. This week is First Communion for my middle daughter. So we're getting ready for Saturday. It's also the day my son takes the S.A.T. and my oldest daughter takes her high school placement test and our middle daughter has softball and the grandparents are in town so it's a full dance card.
This past week was full of heaping dollops of joy and irritants that reminded me that even with everything breaking my way, I can still find ways to fall from grace; so a peaceful, kind, gentle smooth life isn't circumstance, it's attitude. My daughter asked if she could go to reconciliation to be in the proper state for Saturday and moved by her piety and pure heart, I will join her on that journey tonight.
This past week I:
1) took my oldest daughter shopping for a confirmation dress and we found one!
2) Went on a date with my second oldest daughter to a National's game on Sunday.
3) Finished the discipline part of the Total Consecration to Jesus through Mary.
4) Let my oldest drive the van for practice. I hate homework.
5) Started a new exercise routine with my 8 speaking children as the enforcers. I said it would take an army to get me exercising again and so I've just drafted one to boot camp me into shape. They're pleased with this new delegated power.
6) Wrote, edited, wrote, edited, still working on a lot of stuff.
7) Cleaned out the cubbies and found 8 scissors and five roles of tape. Put them in a bin. Put a lid on the bin. Ten minutes after I left the room; an art project ensued. There are now three pairs and one roll of tape.
Have a success? Have a story? Go to Family and Faith Live and leave your link, share your success! Manufactured triumph over minutia so sometimes the only way to cope with all of it. Being able to embrace that joyful minutia of victory even when things are imploding or not, that's grace!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
A Brother's Wisdom
This past year, my brother Danny lost thirty pounds through (yes) diet and exercise, but also recognizing that anything done in isolation ultimately fails. We are not islands. When I remove myself from my family to write, I get writer's block almost instantaneously. I need the interruptions to fight against in order to think.
Likewise, my brother figured out that alone, he could not do this; so he volunteered to raise money for his high school's scholarship fund via pledges based on how much weight he lost and earned the school over 800 dollars in the process. Talking to him yesterday, I asked for tips for those of us who like myself, have fallen off the weight band wagon and need to climb back on. So without further adieu:
10) Set a goal. You know this. I know this. Make it public. (That's the hard part). Post it. Proclaim it. Write it down and make sure everyone you know that loves you and can stop that Boston Creme donut from even being bought, knows.
9) Tie your goal with something bigger than becoming smaller. My brother did a scholarship, now he's working on running a marathon to raise funds for an Alzheimers cure. I have a friend that does the 60 mile Susan Koemen walk. Another family I know does the walk for MS, and my other brother does the March for Dimes every year. My sister is in the March for Dimes this year too. (So I'm the black sheep right now). It helps with 1) remembering the goal 2) having a finish date and 3) bringing you another reward for hanging in there and 4) makes it communal.
8) Communal work outs work best. In tip 9, you saw that this was a family affair for some. By joining a group that runs, it kept Danny at it when he didn't want to. Having a friend say, "Hey, join me at the gym?" helps, or a walking buddy and I don't mean the kids trapped and strapped in the stroller. My sister does stroller moms and having all those other ladies around to keep you going, and the smiling faces to get you started, man that helps.
7) Don't sabotage yourself. Shop for snacks before you start, make them all 100 cal shots and have them salty and sweet and in the closet for when you parallel eat. (I have to have this because the kids always want a snack in the afternoon and it's hard to watch others eating). Having a lean cuisine pizza when everyone else is having pizza hut will make it less miserable to be on said diet.
6) Prayer. You knew I was going to say it, but ifyou are going to be fasting, you ought to reap the benefits of the double bonus. Running for my brother is a good stress releaser, it allows him to unpack the day of teaching and to pray.
5) Don't sabotage yourself by putting it off. We're moms. We make lists and thus things get done. On the days we don't make lists, what happens? For me at least, not nearly as much and man is it stressful. Put exercise on the list. Put the time and treat it like an orthodontist appointment that will cost you 50$ if you miss it. (Why that example? Guess what happens today!)
