The Trials of a Busy Mom

Category: blessings (Page 11 of 14)

We get by with a little help from our friends


I am so blessed.

I have hands down the most awesome friends in the world. Really. I do.

And if you are reading this, that probably means that you are one of those awesome and amazing friends. And I love you for it!

I’ve been kind of slow since I’ve got the veinapalooza going on. I get around, but I am not getting tons of things done. I mentioned to a friend that we were having an exchange student come, and that I was also having another vein procedure done, and that I was a little worried about getting the house clean before our student came.

Voila! She asked two of my other friends to come on over today and help me. It was amazing! I think the kids’ bathroom is the cleanest it’s EVER been, and we got Cole’s room looking more like an actual bedroom again, instead of teenage junk trap. I’m so grateful! I was seriously embarrassed to have them come in and help me clean, as really I should be able to get my house clean by myself, but then I realized that if the situation were reversed, and one of my friends needed my help, I wouldn’t be judgmental, I would just help out.

And so today I am thankful. I have wonderful friends. I don’t know what I would do without them (and you!)

Fridge Fest

It started as a typical Saturday. Places to go, games to watch, jobs to do…you know the drill. As I was just about to leave to take Natalie, Jenna and John with me to go to Natalie’s 9:00 volleyball game, I opened the fridge and realized it just wasn’t that COLD. Same thing with the freezer. I quickly told Ryan and the two kids to hurry and load up all the freezer stuff into coolers or to take it out to the garage freezer, that the fridge had given up. It wasn’t a total surprise, as last night all the little numbers on the digital readout were either blinking or not working, and we knew something in the circuitry wasn’t right. Ugh. This fridge isn’t that old. It’s the fridge I got for my birthday not even four years ago.

Well, let me just say that I am blessed to have a quick thinking husband. Even though he was getting ready to leave for day three of his 3 day geek fest (some sort of open source conference in Salt Lake that he wanted to go to for his birthday, so that was my present to him. Aren’t I such a creative gift giving wife?), he quickly looked up the symptoms online and figured out that our fridge probably had a bad capacitor. After emptying out the freezer, he was able to pull out the fridge, take out the bad little capacitors, then went to the electronics store or the repair store (I don’t exactly know) and got replacement parts.

When the kids and I got home from volleyball, the fridge was pulled out, water was all over the floor from the melting ice, but he was fixing those parts. Hallelujah! It worked. My super smart, handy, industrious husband was able to avoid calling a repair man, and fix our fridge for under $3! AND he was able to do it BEFORE our entire fridge/freezer full of food melted into sludge and creeped out all onto the floor! Double Hallelujah!!!

Once the part was back in, the back of the fridge vacuumed out and the fridge put back in place, Ryan and his two helpers whisked out the door to attend the geek conference. What a man! On Saturday, it’s “Family day”, and he was nice enough to take Cole and Megan along. They missed the keynote speaker, but that’s probably just as well. The rest of the day will be classes, games, free pizza, and other stuff that those teenagers and my geeky husband should just love. He even invited me. How sweet! No, thanks.

I am content to clean out the freezer (since it’s empty and all), mop the floor, and put some of the food back in the freezer. I breathe a sigh of relief and count my blessings that this fridge thing, which could have been a HUGE crisis and could have cost a LOT of money, was only a minor annoyance.

I refuse to feel guilty for my lack of canning ability

My dear, sweet mother-in-law called me last week. She wanted to know if I would like some pears. Of course, we would like pears. The kids (especially Cole) just LOVE pears. She asked how many I would want, because they already had a bushel picked, and if I wanted that one, they would bring it to me (can you believe this? Free fruit, and it’s delivered?!) She told me that Ryan’s sister was planning on bottling hers, and she was taking about a bushel and a half. Me, being not so smart in the ways of canning and all those fancy terms asked how big a bushel was. She told me that a bushel was enough to do so many dozen quart jars. Silly me, now I can’t even remember what it was she told me. Feeling ambitious, I told her that I would LOVE some pears.

She then proceeded to tell me how they go about canning the pears, how they boil them, (I guess the proper term is “blanch”) then take the skins off, cut the middle out, put them in a vinegar bath, etc, etc, etc. I listened carefully thinking, “I could do that, couldn’t I?”

