January Blues

January is almost through, thank goodness! I have been trying to extricate myself from the seasonal fog that usually envelops me this time of year. I have to keep reminding myself that this is normal, and it will not last forever. We’ve had a very cold winter this year. Our house does not hold heat very well, so I’ve been continually wrapped up in warm things. This usually means pajamas, and so… I end up not wanting to do much except curl up on the couch and lose myself in a book.
Several times now, I’ve come across the quote by Robert Frost, “The only way around is through.” And I can’t help but think that it’s a message. So when I feel crazy and out of control, I just remember to breathe and put one foot in front of the other.
And so, though this post is small and trite, I just wanted to encourage you and myself- that if you too are experiencing a bout of seasonal affective disorder, remember that the sun will come out again. The fog will lift. Warmth will come creeping back into your veins. And in no time at all, we’ll be here, complaining about the heat. 🙂


A Mouse Story

I promised my sister I would tell this story. I had forgotten about it completely, until I uploaded a bunch of pictures from my phone to Flickr, and discovered it there. Then I promptly forgot about it again until Hannah texted me and said, “I just saw the mouse story on your Flickr page, WTH happened?? Eeeewwww!!!”

A Mouse Story

This is the picture.

This is the story:

So from time to time in our home, we will get a few furry visitors. Regardless of how cute they are, we cannot let them stay because, well, hantavirus. Most often they show up in our kitchen. But occasionally they show up in our bedroom. What you see in that picture is a mere two feet from where I lay my head at night. We had started by setting one mouse trap that consistently did not go off when the culprit would eat the bait. Then we set another one, and yet another one. One night, as I was soundly sleeping (it wouldn’t be nearly as dramatic if I was awake!) I woke up to the sound of several snaps and then scuffling. Yes, I heard the scuffling after the snaps. I laid there for a while, trying to think through the sleepy-headed fog. Then I tapped Kevin, my husband.

“Honey, did you hear that?”
“The mouse trap went off, but it sounds like it’s still moving.”
“It’s fine babe.”

I listened. Scuffle, scuffle.

“I can still hear it. It’s moving. I’m turning on the light.”

So I turned on the light, and lo and behold, what I saw is what I snapped a picture of. I do not remember taking the picture though. At this point, the poor injured thing made another attempt to escape, and I’m pretty sure I uttered a strangled scream. So Kevin got up and retrieved a dustpan to dispose of the thing before it went off to die somewhere in our walls and haunt us forever with noxious odors.
I’m not sure if I was just delusional at this point, but I swear it tried to jump up the dustpan when Kevin scooped it up, eliciting another yelp from me.

Strangely,we haven’t had any visitors since this one, not that I’m complaining.

Goals for the New Year

Here it is, the middle of January and I’m just now writing out my goals for the new year! This holiday season was a really good one, but left me in a bit of a tailspin. I usually have a spot of depression after Christmas is over (who doesn’t) but this time, I just ended up feeling numb for several weeks. Being thrown right back into our busy daily schedule and commitments left me no time to sit down and center myself- which is where I assume the numb feeling came from. Probably my mind’s way of protecting me from freaking out about not being focused and lacking direction. So… here we are. I finally had a free morning, so I decided to be smart and sit down and write out my goals and thoughts and ideas for the year.

A quick look back at last year’s goals revealed that they were a lot simpler than I had thought. But I’m satisfied, for the most part, with my progress last year. The funny thing to me is that this year’s goals aren’t that much different than last years. (Hey, apparently I’m consistent, who knew?!) They’re a little bit more defined though. I hope that ends up being a good thing instead of an obstacle.

So without further explanation, disclaimers, whatever, so on and so forth:

Goal number 1:
Be more PRESENT with my kids.
-Don’t brush them off as often, pay attention to what they’re saying and doing- participate with them.
-Validate and support them.
-Spend time talking with them.
-Play with them every day.
-Encourage them every day.
-Pray with them, talk about God with them.

Goal number 2:
Keep growing in my relationship with my husband, Kevin.
-Laugh together.
-Support him in the little things (too.)
-Apologize quicker.
-Personal ones that I will not mention on here… oops too late! LOL.

Goal number 3:
Eat Healthy. (Always a goal.)
-Eat more whole foods.
-Diversify my meal planning.
-Try new things.
-Drink more water.
-Eat more fruit.

Goal number 4:
In Regards to Fitness:
-Keep working out 5 days a week.
-Flatter abs, skinnier thighs, and a tighter butt by the end of the year.
-Build better sleep habits.

Goal number 5:
Do more art.
–Make a complete stoneware set this year.
–Portraits of all the kids.
-Keep my Etsy shop maintained and stocked.
-Take more photos.

Goal number 6:
In regards to Spiritual Life:
-Stop apologizing for and hiding who/what I am. Be what I am, a Christian.
-Pray without ceasing.
-Carve out a daily quiet time for myself and read my Bible daily.

Goal number 7:
In regards to writing:
-Write more on the blog.
-Write more on paper.