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(Sweater – JcPenney, Cami – Maurices,  Skinnies – C/O Old Navy, Boots – Charlotte Russe, Earrings – Claire’s, Scarf – Gift)

Moving on from yesterday’s slightly sad but hopeful post and back to the whole “Clothes! Glorious Clothes!” thing.  Have I mentioned yet how wonderful it is to feel healthy and whole and back in clothing again?  Okay, I know I did but it just feels so good!  

I apologize that the pictures aren’t the best quality, especially the last one.  My oldest daughter was taking my pictures for me and I didn’t have the battery charged so my camera died after just these three pictures.  Bummer!  But at least we got a few even if the last one is quite blurry.  

I was really hoping to show the scarf better because it’s super unique.  It’s a braided infinity scarf that just keeps wrapping around yet is all braided into one big section in the back.  It’s super cool!  Thank you so much to my kids’ teachers (Denise Swan and Julie Piskie) who got it for me as a Christmas gift for volunteering in their classrooms!  I LOVE it and am so glad I’m finally healthy enough to wear it!  I promise to get better pictures of it next time so you can really see the uniqueness of it.  

On a final note…Yes, my Christmas decorations are still up.  I promise the indoor ones are down I just never take the outdoor ones down until it’s warmer outside.  AKA spring.  So that pine has a couple more months of gracing my porch and possibly more photos, haha!  Come on, I know I’m not the only one who refuses to endure the elements of winter just to remove Christmas decorations.

Ironically I endure the elements for blog photos…guess we know where my priorities are.  Though do note that the previous outfit post was indoors because it was waaaaaaaay too cold outside.  I’m willing to sacrifice warmth and comfort for you but I do have my limits:-)

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I’m really not sure why, but I’ve been feeling the past couple of days that God wants me to share on my blog about how the last month has gone for the Schroeder family.  I really don’t want to sound whiney or have you all think I’m using my blog to complain about how horrible the last month has been.  I fear that it may turn some of my readers off, after all there are many people in the world who have it much worse off than we’ve had it, but I can’t ignore this little nudge inside me that keeps pointing me towards this post.

I’m really not sure what to say or how to put all that has transpired since the beginning of 2013 into words, so I’m just going to type away and trust God to move through me.  He obviously feels there is someone out there who will benefit from this story or maybe his purpose is to make me more transparent and show you that life isn’t always so exquisite.

To be honest this story starts before 2013 began; it starts New Years Eve, December 31, 2012.  We woke up on this morning excited that we were going to go spend the evening with some good friends of ours.  However, time with friends was not to be, for my husband would find out that afternoon that he had strep throat and only a couple of hours after he discovered this my back went out when I lifted my youngest daughter.

To be completely honest it actually began even before this day.  As soon as flu and cold season reared its ugly head we’ve been down with colds, strep throat, viruses, etc.  But New Years Eve was the beginning of “The Plague”.  Well that’s what some friends of ours think is happening and there’s been a part of me that has wondered if our family may be cursed.

From that day on it’s been one sickness or injury after another.  My husband, got his antibiotics and was feeling better by the time he had to go back to work on January 2nd.  However, my back was not better yet and for two weeks I hobbled around, painfully, trying to do only the very minimum amount of tasks.  Basically I got the kids off to school and then my youngest daughter and I would spend the day in my bed snuggling, playing with her new Christmas gifts, reading books, watching movies, whatever we could do with me laying on ice in bed.  I felt so bad for being such a boring mom, but she was such a trooper and a great nurse!  At this point I wasn’t feeling like we were cursed nor was I even upset.  Annoyed, yes, but not upset.  I’ve had a bad back since I was in 7th grade so unfortunately I am use to the interruptions it sometimes causes in my life.

I felt bad for my husband and kids who had to help out with a lot more things.  Especially for my poor husband who was working more than eight hours a day then coming home to cook dinner, do laundry, and all the other things that needed done each day.  He never complained, just loved on me and took care of both mine and the kids’ every need.  Thanks, Babe, you’ve been a huge help.  God has blessed me with the perfect man!

In the midst of my back being out on me I had to plan my youngest daughter’s 3rd birthday.  I hobbled around like an old crippled lady and thankfully my wonderful mother and dear friend came over to help me prepare food, decorate and clean my house.  If you are reading this Mom and Lynn, thank you so much, once again!  You were a HUGE help!

