Save Me From Me

A few weeks back, I mentioned a book that I was reading, Lord, Save Us From Your Followers. I just finished the last page and it was eye-opening, heart-wrenching, guilt-inducing. There are a few issues I am still deciding just how I feel about but for the most part, I think the author is right-on.

I about fell out of bed when I discovered that the book was just the tip of the iceberg. The author of the book is a filmmaker as well, and spent two years filming a documentary of the same name. It's coming to select theatres in June but I'm thinking about ordering a live-streaming video of it right now - at 3:30 in the morning. Take a preview; see if you aren't highly intrigued.

Spaghetti Anyone?

For several weeks now, there has been a contest encouraging parent attendance at the Academy's State of the School event. Whichever class averaged the highest, received the honor of "spaghetti-ing" their particular principal, as well as, G. The initial event was canceled due to tornadic weather and the administrators breathed a sigh of relief until they found out the dreaded pasta party was able to be re-scheduled.

Saturday dawned, the deal went down and it stunk...all the way home and despite a shower - twice. Cleaning Ragu out of my husband's ears was not in our vows (no, "for worse" does NOT cover voluntary acts of stupidity). Gross does not even begin to convey what I was thinking as I was dry heaving. I'll never look at his ears the same way again.

Today I washed the sheets - call me what you like, but I prefer the scent of lavender over parmesan.

One Thing I've Learned

Do you have those people in your life that can make you feel about *yay* tall?

Yeah, you know.

I have two of them and they both hit me two days apart this week--nice timing. They seem to think that my life revolves completely around theirs or that maybe I don't really have a life at all. Or maybe, it's just that the things I do as a SAHM are not so important that they can't be dropped on a whim for the sake of their whim, worry or whine. They'll say they don't think that way about me and my life but their actions SHOUT differently.

Sorry, but I don't play that game though I played it for many, many years. Through alot of pain and loneliness and soul-searching, I've grown up and come to realize within that past four years or so, that my life revolves around whom I decide it does at any given moment. I've also learned that if I don't take time for myself to do the things that I really enjoy, I die a slow death everyday and life's too short for that. Sometimes that infringes on other people's expectations of who or what I should be to them, specifically the expectation that I should be everything to all people at all times because, after all, that's what moms do - right? Proverbs 31 I am not. I have my own interpretation of that passage anyway and it has nothing at all to do with being a perfect woman, wife, daughter and mother. That's another blog for another l-o-n-g day - summer solstice wouldn't be long enough a day.

So when these two people that I love passionately decide that I haven't measured up to their standards, yeah, they can still make me feel *yay* tall but I've learned to overcome, keep right on putting one foot in front of the other and posting a blog about it. :0) I'm not perfect and I've learned to live with that; now they just need to learn to deal with that.

Thanks for listening.