Bonus Hint: do early rather than later because we all know later means not ever.
4) Don't sabotage yourself by being boring. Exercise is not easy so it darn well better be something we don't loathe. Don't jog if you hate running. Dance, wii yoga, swim or hit the gym but do something that you won't have to force yourself to endure (I don't spin or run....ever).
Doing a dutiful exercise is rather like giving a kid a book to read and saying, "I loved this as a child." Are they going to read it? NO! So leave the book out there on top of their dresser with the casual, "I remember that book. It was kinda cool." and leave it at that, then go put on kickboxing and pretend you're batgirl or use your exercise as an excuse to get an ipod and load it with all the tunes your kids won't let you listen to on the radio. The kids will pick up those books if you don't act too interested in their reading them. They they'll say, "Hey Mom, Guess what? I read this cool book. Wait until after they glow about it before you mention you liked it then too." When I exercise, I want the same credit as the kid,s "Hey guys, I exercised." and I want them not to deflate me too quickly by pointing out how I could have done this sooner, better or more.
3) Food diary. It is annoying but true. If you write down what you eat, you'll eat less and the choices will be better. If you record every check and pulse and charge, you spend less and spend more wisely. Vigilance is the enemy of sloth and indifferent eating is a form of sloth towards long term health and daily maintenance.
2) Weigh yourself daily and record the number. It goes with the diary. You'll know when you've sabotaged yourself and why, you won't want to face that little stupid annoying square in your bathroom and you'll say, "I'll be extra good today so I can enjoy getting on that damn thing tomorrow." Won't happen. Remember writing that goal down? Post it in the bathroom near scale. The scale is your honest friend, even when you don't want to be.
1) Don't sabotage yourself by being unwilling to start today because you don't have everything in place. And Don't sabotage yourself tomorrow if you didn't do as well today. Despair of success, despair of failure, despair of not having the discipline needed, despair of all one has to do in a day, these are all enemies of any type of success, including in the arena of becoming more fit and healthy.
So I salute my younger brother's hard work and wise words and today, I'm putting said kiddos in the stroller, grabbing my old CD player and we're going for a walk. It will be only one mile in all probability, but it's a start.
My goal? 144 by the family Reunion July 10th. I'll keep you posted. Good luck everyone.
Likewise, my brother figured out that alone, he could not do this; so he volunteered to raise money for his high school's scholarship fund via pledges based on how much weight he lost and earned the school over 800 dollars in the process. Talking to him yesterday, I asked for tips for those of us who like myself, have fallen off the weight band wagon and need to climb back on. So without further adieu:
10) Set a goal. You know this. I know this. Make it public. (That's the hard part). Post it. Proclaim it. Write it down and make sure everyone you know that loves you and can stop that Boston Creme donut from even being bought, knows.
9) Tie your goal with something bigger than becoming smaller. My brother did a scholarship, now he's working on running a marathon to raise funds for an Alzheimers cure. I have a friend that does the 60 mile Susan Koemen walk. Another family I know does the walk for MS, and my other brother does the March for Dimes every year. My sister is in the March for Dimes this year too. (So I'm the black sheep right now). It helps with 1) remembering the goal 2) having a finish date and 3) bringing you another reward for hanging in there and 4) makes it communal.
8) Communal work outs work best. In tip 9, you saw that this was a family affair for some. By joining a group that runs, it kept Danny at it when he didn't want to. Having a friend say, "Hey, join me at the gym?" helps, or a walking buddy and I don't mean the kids trapped and strapped in the stroller. My sister does stroller moms and having all those other ladies around to keep you going, and the smiling faces to get you started, man that helps.
7) Don't sabotage yourself. Shop for snacks before you start, make them all 100 cal shots and have them salty and sweet and in the closet for when you parallel eat. (I have to have this because the kids always want a snack in the afternoon and it's hard to watch others eating). Having a lean cuisine pizza when everyone else is having pizza hut will make it less miserable to be on said diet.