I very painfully decorated an adorable ducky cake and endured the party, but before all my guests even left I had to apologize and make leave for my bedroom with my icepack.  Luckily my family is wonderful and understands.  And Elizabeth seemed to really enjoy her ducky party.  (I”ll try to remember to post pictures later this week or next week.)

Right as my back was beginning to feel better my son got strep throat.  This poor kid gets horrible strep throat every year.  The two previous winters he’s had strep throat five times each winter!  Crazy!  The doctor has now made an appointment for Valentines Day to see an ENT specialist to see if it’s time to have those tonsils removed.

As a couple of days passed and he tried to fight off temperatures soaring over 104•, the realization that this had to be more than just strep throat kicked in.  After all antibiotics are supposed to make you better within 24-48 hours and he’d had no improvement.  In fact, he had gotten worse, the temps were still very high, I had a hard time keeping them under 103•.  He hadn’t eaten anything for days and was growing lethargic.  I called the clinic who said, it’s just a virus, it will pass but I was truly concerned about how high his temperature was and that no amount of medicine, cold wash cloths or cool baths were taking his temperature down for more than an hour at a time.  The poor kid could hardly even walk to the bathroom and I was concerned he was dehydrated.

Eventually, after five days of sickness, he got better, just in time for me to get it.  I felt horrible, I honestly don’t remember the last time that I was so sick.  I couldn’t keep anything down.  I was light-headed, nauseated and wishing it would pass soon, because we’d bought our family monster truck tickets for Christmas and couldn’t cancel going.  Well, I didn’t get better for the Monster Jam.  I had to drag myself out of bed and endure a three-hour drive to Minneapolis and walk in the -20• from the parking lot to the Metrodome, then back again afterwards for another three-hour drive back home.  My poor husband not only had to keep track of our kids, but he was worried that I would pass out and he’d have to call 911.  I have to say that in spite of how horrid I felt I still enjoyed my very first Monster Jam.  I was just disappointed that I had to be sick and couldn’t enjoy it to the fullest.

The Monster Jam wasn’t the only event I had to go to while this virus assailed my body.  My son had his very first wrestling tournament and I wasn’t going to miss it.  So I clung to my husband’s side so I wouldn’t pass out as I cheered my little man on.  He had so much fun and I’m glad that I didn’t let my sickness keep me home.  Seeing him get his very fist medal was thrilling!

After 10 days of sickness I was beginning to feel better.  My last day of feeling icky was this Saturday, January 26th, my 31st birthday.  We didn’t even do anything for my birthday.  My husband asked if I wanted him to make me a special meal or a birthday cake, but my stomach was still sensitive and just having a cup of soup was about all my stomach could stand.  Unfortunately my middle daughter began to get sick with this virus on my birthday also.  Her temperature was high like my sons, 103• or more, and she was miserable.

Now before I go any further I need to explain where I was at emotionally at this stage.  At this stage, about four weeks of sickness and pain had hit our home.  I was feeling a little annoyed but all in all had kept a good attitude.  To be honest, ever since we’ve had three kids sickness has been plentiful in our home each flu/cold season.  The first couple of years it really bothered me, in fact I thought I was on the brink of insanity.  I swore that if one more sickness hit our family I may snap and have to be committed to a mental institution.  I hated being sick all of the time and most of all I hated seeing my family sick all of the time.  I would be cooped up in my home all winter and began to get cabin fever.

However, the last few years I’ve grown accustomed to what winter brings to our home.  If we aren’t sick I am thoroughly surprised and feel extremely blessed.  When we are sick I’ve learned to just laugh at it and say “Que sera, sera!”.  Now I’d be lying if I didn’t say I don’t get a little annoyed that we are so frequently sick, but I’m use to it by now and have learned to roll with it.  So this is where I was at emotionally the day of my birthday.  Annoyed that we had a really nasty virus going through our home and that I’ve been out of my house only a handful of times in the past month, most of those trips were to the clinic for sickness, but trusting in God to get us through this and standing in hope that spring is just around the corner.

The morning of my birthday, this past Saturday, my husband and I decided that maybe since we weren’t doing anything for my birthday that we would take advantage of the lack of activities and try out a dog that we had been talking about getting from some friends of ours.  It’s a purebred registered golden retriever and our friends were going to give Lilly to us completely free because they just wanted more room for her to run around than their small yard offers.

