The Target Angel

Me and the monkeys (the monkeys and I) went to the new Whole Foods, Target, and Home Depot the other day. It’s about an hours drive away. First mistake: eat a good breakfast before going multi-store shopping with your kids. We hit Home Depot first then Target. Of course no one wanted to stay in the buggy. An owl neck would have come in handy. That way I wouldn’t constantly be turning in circles to see where the other one went thinking in that split second I’ve lost one. I know how it feels to get lost. I lost my mom in TJ&Y once. Not fun.

So, by the time I was done I had more stuff than I meant to get. Who doesn’t when they go to Target? I must have looked very stressed by the time I got to checkout. The woman asked how I was doing today. Normal. Then she asked me how I felt. No so normal. I told her I had a bit of a headache, that I hadn’t eaten yet and was tired. Then she asked if I took vitamins. Then told me to eat plenty of green vegetables and drink a lot of water. She asked if I slept. She asked what was bothering me. Well, I thought. I was honest. Finances, marriage, kids, life. She told me to give it to the Lord. Just give it to the Lord. She asked if my husband had a job. Yes, I said. Do you have a roof over your head?  Yes, I said. Everyone healthy? Yes, I said.  She said, Give it to the Lord. You’ll be ok. Read Psalm 23.

I was almost in tears by the time I walked off. You never know when you are going run into a person who is kind and caring beyond belief to a perfect stranger. She only told me a bit about herself- that her second job was causing her so much stress. That she couldn’t sleep.

I said a prayer as soon as I left for her. You never know where or when God is going to speak to you.


Back to Schedule, Continue Infinite Chaos

During the summer the kids get up super early. During the school the kids get up super early. I can only keep in mind it’s only 10 years to teenage years when they will be sleeping until noon. NOON. Yippeee!!! My stress level has been through the roof these past 3 weeks. My stress level was through the roof during the summer too. So, obviously I need to make some changes.

#1  take better care of myself-which means stop stress eating, start exercising daily -even if it’s a couple of sit ups or run around the house with kids

#2  do a meal plan weekly–this will reduce evening ‘what the hell are we going to have for supper?’ stress

#3  one day during the week get out of the house-BESIDES THE GROCERY STORE!!!!!

#4  try to plan home school for the week-this is unchartered territory

Enough of that. I could go on, and on, and on.

My husband has been working 6 days a week for a while now. He leaves before it’s light and gets home at 7. It has been exhausting on all of us. The kids miss their daddy. I miss him. I think. And having little help around the house is really getting to me. I am not exactly Hilda Homemaker or whatever her name is. There are constantly dirty clothes in the hamper and clean clothes thrown wherever. The teen is constantly annoyed at the messes and stays in her room most of the time. The kids are like 2 mini tornadoes wreaking havoc on every room in the house. The boy knocks things down, tears things up, takes things apart. Meanwhile, I am spinning in circles trying to figure out what to do next.

Now, my writing time is up. I have to go do housework. Tomorrow however, I plan to paint a piece of furniture. That always makes me feel better. TTFN.


She made sweet tea as thick as syrup.  Biscuits like no other I’ve ever had. There was always an egg custard pie in the fridge.  The fridge outside was always full of ice-cold bottled sodas from the coke man. She hugged the life out of you. Literally. She would hug me so hard I couldn’t breathe during those 60 seconds. She talked a lot. She was a bit of a hoarder. She loved her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren to pieces. She was always so glad to see you and sad when you left.

It has been just over a year since my Grandmother passed away. She was 91. By far she was the most influential grandparent I’ve had. We lived way out in the country and they lived a short distance from us. My dad was a farmer so more often than not I would be at NaNa’s and Granpop’s piddling and playing. She let me get into every nook and cranny in that house. All the drawers, all the closets. I played with games that were my dad’s when he was little. Old horseshoes, pick-up sticks. I watched her cook and bake. She let me help make the meringue topping for the lemon meringue pie, make my own cookie recipe, taught me how to make her infamous strawberry shortcake. The talents of this woman were passed down to all her children. A lot of creativity thrives on this side of the family.

NaNa was a strong, stubborn, fussy and mean at times, but all together a sweet, loving woman. She was super crafty as were a lot of women in her day. Very talented. She crocheted, sewed, quilted, decorated cakes, and worked in the yard. This woman was ALWAYS in the yard. Not gardening vegetables, mind you. Flower and plants. Weeding and Pruning. Landscaping and un-landscaping. Planting and digging up. Whenever we came to visit she was in the yard in longs pants, a long sleeve button up shirt, gloves, tattered slip-on shoes and a worn straw hat. She always showed me her flowers and what she had done in the yard lately. Then shooed me in out of the heat to get a drink for myself.

She WAS the only grandparent that would get on the floor and play with my kids. Always, even at 90. She always wanted me to leave the babies with her. It surprises me she only had 4 children she loved babies so much. I miss this woman terribly. Toward the end most of the time she didn’t know who I was. This was very, very difficult. I think of her daily. And I hope my children will always remember her. I have so many memories of her to share with them.



Time after Time

I am horrible at time management. I need help. Seriously. I feel like I can never get anything done. I don’t know if it’s the a.d.d. or the overwhelming responsibilities of being a mom of 3 + hubby. I have tried making daily chore lists but I never stick to them. Something always gets in the way– like mainly my brain. The monotony of housework. The monotony of motherhood.  This is just one of those ‘band head here’ days!!!