urge to help. But what could I do? I was just a kid. Having that feeling of hopelessness was so unsettling. I dont think Ill ever forget that feeling.

Last year for the 10th anniversary my son’s school did this memorial. Where the parents wrote about their experiences during that day and then the teachers placed the accounts up as a kind of memorial. George was 6. How do you explain to a 6 year old that there are people in the world who have so much hatred in their hearts that they want to end the lives of others. That those people believe their ‘god’ will bless them for killing others who do not hold the same beliefs as them. The husband and I youtubed clips that we thought were age appropriate and showed them to George. But even then, our child has such a tender heart and sweet spirit, even then I do not think he was able to wrap his mind around the acts of those people.

Then that leads to questions like, how could God let those people crash the planes? Why would God let something like that happen? Woah! Thats an even more difficult thing to try and explain. Im not sure Im eloquent enough to come up with some long, theological response. To put it simply, God permitted it to happen because it was His will. Why ..exactly..? I dont know. But, I do know that I place my faith in Him so that means accepting His word as Truth, even when I dont fully understand.

God Was There!

God Was There!


Please, Watch!!
In My Seat
September 10, 2001, First Officer Steve Scheibner packed his suitcase and waited for the phone call finalizing his assignment to fly American Airlines Flight 11, from Boston to Los Angeles. The call never came. In My Seat recounts the events leading up to Flight 11 and the subsequent death of Tom McGuinness in the seat that should have been filled by Steve Scheibner.


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