We were just going to try her out for a week at first because we weren’t sure how Lilly and our cats would get along and my son had been bitten by our old dog shortly before turning three.  This was very traumatic for him because the bite was on his cheek and required an emergency room visit and stitches.  He’s been terrified of dogs ever since.  Lately though he’d been asking for a dog and has been starting to pet dogs again when at my parents or friends houses so when our friends brought up that they’d like a new home for Lilly we thought it was an excellent opportunity.  After all golden retrievers are the number one family dog, known for how well they get along with kids.  It was perfect!

My husband picked Lilly up and she seemed to really be enjoying herself.  Better yet our kids loved her, even our son, who put his new wrestling medal on her for the day!  At 8 p.m. that night things took a turn for the worse and I was about to reach my breaking point…

My husband was in the kitchen with our youngest daughter, Elizabeth and the dog, Lilly, and I was on the couch with Miranda, my daughter who had gotten sick that day, when I heard a growl/bark sound followed by Elizabeth’s screams/cries and my husband yelling for me to come to the kitchen.  He was getting Lilly into our entryway and I scooped up my baby and immediately knew when I saw her arm that she would need stitches.

I really don’t want to go into all the details of what happened from there, it’s still too difficult, but let’s just say that the trip to the emergency room confirmed that she would need six stitches to the 5 cm laceration on her right forearm.  The doctor said he’s never seen a dog bit like it and even the nurse had a hard time looking at it, she had to keep looking away.

Okay, so here I sit, now crying, as I type this because my emotions are stirring up inside of me from the memories of that night and how horrified and upset I was after this occurred.

I’m not even sure where to begin with all the questions and thoughts that ran through my head that night as I laid in bed.  There were so many of them that I didn’t fall asleep until after 3 a.m.  I tried to fall asleep, but my baby girls painful cries coming from her sleeping form laying in bed beside me and the memory of what her wound looked like as I had scooped her up after the initial attack, her cries, the fear in her eyes, the blood soaked wash cloth, the now stitched and swollen arm…so many awful images kept coming into my mind that wouldn’t allow sleep to rescue me from the anger and pain I was feeling.

Now it’s time for my transparency and I hope that through sharing my feelings and sharing this story, as I believe God wants me to, that it will hopefully help someone else who may be feeling like I was that night, and admittedly a few days after.

I was mad, I was mad at myself for bringing a dog into our home again, after we had already had one child get severely bit by a dog.  I felt like I should have known better and shouldn’t have taken this risk again.  I felt guilty and like a bad mom that I hadn’t protected my baby.  I knew this could happen, I’d already watched my son suffer through this, I should have known better than to bring another dog into my home.  But who thinks this would happen twice?  I don’t know the statistical information but it seems like just one child in a family being severely bitten by a dog is rare let alone two.  How is it possible that we had two kids attacked by dogs?  What kind of horrible luck do we have that this had to happen to two of our kids?  And why?  What is the cosmic purpose in my kids being so badly bitten by dogs?  I grew up with dogs in my home and loved them and was never bit. How did it happen that two of my kids have been bitten by usually very gentle dogs?

Admittedly I was mad at God too and I cried out in anger to him saying, “Why? Why on top of all the sickness going through my home right now did this have to happen?  If anyone had to be bit couldn’t it have been me or my husband?  Why did one of my baby’s have to suffer again?  What have I done to deserve the constant sickness and pain that my family is attacked with every winter?”  The questions were endless and I felt like God had dealt me a bad hand.

My dad and mom came to our home the next day, Sunday, to see Elizabeth and see how she was doing.  When my mom asked how I was doing I couldn’t lie.  I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said, “I’m done.  I’ve had it and I’m mad.  Why did this happen?  I was doing okay with all the sickness but this is too much.”

Her answer was simple and typical, “It’s just part of life.  These things happen.”

In my anger and through my tears I said, “But he’s God, why couldn’t he have stopped this from happening?  He could have made it so that Lilly didn’t bite her.  Why didn’t he?  Why can’t he be a little more God like some times and prevent these type of things from happening?”

When my sister asked the next day how we were doing I voiced the same thing.  I just wasn’t in the mood to put on a “Everything’s good here and I’m dealing with this just the way a perfect christian should” show.  My sister who has gone through two miscarriages knew how I felt, she’s asked God similar questions in the past.  She just told me to stay in God’s word and that things will get better.