6) Prayer. You knew I was going to say it, but ifyou are going to be fasting, you ought to reap the benefits of the double bonus. Running for my brother is a good stress releaser, it allows him to unpack the day of teaching and to pray.
5) Don't sabotage yourself by putting it off. We're moms. We make lists and thus things get done. On the days we don't make lists, what happens? For me at least, not nearly as much and man is it stressful. Put exercise on the list. Put the time and treat it like an orthodontist appointment that will cost you 50$ if you miss it. (Why that example? Guess what happens today!)
Bonus Hint: do early rather than later because we all know later means not ever.
4) Don't sabotage yourself by being boring. Exercise is not easy so it darn well better be something we don't loathe. Don't jog if you hate running. Dance, wii yoga, swim or hit the gym but do something that you won't have to force yourself to endure (I don't spin or run....ever).
Doing a dutiful exercise is rather like giving a kid a book to read and saying, "I loved this as a child." Are they going to read it? NO! So leave the book out there on top of their dresser with the casual, "I remember that book. It was kinda cool." and leave it at that, then go put on kickboxing and pretend you're batgirl or use your exercise as an excuse to get an ipod and load it with all the tunes your kids won't let you listen to on the radio. The kids will pick up those books if you don't act too interested in their reading them. They they'll say, "Hey Mom, Guess what? I read this cool book. Wait until after they glow about it before you mention you liked it then too." When I exercise, I want the same credit as the kid,s "Hey guys, I exercised." and I want them not to deflate me too quickly by pointing out how I could have done this sooner, better or more.
3) Food diary. It is annoying but true. If you write down what you eat, you'll eat less and the choices will be better. If you record every check and pulse and charge, you spend less and spend more wisely. Vigilance is the enemy of sloth and indifferent eating is a form of sloth towards long term health and daily maintenance.
2) Weigh yourself daily and record the number. It goes with the diary. You'll know when you've sabotaged yourself and why, you won't want to face that little stupid annoying square in your bathroom and you'll say, "I'll be extra good today so I can enjoy getting on that damn thing tomorrow." Won't happen. Remember writing that goal down? Post it in the bathroom near scale. The scale is your honest friend, even when you don't want to be.
1) Don't sabotage yourself by being unwilling to start today because you don't have everything in place. And Don't sabotage yourself tomorrow if you didn't do as well today. Despair of success, despair of failure, despair of not having the discipline needed, despair of all one has to do in a day, these are all enemies of any type of success, including in the arena of becoming more fit and healthy.
So I salute my younger brother's hard work and wise words and today, I'm putting said kiddos in the stroller, grabbing my old CD player and we're going for a walk. It will be only one mile in all probability, but it's a start.
My goal? 144 by the family Reunion July 10th. I'll keep you posted. Good luck everyone.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Dear Liza, Dear Liza
When did my life become one big round robin of "There's a Hole in My Bucket?"
We moved into our home two and a half years ago. One of the things we loved was the master bathroom. It's posh. It felt like part of a hotel suite with the large double sinks, deep tub, dusty cocoa brushed walls with gold trim and a leaf stencil design. What we especially appreciated was the watercloset with its own door. Sure it felt a bit claustrophobic, but it was miles ahead of our prior master bathroom of avocado green with black formica trim and a ill concieved large window to the outside just before the shower door. No shade. No drapes.
As I said, we loved the new master bath with the private bathroom until three months into our move. The bulb in the overhead fan burnt out. This was a problem because our new home was 1000 times swankier than our prior house. The fan seemed like a sealed unit, such that prying made us fearful we would break something.
We couldn't open the fan to change the bulb. For a month or so, we remained in the dark. Then, we tried those battery operated tap lights. They lasted a week. I tried leaving a flashlight in the room. One or two drops and the flashlight became a broken plastic hollow tube for storing batteries.
Humanity can get used to anything if harrassed or distracted enough. We learned to lock the outside door and leave a sliver of light. Weeks passed into months. Occasionally, we'd get out the step ladder and poke a bit at the fan, but to no avail. Eventually, we forgot about the idea of a working lightbulb in the bathroom. Years past.