When they brought me the lovely box of pears, my kids were excited and immediately started eating them. Good. Less work for me. I think Cole may have eaten 3 or 4 that first day himself. Saturday would have been the ideal day for putting up those pretty little beauties. Ryan would be there to help me, and the kids could play outside. Except that we had a garage sale already scheduled for Saturday, and add to that the overall crappy feeling I was experiencing due to this stupid cold (that I’ve had for 6 days now, even though I’ve taken the cold-ease, I really have!), and there was not going to be ANY canning going on on Saturday. So, we kept eating a few a day, and we gave some away to our friends at our garage sale, while I daydreamed out how pretty those pears would all look bottled and how MONDAY was surely the day I was going to haul myself up by my bootstraps, tap in to my pioneer ancestry, and bottle those pears!

Today dawned bright and beautiful, and my daughter told me that she had thrown up in the night. All bets are off. All plans of productivity are canceled. Besides that, it’s EARLY day, which means that once John gets on the bus at 8:56, I only have until 11:50 or so to myself, and then kids start the return process. (speaking of schedules, have I mentioned our crazy morning schedule yet? Cole leaves for early morning seminary at about 6:27, and thank goodness he has a friend in the neighborhood who drives who is taking him, then Jenna and Natalie’s bus comes at about 7:35, Megan’s carpool, which I drive on Wednesdays, leaves for the junior high at 7:45, and then John has to wait until 8:45 to leave.)

I realized that my dream of beautifully bottled peaches was just a dream, and not one I was going to see fulfilled this year. So as not to waste the precious fruit, I put 12-15 pears in 5 different bags, and we are delivering them to the neighbors. I think this is what I did last year when they gave me pears, too. I do, at least, share.

So, here I am, with no beautiful pears in jars, only nice ripe pears in my fridge. And I refuse to feel guilty for my lack of canning ability. Maybe I’ll do better with the peaches.

Independence Day Weekend

We had a fun holiday weekend around these parts. Of course it was busy. Friday after swimming lessons finished up, we took the kids to Provo to experience the Colonial Days. You may remember our fiasco parking job last year when we went to Colonial Days. No? There’s a refresher here. This time there was no need to call AAA, so that was good. Since Ryan had the day off, I dragged him invited him to come with us. I’m glad he was game, because it was a lot more fun with him along. We just missed my sister doing her drawing, but we were able to see Ryan’s dad in the printing museum, and we enjoyed some other booths. The kids made medicine bags, and enjoyed playing some of the old games. Especially the hoops and the stick throw! We also helped out the local economy. Some of the kids bought necklaces, some got snow cones, and some bought fans. It was pretty hot there, after all.

After we exhausted ourselves there, we walked a few blocks to one of our favorite restaurants, Los Hermanos. Oh, the chips and salsa!

Excuse me while I wipe the drool off the keyboard, would you? Anyway, the kids had been earning “points” with a little system we’ve got going on to earn a trip to Los Hermanos, and it worked out well. It also counts for our little around the world thing. Mexico! There you go!

We stuffed ourselves thoroughly there, and then moved on to the third phase of our trip to Provo. The Freedom Festival Children’s art show. It was hot, it was too crowded, and it was too long. Enough said? And in order to make it NOT so long and boring and hot, they split up the awards into TWO awards assemblies. One for ages 5-8, and one for ages 9-14. Well, if you have kids in BOTH of those divisions, then it just makes it DOUBLE long, hot and boring. Please remind me next year NOT to attend this. Really. Would you please? The kids did very well sitting through the first hour. Well, actually John was out in the foyer with Ryan and was getting his face painted, so they both missed the first 1/2 hour. That’s probably the only reason he lasted as long as he did. I had a book with me (a boring, not very good book, but a book none the less), and so did at least two of the other kids. So we sat in the back row, clapped when we needed to clap, and tried to read. When the first hour was up, I suggested to Ryan that he take Cole, Jenna and John and make a quick run to his parents’ house in Spanish Fork to pick up the petticoat I’m borrowing for the play, and then come back in about 45 minutes to an hour. I would sacrifice myself and stay in the awards assembly with Megan and Natalie so they could get their awards. That worked out pretty well. Yes, I’m a genius, if I do say so myself. When the girls finally had their awards, I called Ryan to see if he was back yet, and he had JUST pulled into the parking lot.