And I know this, and told her so.  In fact Saturday night, after we were home from the ER (and many other times since), as I was angry with myself and God I was reading my bible, because I know that it’s the only place to go for hope.  Every time I would see Elizabeth’s nasty wound in my mind or every time I asked God why, I turned on my Bible app and read scripture after scripture.  The great part is that God didn’t give me blank words that spoke nothing to me and he didn’t condemn me for my anger with him.

He gave me scriptures where Moses cried out to God asking the very questions I was (Numbers 11:11 Message Bible)  “Why are you treating me this way?  What did I ever do to you to deserve this?” I think he did this to show me that it’s okay to be angry and it’s okay to ask questions and in answer to my angered, painful questions he answered with…

Romans 8:26-28 (Message Bible) “Meanwhile, the moment we get tired…God’s spirit is right alongside helping us along.  If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter.  He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.  He knows us far better than we knows ourselves…and keeps us present before God.  That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.”

I had reached the point of tiredness with all that was going on with my family, the dog bite was the final straw and I honestly didn’t even know how to pray because I was just so angry and sad.  I kept feeling guilty that I was angry because after all there are so many people out there suffering far worse things.  Like a dear family member who’s currently fighting off cancer or my cousin who has a very sick little boy.  Since his birth it’s been one hospital visit after another not always knowing if he’ll make it through.  Yet here I am complaining about minor sicknesses and a dog bite that will only leave a little scar on my daughter’s arm.  But God knew that I was down and out and Jesus made sense of my sighs and groans and prayed to God for me.  And even though I can’t currently see any good in my daughter being bit, he will work this into something good.

Admittedly I am still struggling a bit, after all it’s only been a few days, but I am going to God’s word and I know he’ll get us through this and that my only hope is in him.  Every time I feel sad or discouraged I am trying to find something to be thankful for.  I can be thankful that the bite isn’t worse than it is and that once her pain abides she will still have full use of her arm.  I can be thankful that this sickness has caused me to slow down and I’ve relished in lots of extra snuggle time with my kiddos.  Every time I am starting to get down I remember that “A cheerful disposition is good for your health; gloom and doom leave you bone tired.” (Proverbs 17:22 Message Bible)  This verse is so true!  For every time I give into the anger or sadness I feel exhausted and worn, but when I think on the good things, that are more than plentiful around me, my spirit is lifted and I feel like I can conquer anything.

Romans 8:31-36 (Message Bible)  So, what do you think?  With God on our side…how can we lose?  If God didn’t hesitate to put everything on the line for us…by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn’t gladly and freely do for us?  Do you think anyone (or thing) is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us?  There is no way!  No trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger… 37 (NIV) No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Christ who loves us!

Jesus didn’t promise us that our lives would be blissfully happy and that we would never have any hard times but in John 16:33 (Message Bible) he says, “I’ve told you all this so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and assured, deeply at peace.  In this world you will continue to experience difficulties.  But take heart!  I’ve conquered the world.”

Like I said, I am still struggling a bit, but God continues to show me that he is God and that through this sickness and pain he continues to be God and that he’s here with me giving me strength to be the mommy, wife and woman that I need to be for my family.  Yes, it stinks that we’re sick and that my daughter was bitten, but this too shall pass and all in all, life is good.  Dare I say exquisite?  Yes, I dare, because I have God, and in and through him all things are made good, or EXQUISITE!

Through tears I wrote this post but I end it with a smile knowing that Christ has my back.  That fact and that my littlest one, the one with the injured arm, is sitting next to me eating a banana muffin and happily singing, ironically “Jesus Loves Me”, is something to smile about.  She seems to be doing just fine and what’s there to be troubled about in that?  After all not all of this month was doom and gloom, we did have fun at the Monster Jam and Pierce’s wrestling match and we had a great celebration of Elizabeth’s 3rd birthday!

To our friends, the owners of Lilly, if you are reading this I want to say again, do not feel bad.  There’s nothing that could have been done differently after all Lilly’s never done this before, so how would you have known.  We hold no ill feelings to you at all and I hope you know we love you guys.

I also want to thank all my friends and family who have been praying us through all the pain and sickness that’s gone through our home.  Your prayers and thoughts are much appreciated.

And lastly, thank you, God, for you unending provisions, your unfailing love and the peace, strength and joy that you provide new each and every day.

