Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Just Another Pastor's Wife...

Since I wrote the last post, I have had dozens of post ideas. I wrote some of them down. not all of them, because, you know, a 3yo and a 16mo boy. [sigh]

What was I saying? oh yes, ideas. Post ideas. I had some of them mostly written in my head, I just couldn't get them out of my head and onto some digital/written form in time.

Also, the thought keeps running through my mind that I'm not sure what I have to offer, as far as insight and creative posts and relevant ideas goes. I stay at home. with 2 young boys. Some days I'm doing good to get them fed and clothed. I didn't know about the last mass shooting for several days, because we watch Curious George, or Mighty Machines, or Daniel Tiger, or the occasional adult show I get to watch, on Netflix and Amazon Prime. Even when we do watch live tv, I usually have on Qubo, or PBS. I don't usually get the news, I'm tired by then...

I could go on here, but the intent is coming through. What do I have to offer that thousands of mommy-bloggers don't already cover? Not to malign mommy bloggers, some of them/ya'll are great, articulate, relevant, insightful.

But what does that leave me with?

I have a friend from when I was a kid, her name is cynthia, because I need to be able to name her, and her life is amazing right now. She graduated from an MBA program, and through that program she was able to go to Singapore and Vietnam, she and her husband make much more than my DH and I will make, ever, even if I go back to work full time. She dresses up and wears nice things, they take expensive vacations, have nice things, live in a beautiful house, and I know her well enough to know that she is very happy, and so is her family.

I am so jealous. We're going to Missouri to see family for vacation, and we're driving. On really exciting days we go to the library for story time. Going to Walmart or HEB is a treat, and getting to go in the evenings without the kids feels like a vacation. DH is still doing karate, so he's gone evenings monday, wednesday, thursday, and friday. On days like this past saturday he goes out to watch the mma fights. My daily events are emptying the dishwasher, filling the dishwasher, laundry, and cleaning the kitchen. And the stupid high chair tray. I hate that thing! It's always dirty!!

I feel like the world is passing me by.

I know I'm not the only SAH mom who feels like this, and it upsets me a bit that I'm falling prey to this feeling.

So, what does this leave me with? 

I will attempt to keep making posts. I will try once a day to sit down and see what pops out of my head. And I'll try once a week to write something.

I keep trying to come up with something clever to end this with. I've typed about 6 endings now. I guess I'll give up and just say goodnight.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

My yearly post. Alternatively titled: In Defense of Granny panties and double knit

So, upon looking at my 'recent' blog posts, it seems like I'm close to an annual post. And the last 2 both say I'm going to try harder to post. Ha! motherhood defeats my best intentions sometimes.


So, let's just jump in and see what I can get done.

A few weeks ago (i've been thinking of this post for awhile...) I was woefully behind on my laundry (but the kids had clothes, and the diapers were clean, so there's that) and the last pair of panties I had in my drawer was a pair of satin/poly granny panties. I thought what the hell, it matched my hairy pits and legs and my worn out bra. OMG ya'll, they were so nice!! soft and silky and not binding at all, and they didn't crawl up my hoochie or bunch up under my belly overhang!! My loving husband just shook his head when i crawled into bed that night. I made it a point to do a load of grownup laundry so I had some normal underwear, but I told my husband to watch out. once or twice a month, I would be sporting the granny panties.

I have been looking for wear-around-the-house easy-to-wear shorts/pants for home. something that if I need to run the the store for something quick it won't look like I've spent the (last several) day(s) in the same pair of pajama pants. I have the cotton weave shorts from several sizes ago, and the sort of fit, but I can't call them exactly comfortable. Then I happened upon a pair of double knit shorts. Not fashionable at all, 1 pair in neutral brown, 1 navy blue. So soft, big pockets, easy to wash, stains come out, don't stretch when the kids hang on them. I love them. I wish I had 3 or 4 more pair.

In the past I have been accused of dressing like an old lady. And, admittedly, I tend toward old-lady comfort above binding, tight, short, uncomfortable fashionable. (Especially in the shoe department. I haven't worn heals in years. Even my wedding shoes were cowboy boots.) So the fact that I'm now officially middle aged makes me very happy. I can finally quit pretending that I like dressing like I'm still in my 20s. Guess what? I'M NOT! I'm 40, and I totally get to dress that way without having to justify that, to myself or to anyone else.

Hello, 40! Pleased to meet you!

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