Saturday was not such a packed day. We didn’t go to the big parade, but stayed home to get some house cleaning done. My brother and family are in town, and were going to come over after the parade, and they’ll be staying with us until the 10th or 11th of this month. But the house was a mess. That meant lots of cleaning, which means lots of frustration for me. I don’t do well cleaning under pressure. I’ll admit it. I’m not a very good housekeeper anyway, and the stress of trying to rid the house of the clutter and clean it all up in a hurry turns me into kind of a crazy person. If it happens to also be the beginning of a certain time of the month, all hell breaks lose. Yes. The big black cloud of crazy envelops the house and the children cower in the corner. You might here their whimpering cries, “Please, could we have our mommy back?” Ok, I may be exaggerating slightly. But not much.

Right about lunch time I got a call from my sister-in-law. Plans have changed, and they won’t be staying with us until Monday or Tuesday after all. Click.

“Ok, kids! You can come out now,” I called, “crisis averted. But keep on your toes because we’ll have to go through this again on Monday.”

After lunch, I let the kids do what they had been wanting to do, and that was veg out in front of the tv. Later we went to my sister’s house for dinner. It was so much fun to have ALL 22 of the grandkids together. It’s not all that often that we are all together, and it was a very fun afternoon. The kids get along famously, and we all chatted and laughed. Of course, the afternoon was not ALL fun and games. There had to be some torture involved somehow, and that came in the form of family photos. I think that’s enough said about that.

When it got dark enough, my brother-in-law Tom delighted us with his wonderful backyard fireworks display. Soon it was 10 pm and time to get all the kids home. We ended up bringing home one cousin, as she REALLY wanted to spend more time with Jenna. No problem, we have plenty of dresses and things to outfit any extra 8 year old. On the way home, we enjoyed watching the Riverton fireworks, and then the Thanksgiving point fireworks. We could see a little bit of something way down South that may have been from the Stadium of Fire, but I couldn’t hear any Jonus Brothers singing, so I’m not sure.

When everyone was in bed, I said to Ryan, “Six kids isn’t so hard! That didn’t take any longer than it usually does to get five kids in bed.” Oh, how pride comes before a fall. At about 12:30 or 1, there was a little knock on the door. I woke up to see our sweet niece at the bedroom door. “I really miss my mom,” she said. Oh, the poor sweet thing. No way am I calling her mom at her brother’s house, so I had to just do my best. I went with her back to the girls’ room, and talked to her softly about all the fun things she was going to do this week while here in Utah, and how excited our girls are to have her here. I lightly ran my fingers over her hair, her face, and her arm. I’m not sure how her mommy comforts her when she can’t sleep, but I just did what I would do with my own girls and tried to comfort her. It didn’t take long before she went back to sleep. I wish I could say the same thing for me. I have a hard time falling asleep if I’m woken up during the night. I guess it’s just one of those things that happen when you get “older”.

This morning, having six kids did take a little bit longer. Since they all got smoky from the fireworks and sweaty from running around, everyone needed showers. And having four girls’ hair to do in the morning definitely takes longer than only three. Especially when three out of four of them want french braids. No worries. We still made it to church on time. It wouldn’t have really mattered if we were late, though, since so many people were gone for the holiday weekend.

It is my month to conduct in Relief Society, and my week to teach the “presidency message”. I stressed for weeks and weeks about this lesson, trying to come up with just the right message. I don’t mind teaching when I just have to teach out of the lesson manual, but coming up with my own lesson? not so fun. I was such a scatterbrain, I messed up on the conducting, forgot to get prayers, and BLEW through my lesson in about 1/2 the time. Ugh. I think it was a good lesson (on service, by the way), I just needed more material. I left the ladies with about 15 minutes for testimonies at the end. Oh, the silence was uncomfortable. (crickets chirping). I was so nervous, thinking ‘how long do I let it be silent’, when someone stood up to bear their testimony. And then someone else did. Then there was another uncomfortable silence, and I was JUST about to get up and announce the closing song and we’d just dismiss early, when another person stood up to bear their testimony. Sometimes, I guess, uncomfortable silence is a good thing.