I feel like I’m giving an acceptance speech for an award or something, haha.  I’ll end it on this…

I didn’t write this post for sympathy so please don’t feel like you have to feel bad for me or my family.  Like I said, I’m not sure why, but I felt God wanted me to share this here on my blog.  Perhaps there is someone out there who is struggling through sickness and pain who needs to know they aren’t alone.  Sometimes it’s just nice to hear there is someone else going through the same thing.  Whoever you are I pray God’s peace upon you.  May he wrap you in his loving arms and give you the strength you need to get through this.  May you find moments of joy to inspire hope in your heart.  God bless you with health and happiness.

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Wow, I am super sorry it’s been such a low post month.  Okay it’s been practically a no post month but in my defense, it has been crazy around here with sicknesses and injuries that I just haven’t had the time, energy or even felt emotionally or physically up to putting on clothes let alone blogging.  Unfortunately we have a nasty virus in the midst of our home still, my middle daughter is the current sick family member, but I am feeling well enough to wear something besides yoga pants or pj’s so let’s hear it for a new outfit post!!!

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(Entire outfit & Jewelry courtesy of Old Navy-Eau Claire)

I got this ensemble from the Eau Claire Old Navy during Christmas vacation before my back went out on me and though I have worn it one other time, in the last month to a Monster Truck Jam with my family, it was yesterday that I felt good enough to actually get pictures of it.

Well actually I tried to get pictures of it but my back was still slightly sensitive and my stance in all the photos resembled that of an old lady’s.   You know something like this…

However embarrassing it may be to do so I will confess that I was even hobbling around with a cane just like this for about a week.  Only I didn’t have the cane in the first set of pictures of this outfit.  I swear!  Or did I…you’ll never know, haha!

It feels great to be wearing clothes and makeup and having my hair in some other fashion than a very messy bun.  And it wasn’t the cute messy bun either.  As fun as pajama days are, after a month of them, I am happily singing in my Oliver Twist voice…

Clothes! Glorious Clothes!  

Even Little Miss got in on the action in her little Old Navy dress and jeggings!

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(Click on image above to link you to Polyvore to find out where you can find all these items!)

 

You all know my love for heels and how I rarely where anything but heels.  Yes, it’s true some flats have taken company along side all my heeled shoes on my closet shelves but between you and me (Shh, don’t tell my flats, wouldn’t want to hurt their feelings.) I love the height my heels give my miniature 5’2″ frame so much more! 

When I saw this outfit on Pinterest I repinned it faster than you can say “LOVE IT!”, which is what I said when I saw this shirt!  It’s been sitting on my “My Style” board for a while now and since my back is still not at a stage where pants without an elastic waste sound less than comfortable, I thought I’d have this post be more a “What I Wish I Wore” post.

Just incase you’re a “High Heels High Hopes” kind of girl, like I am, and want to know where you can get everything in this outfit I searched the web and recreated this outfit as closely as possible on Polyvore.  Unfortunately I couldn’t find the shirt anywhere but at a site where you would have to pay to have it made and it’s more than I would spend on it but maybe one of you will get it and I can live vicariously through you!

Now go strut your high heels and have high hopes, Ladies!

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I know, I know, I know…I’ve been gone for way too long.  I told you all I’d be back last Wednesday before I took a little break for Christmas and here it is the following Monday and I’m finally posting.  I posted on Facebook that the reason for my prolonged absence is because my back went out on me last Monday, but I know not all of you follow me on Facebook so I apologize to those of you who’ve been wondering where some new posts are.

Christmas break was super nice and really laid back.  Really laid back.  So much so that I have no outfit posts in my arsenal at the moment.  I spent all of Christmas vacation in pajamas when at home and my comfy clothes when at family and friends.  As much as I love getting dressed up and ready each day it was kind of nice to have 11 days of laziness.  In my defense I did still do my hair and makeup when I was going out or had people over, so I wasn’t completely lazy.

Christmas festivities were spectacular.  I always love my kids excitement when they come down the stairs Christmas morning and see our beautifully lit tree surrounded by presents.

The awe and excitement on their faces is priceless!  They loved every gift they received and settled down for some play time as soon as the gifts were all opened…

One gift we wont be enjoying until the 19th of this month when we go to a Monster Jam Rally In Minneapolis, MN!!!  We’re super excited, especially my son because his favorite truck, Grave Digger, will be there!

