Invisible Posts

I can't believe that no one is commenting. I can't believe only one person has made a peep. Of the thousands of posts I have written. . . . I write day and night, over and over, day after day about EVERYTHING going on around me and NO COMMENTS!

Hmmmmph. I see how you are. I pour out my heart about my kids, about how hormones will leave my children thankful they are alive, about how I am a crazy homeschool mom who HATES to provide my kids with paint but feel it is a sacrifice for the team. I download pictures. I pour out my heart and not a comment.

OH WAIT. Where are they? Invisible? Hmmmph!

I guess all those posts are still in my head. Or WERE in my head! Somewhere between thinking those amazing posts and putting out the 37 fires that occurred between my computer and those thoughts I completely lost the amazing words and somehow ended up back in the archives of The Pioneer Woman's website.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry that if ANYONE out there has stumbled upon this pathetic blog that I have not given more fodder to slush around in. Life IS happening and I surely will update you more often as soon as I find the program that types out my entries as I think them even while getting the Thanksgiving turkey in a pan and fixing lunch while wiping paint off of the school desk that I forgot to cover with a plastic table cloth as I change the washing machine to the wash cycle from the soak cycle for yet another load of pee saturated bedding and answer my 5 yr old's questions of "Moooooommmyyyyy!!!! I want to do schoooooooll NNNNOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!! When are we going to do more school?????

Until then, rest assured that I actually HAVE a blog and a pretty interesting life and when I can figure out how to get the two in synch better you too will have a few laughs with me.

I am giggling because the last sentence I actually typed "you two" which might actually be correct!

Until I type again, imagine what my invisible posts say.

Happy Thanksgiving.

My Favorite Day of the Week

Monday is my favorite day of the week.

Monday is recovery day!

I am a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom who is also the farm wife of a bi-vocational church planter who has a congregation of 13 adults plus their children. (Anyone else dizzy from that sentence?) I have three children, ages five, three and one. Our congregation rents, thus my family must show up early on Sundays, clean the areas we use, distributes the hymnals, set up, and greet people. I then sit with my children and use every bit of energy to maintain as much quiet, "control" and stillness as I can muster. I rarely hear anything the pastor (my husband) says and sometimes am grateful when I am able to sing two full verses of one song in a morning worship service. After we get home from church on Sundays I fix lunch (often pre-made pizza) and get the kids through the rest of the day as my husband sleeps since his PAYING job is a night job 75 miles away. Sunday is NOT my favorite day!

Tuesday through Fridays are school days - bread from scratch baking days, home school field trip days and library days, and when my husband works extra hours at his job, I am the chief farmer.

Saturday is a dedicated "mommy work day" as this is the day I catch up on the chores I need to get done with no school to distract me and is the day I plan my next week of school.

Monday is recovery day!

Monday is my day where I joyfully GET to sit down with a delighted five year old and work on math, reading and writing. Monday is the day where I pull out the easy meals (most of our meals are from scratch or from our farm's produce void of disposable packaging and the convenience which often comes with it). Monday is the day where I pop in a mama-approved movie and pop popcorn, often just sitting beside the kids soaking it in myself. Monday is the day when they take longer naps and rest periods because even they will admit they are tired from the craziness of Sunday. Monday is the day they go to bed early and I can soak in a tub or go to bed early or my favorite yet: continue to read The Pioneer Woman's archives backwards as her High Heels to Tractor Wheels Love Story I stumbled across a few weeks back has not only inspired a revitalization of my own marriage but helped me realize I am not as weird as those who know me think I am! :D (A link to here website is here: www.thepioneerwoman.com)

Monday is bliss! Monday, I recoup and find the energy to keep up the energy-zapping lifestyle that I wouldn't trade for all the world! Monday is my favorite day of the week.

To Blog or Not to Blog, THAT is my question.

I have been debating whether to start my own blog for quite some time now. I have asked opinions. I have typed out miscellaneous thoughts and reflections. I sometimes wish I just had a journal area to type everything about everything but yet don't really want everything exposed to the greater world. I worry that my often negative and self centered view of my world would be disrespectful and embarassing to those closest to me. I then wonder, as a homeschooling mother of a 5, 3 and 1 year old who does the hobby farm chores when my dearest works a double if I even would have time to post anything. I also wonder if I start this endeavor if it might take away from other things I REALLY, REALLY should be doing instead (like sorting clothing in dressers and removing clothing that is two sizes too small for my boys). Of course then I sit back and puruse OTHER blogs and realize an English Major I WAS NOT! What if I can keep things interesting, respectful, mostly positive and limitedly embarassing to those who know me yet mortify myself with my less than perfect writing.

Yet here I am posting my first blog. I guess I have signed on....... for now.

Now on to figure out what I want you all to know about my world as well as how on earth I work this blog page. It's a bit more complicated than milking a goat, but not by much!