After church, we came home and had some lunch, and I slunk upstairs to have a nap. A well deserved nap.

And that comes with a nap, right?

Today was my Mother’s Day dinner. Yes, I know, Mother’s Day was a long, long time ago. But my husband was out of town on Mother’s Day, so I asked him to please make me dinner on some other Sunday. For the past two Sunday’s we’ve had dinner invitations first to my parents’ house, and then his parents’ house (NICE, I know!), so today was his next chance. He did a fine job. We had a pork roast, potatos and carrots in the crock pot, and fruit and salad to go with it. After that, I asked if I could take my mother’s day NAP, which is, we all know, the best part of Mother’s day. Right?

As I went upstairs, he even told the kids, “Mom is going to go have a nap. Don’t go and bother her.”

About 45 minutes into my nap, I hear a knocking on the door. Groggy, I answered. Doh! “What?” I said. Why did I answer? Never answer them, or they’ll know you really are in there. I heard little John’s voice saying over and over, “Mom! Open the door! Mom! The door’s locked.” Of course it’s locked, silly! I’m trying to have a nap. I groggily said that I was taking a nap, and could he please go away.

And it worked. He went away. Maybe to ask Dad, or maybe to use the other bathroom, I don’t know. But about 5 minutes later, he’s back.
scritch, scritch, scritch at the door.
“Moooo-ooom.” really quiet.
But I’m not going to answer this time. Maybe he’ll realize I’ve gone back to sleep.
Like a predator, he keeps at it.
“Mom?”
“M0-om. I’m hungry.” Knock, knock, knock knock, knock.
Hungry? Didn’t we JUST have dinner?
“Mom?”
“Mom!”
“Mooooooo-ooom”
Knock, knock, knock.
Each knock is like a red blast in my head. My head that is trying to sleep so that I can be a patient mommy again when I wake up.
“Mom?”
“Mom?”
“Mom?!”
BANG, BANG, BANG!
I am still trying to ignore and not give into the anger that is encompassing me with each disturbing noise.
“MOM!!!! I want that cookie you told me I could have! I’m hungry! MOM! Mom!” He’s getting pretty loud now, and I’m wishing that someone–Anyone–would come and rescue me from my tormentor. Isn’t Dad around? Doesn’t he hear this racket? Won’t he save me from this injustice?
I could call him downstairs and tell him that John is disrupting my Mother’s day Nap. But I don’t have my cell phone up here and I certainly can’t remember HIS cell phone number (it’s on speed dial).
“Mom?”
bang
knock
“Mom?”
I can hear something getting stuffed under the door. Maybe it’s a note.
“Mom?!”
BANG, BANG, BANG!
I can ignore this, right?
The guard at my door, the one who is NOT going to let me sleep, is getting louder and louder and I, behind my closed eyes am getting angrier and angrier. I’m trying to just stay calm and ignore it, but I’m trying to nap, dang-it, and he needs to STOP THE NOISE.

Something in my snaps, and my anger takes over. I sit up in bed and say, very loudly, “Go. Away.”
On the other side of the door is silence, and then crying as the little boy goes… I don’t know where he goes, but he does go away. And I did get the rest of my nap.

Looking back, I realize that I should have just gotten up and talked to him. The calm, logical thing would have been to get OUT of bed, go and talk quietly with my little boy, and figure out some kind of a snack that he could have. But I wasn’t being calm and logical, I was cranky and sleepy and supposed to be napping. And I’m sorry. When I came downstairs after my nap and saw my husband asleep on the couch and my other four kids playing on the computer, I asked where John was. “He’s asleep in his room,” they told me, “he was knocking on your door, but then he started crying and went into his room and fell asleep.”

Oh, now I have mother guilt. He cried himself to sleep. And those other kids KNEW he was banging on my door and did nothing to stop him. -Sigh-

No, I’m not a perfect mother. I love my kids fiercely, but sometimes it’s hard to like my kids. They are the reason I need a nap.