Now there is a family friend, a jack of all trades that I asked if he could maybe come and do a few of the odd jobs around our house. I mentioned this one in particular. He dropped by while most of us were at mass on Sunday. My son let him in, but neglected to tell us he visited. So for four weeks, we did not know that he had opened the fan and taken out the bulb. When he finally asked if we had purchased new bulbs for him to put in, I backtracked to the son who simply said, "Oh yeah. The bulb was burnt out so I left it on a tray in the laundry room over the dryer."
Racing to the laundry room, there was the bulb. A bulb unlike any other light bulb I have ever seen. It was also broken and fearing a child getting cut, I threw it out.
Naturally when it came time to shop for the replacement, I couldn't remember "exactly" what type of bulb it was, just that it was long, had a square pin bottom and looked like two long fingers. My description did not endear me to the Home Depot sales rep. Despite having fifty thousand types of bulbs including the kind you plant in the ground, they didn't have mine.
There are errands that require you to set your teeth and run until you get it done. So despite the rain, despite leaving my kids in aftercare perilously close to the time when one must pick up, despite having to schelp to three different stores, I Scarlett O'hara vowed with God as my witness, not to go in the dark any longer. And I did fix it. We did get the bulb. It is now installed in our master bathroom.
But human nature is habitual.
I keep forgetting to flip the switch on.
We moved into our home two and a half years ago. One of the things we loved was the master bathroom. It's posh. It felt like part of a hotel suite with the large double sinks, deep tub, dusty cocoa brushed walls with gold trim and a leaf stencil design. What we especially appreciated was the watercloset with its own door. Sure it felt a bit claustrophobic, but it was miles ahead of our prior master bathroom of avocado green with black formica trim and a ill concieved large window to the outside just before the shower door. No shade. No drapes.
As I said, we loved the new master bath with the private bathroom until three months into our move. The bulb in the overhead fan burnt out. This was a problem because our new home was 1000 times swankier than our prior house. The fan seemed like a sealed unit, such that prying made us fearful we would break something.
We couldn't open the fan to change the bulb. For a month or so, we remained in the dark. Then, we tried those battery operated tap lights. They lasted a week. I tried leaving a flashlight in the room. One or two drops and the flashlight became a broken plastic hollow tube for storing batteries.
Humanity can get used to anything if harrassed or distracted enough. We learned to lock the outside door and leave a sliver of light. Weeks passed into months. Occasionally, we'd get out the step ladder and poke a bit at the fan, but to no avail. Eventually, we forgot about the idea of a working lightbulb in the bathroom. Years past.
Now there is a family friend, a jack of all trades that I asked if he could maybe come and do a few of the odd jobs around our house. I mentioned this one in particular. He dropped by while most of us were at mass on Sunday. My son let him in, but neglected to tell us he visited. So for four weeks, we did not know that he had opened the fan and taken out the bulb. When he finally asked if we had purchased new bulbs for him to put in, I backtracked to the son who simply said, "Oh yeah. The bulb was burnt out so I left it on a tray in the laundry room over the dryer."
Racing to the laundry room, there was the bulb. A bulb unlike any other light bulb I have ever seen. It was also broken and fearing a child getting cut, I threw it out.
Naturally when it came time to shop for the replacement, I couldn't remember "exactly" what type of bulb it was, just that it was long, had a square pin bottom and looked like two long fingers. My description did not endear me to the Home Depot sales rep. Despite having fifty thousand types of bulbs including the kind you plant in the ground, they didn't have mine.
There are errands that require you to set your teeth and run until you get it done. So despite the rain, despite leaving my kids in aftercare perilously close to the time when one must pick up, despite having to schelp to three different stores, I Scarlett O'hara vowed with God as my witness, not to go in the dark any longer. And I did fix it. We did get the bulb. It is now installed in our master bathroom.
But human nature is habitual.
I keep forgetting to flip the switch on.
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