Yes, Christmas break was exquisite and a much needed week of rest and relaxation, which could be confused with laziness:-)

Unfortunately, as I mentioned my back went out on on New Years Eve and I’ve spent the last week laying in bed with my youngest daughter as my snuggle buddy and nurse.  It was getting a bit better and I’d hoped that I’d be able to get at least one outfit post for you but it got worse again Sat. night because, admittedly, I tried to get too much done on Saturday.  So I’m back  on ice and in bed hoping my back is better very soon because I have my youngest daughter’s birthday party on Saturday.

Yes, it’s true my baby has a party coming up!  She actually turned 3 yesterday and we celebrated it in a small simple way with just the six of us at home watching her open her gifts and blow out her candles and snuggling on the couch watching Frosty The Snowman a couple of times.  It’s her favorite movie right now and since it was her birthday she called the shots all day!

With a relaxing Christmas and a lot of time lying around because of my back I found myself liking the feeling of not being pressured to blog.  Not having to worry about, “Oh my gosh I have to get pictures today because I don’t have an outfit for Tuesday’s WIW post” or “I need to find a recipe or fun thing to blog about.”  I discovered that I spend so much time worrying about if I have something to blog about on Life Exquisite that I’ve let some of life’s exquisite moments pass me by or haven’t enjoyed them to their full exquisiteness.

A while back I wrote a post about Priorities and how I so often let things that I think are a priority take precedence over things that should be my priorities.  Christmas break taught me that my blog has become one of those things that has taken priority over things that it shouldn’t.  There are times when my daughter wants me to play a game and I tell her, “In a few minutes.  Mommy needs to finish this blog post.”  Those few minutes can be anywhere from 3 to 63 minutes or , sadly maybe even more.  I could have enjoyed some really special moments with her.  After all she’s three now.  I only have her at home with me for a couple more years.  I have to enjoy this while it lasts.

I keep saying I’ll be able to do more when things slow down, once Christmas is over, or once Elizabeth’s party is over, but the truth is life doesn’t really slow down.  Christmas may be over but something else always take its place.  For instance my son starts wrestling tonight, which adds to our already busy schedule and my days are going to be really busy working on a quilt I started during Christmas vacation for my three-year-olds bedroom.  Here’s a little sneak peek…

(While laying on my back I’ve been working on appliqueing this branch on.  It’s a lot slower going when laying down then when I can sit to work on it.  Eventually it will look something like this.)

Now, don’t worry, I’m not leaving the blogging world.  Because Life Exquisite is one of my “me times”.  It’s something I enjoy doing and I’ve put so many things on the back burner for “some day” and I don’t want to do that with my blog.  However, it’s just not going to be quite like I want it to be.  I loved the type of stories I wrote in the beginning and honestly I’d love to do more outfit posts, but I’m not going to stress myself out trying to make sure I have at least three blog posts every week.  I will still keep up, as much as possible but if I haven’t had a chance to take pictures or just don’t find a time to blog without taking time away from my family when they need me, I’m not going to stress about it.  You might see a few more Polyvore posts or you might just have a outfitless Tuesday or Thursday.   I’m going to try to be better about posting Exquisite Moments Of The Day on LE’s Facebook page.  Try…that means it wont happen every day but I’ll do my best to live up to the caption in my blogs header “Capturing life one exquisite moment at a time!” more regularly.  But I know that if I’m truly going to capture life’s exquisite moments that I need to be less worried about blogging about them and really capture them in my heart and store them away for memories.

I often find myself comparing myself to these homeschooling moms who, not only homeschool their 4 kids, but also have time to sew up tons of cute things for their Etsy shops and can still blog pretty much everyday.  I get disappointed in myself that I can’t seem to be as awesome as they are but when I mentioned this to a friend she said, “You know they aren’t doing everything you do either.  They might do school and make Etsy things, but maybe they aren’t playing games, reading books or  other things with their kids, that you do.  Maybe their house isn’t as clean as yours.”  My friend made me feel so much better by helping me to see that we’re all given 24 hours a day and we can only fit so much into each day.  People have different priorities.  For some people it’s creating things and blogging every day.  For me it’s spending time with my family in the most exquisite way possible.

It may be that the most exquisite thing of the day is snuggling up on the couch and reading a book  with my kids in between folding loads of laundry or crashing in bed in exhaustion but enjoying an episode of Elementary with my husband.  Sure it doesn’t sound like much but that’s still time with my family and even those little moments can be pretty exquisite.

With that I have to leave you because my sweet baby girl is just waking up and I can’t believe she’s slept this late as it is!

**Please excuse any typos I didn’t have time to spell check or proofread.

 

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