Go ahead–make my day

It’s kind of a blah morning for me. I don’t have anything scheduled for the morning, although I have a million things that need to get done. I haven’t exercised in two weeks, so I’m kind of sluggish, but still not feeling up to anything strenuous. (By the way, I went to the vein Dr yesterday, and while they said things are “looking good”, they said that yes, I might have pain and tenderness and swelling from the schlerotherapy for up to four weeks. Four Weeks? Are you kidding me?) I feel like I really should be getting something DONE, since it’s one of the last days of school, and next week I’ll have a million kids swarming the house (well, not a million, it just feels like it sometimes). So, do I concentrate on the laundry room? The kitchen? The outside? The garden? The flowers? The porch? My bedroom? The kids’ bathroom? Any of these things could take up my entire day and wipe me out. I also haven’t made bread in a few weeks, and we could use some bread, for sure.

Then the phone rang. “Oh,” I thought, “maybe it’s someone calling me wanting to do something fun!” I picked it up excitedly. It was a friend of mine. I had given her some tickets to the Bee Gee’s tribute band concert for Monday, and she had seemed excited about going. I asked her if she had gone. She said that she didn’t go, but that the tickets were used, so I’m not sure if she gave them to kids or friends, but I’m happy that someone used them.

Then we got to the GOOD part of the conversation. The part where she asked if she could bring. me. dinner! Let the rejoicing begin! Someone wants to bring me and my family dinner! Oh, that makes e happy! She asked if we had any allergies or picky eaters, to which I said no. I’m not going to discourage her from making anything she wants–she’s an excellent cook.

So, now there’s a bright spot in my day. Whatever things I decide I must do today, making dinner is not one of them. And with that one phone call, my day is looking up.

That’s nice to know, insurance company. Thank you.

I got the mail today and opened a letter from our insurance company, which said:

“We reviewed your request to cover Endovenous ablation therapy of incompetent vein…blah, blah, blah…. AND we determined that the health care service is eligible for coverage.”

Wow. Thank you. It’s nice to know that, since I had the first procedure TWO DAYS AGO.

Ahem.

I’m feeling a bit better now. Yesterday was kind of a “poor lonely sad bruised me, I can hardly walk” day, but I stayed home, watched me some Gray’s Anatomy, and cried. Crying was good. Because after I cried, I felt better.

Today I got to take off the compression stockings and have a shower. And you should SEE the bruises. I was shocked at the grossness. Want to see? Here’s a close up so you can see the bruise better.

But you want to know the best part of the surgery? Besides the sexy support hose, of course. The best part is having meals brought in. Seriously. It’s been a LONG time since anyone’s brought in a meal, and I must say, I like it. And since I’m not really having a baby anytime soon, there really isn’t much meal bringing going on, so this was a nice treat. My visiting teachers brought in a meal on Thursday, and even though Ryan could have probably cooked up something, or I could have thrown something in the microwave, it was just NICE to have that meal brought in. Nothing makes you feel loved like a meal that you didn’t have to cook. Or plan. Or shop for. And if one free meal weren’t enough, my friends took it upon themselves to bring in another meal on Friday, and even though we tried to tell them that we had a soccer party to go to, they brought it anyway. You can just cook this and eat it on Saturday, if you want, they said. Wow! I feel TOTALLY loved! A meal in my fridge!

I’m going to have to remember how great this felt, and take someone else a meal soon. Not because they are having a baby, but maybe if they are having a hard day, or they aren’t feeling well, or maybe just because. Because it really does make you feel loved when someone brings in a meal.

Eyebrows?

Last night I dreamed about plucking my eyebrows.

Seriously? Eyebrow plucking?

We had a wonderful Relief Society Activity last night. The games went well, the get to know you activity was fun, the food was delicious, and it all went well. I think everyone had a good time. Our first activity! And we made it through.

So, maybe the eyebrow plucking dream was the signal to me to relax for a minute, before the next big thing. You think?

And I have to give a shout out to my dear husband. He is a fabulous support. This week I was gone three nights out of five, all for church functions. And next week–well, next week is a concert week, and that means I’ll be gone Tues, Wed, Thursday nights for rehearsals, concert on Friday, and Music and the Spoken Word on Sunday morning. And he will be here to hold down the fort. He jokes about it, when we have busy weeks like this. We communicate by emails and notes, and then check in at night when I get home. I’m so grateful that I have his support. I couldn’t be in the Relief Society presidency OR the Bells on Temple Square without his understanding and willingness to help out.

So for today, I will catch up on some things that need to get done, get ready for Megan’s birthday tomorrow, watch my sister’s kids, and get those tweezers out. Because I really DO need to tweeze those eyebrows.

A good day

It was a good day today.

No, I didn’t win the car yesterday, but I’ll tell you a funny story about the contest. Once I had tried my key and it didn’t work, I sat back by Ryan’s brother, Kyle, who is my contest buddy at this kind of things. When they called his number and he got up to win, I said, “Go win that car!” to him. When he got to the front to try his key, the announcers said, “What? No kiss for luck?” To which Kyle responded something like, “I don’t think my wife would like that too much. She’s my sister-in-law.” We both had a laugh at that one. Because Kyle wins so many things, when I call in and win, they say, “Erickson. Are you Kyle’s wife?” It was a beautiful day with the sun shining, though, and I did manage to get a nice sunburn on my chest. A lovely v-neck of a sunburn. Ouch. Oh well, I can enjoy that sunshine now that it’s snowing outside, and remember the nice day we had yesterday.

Today we had really good meetings at church. I was a little bit worried when, during Sunday School class I realized that I hadn’t seen the Relief Society teacher for the next hour’s class yet. I started to panic just a tiny bit. What if she doesn’t come? As the Education Counselor, does that mean that I would have to teach the lesson? Do I even have any IDEA what the lesson is supposed to be on today? I really should have a back up lesson ready for times like this….Oh, she just walked in. Big sigh of relief. Her lesson was really a good one, too.

After church we came home for lunch, and Natalie made cookies. I took a nap (sunburns wipe me out!) Later we went to the Dedication broadcast of the Draper Temple. Although it was a long time to be sitting in our seats, the kids did REALLY good, and I was so glad they all got to come with us. Well, everyone but John. John got to go hang out with our friends, who weren’t going to the dedication. There was a wonderful feeling there, and I can’t wait to go to the new temple.

After that, it was cold and the wind was blowing outside. We made a quick dinner of scrambled eggs, and then we let the kids watch an old episode of the Amazing Race (we have to screen them first before we let the kids watch), and then once they went to bed we watched this weeks episode. We were sad that it ended the way it did, but I won’t say any specifics just in case you haven’t watched it yet.

It was a nice day. Yes, it is snowing outside right now. I can handle it. Hopefully it will rain and rain and rain to water the hollyhocks I transplanted on Friday, and to soak in that fertilizer that Ryan just put down.

How was your weekend?

Jenna’s baptism

We had a wonderful day on Saturday! After waiting a month to hold Jenna’s baptism, it turned out wonderfully. Instead of 10 am, they gave us the noon time, which gave us more time to get things ready at home. The girls had games early enough so they could go, so Ryan took Megan to her 6:55 am indoor soccer game, and Natalie made it to her 10:00 basketball game. I still had some set up to do, and was grateful for the family’s help. Even John was scrubbing the baseboards and helping out.

Jenna’s grandma made her dress for her, and Jenna picked out the ribbon color, so she looked quite springy, I think. She did not want her hair curled, but did let me play with it a little bit.

We had lots of family come, and her primary class was there as well as a few of her primary leaders.
It was just nice. My mom gave a talk on baptism, and Cole gave a talk on the Holy Ghost. Even though I printed out what I thought was a great talk from sugar doodle, he insisted on writing his own talk. And it turned out just fine. I need to learn to just let them do things on their own. Her baptism went without a hitch, and then we had a fabulous lunch at our house.

cookie

It’s very nice that my family and Ryan’s family know each other, and things aren’t awkward when we get them both together.

We took this picture at the church so she could remember everyone that was there at her baptism. No, it’s not the best, and you can barely see some people (we should have had the first couple of rows kneel down, but oh, well), but I think it’s sweet.

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