Tag: goals

I’ve been sitting here for ten minutes wondering what to type.  I am at a complete loss in gauging any progress in building helpful habits in my life and home.  We’re far enough into the year that I feel stressed about my seeming lack of improvement, making me worry that December will suddenly be here and I’ll still be lacking the steady, consistent life I crave.

My feelings tonight are perhaps best voiced by the disciples of Jesus Christ in John 6:9.  Jesus was teaching the five thousand, and they needed food.  A conversation commenced among the Master and his disciples regarding what to do.  Then Andrew offered this information:

“There is a lad here, which hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes, but what are they among so many?”

What are they among so many?
This is precisely what I wonder about the few small things I have accomplished.  They seem so insignificant, so insufficient, as to be unworthy even of mention when I look at what really needs to be done, at what my family really needs and deserves.

What are my small efforts among so many needs?

I sat in Relief Society today and listened to a lesson about putting Christ first in our lives, and finding that we can actually “fit it all in” if we do that.  I sat there, believing it to be true while another part of me silently screamed, “But what about when you multiply it all by eight?”  It’s just so huge.

But I learned a long time ago that it’s just my number.  It’s only huge to me.  Nobody really cares.  And trying to share it with people is the fastest way I’ve found  to end a conversation.  The enormity and longevity of my situation is relevant only to me; it doesn’t matter anywhere else.  And so I sat there in a room full of people but feeling terribly alone as I wondered what that promise means to me.

So what was Jesus’ response to Andrew?  Well, he accepted the meager offering (which was all the boy had to give), gave thanks, and distributed the bread and fishes to the multitude.  Everyone ate and was filled, and they gathered twelve baskets of leftovers.

Wow.  Enough and to spare.  He began by giving thanks.

So, insufficient as they are, these are the small loaves of progress I can be grateful for:

1.  A bed that is consistently made by 6:30 a.m.
2.  A kitchen counter that is still free of paper.
3.  A toy room that continues to stay clean.
4.  An opportunity to follow a prompting from the Spirit.
5.  A (late) birthday dinner tonight for my brother.
6.  An opportunity to be thoughtful.
7.  A humbling scripture study session.  I was wrong.

And many minutes of washing dishes, preparing meals, driving children, changing diapers, giving baths, doing laundry, etc.  I’m grateful I have the ability to do them.

I wouldn’t mind it at all if we woke up in the morning with all our needs met and twelve baskets of abundance waiting.

But that’s not how it works.

So you get up in the morning and offer your measley barley loaves and two small fish.

AGAIN.

And you hope and pray that it’s enough for Him to work with.  Because one thing is certain:  I need His help.

Badly.

I’m also falling asleep as I type.

Jennifer

Wow.  Here we are, eight weeks into the year.  I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to spring.   I’m excited to spend time outside, plant a garden, see my neighbors again.  I hate the way winter makes you feel like you’re the only people living on your street.  I’m also a little bit panicked about it because it’s soccer season, which means that I get nothing else done for 8 weeks.  I’m running behind!  Why is it that I don’t simply adjust to “behind” schedule?  I wonder if my life would be less stressful if I expected it.


Really, it was a wonderful week.  Full of both expected and unexpected events, as I look back to evaluate I’m a little bit amazed that we fared as well as we did.

Are you ready for a disjointed summary?  Here goes:

Monday:  President’s Day, children home from school, husband started a new job, my Dad flew to town for a funeral, went out to lunch with a friend, attended the viewing with my Dad (these last two were wonderful, but they also meant several hours away from my family with my 12 year old watching the younger six).

Tuesday:  My dad left, five hours in the car driving children around.  Baby finds a fresh jar of jam on the kitchen counter (she now pushes chairs all over the kitchen just to check out the scenery overhead) and bathes herself, the counter, my cabinets and the floor in strawberry jam.  Big brother was “babysitting” a few feet away, but she’s learned how to go on “stealth” setting.  She gets really quiet when she’s up to no good.  Really tough experience Tuesday evening.  I was tempted to feel hurt and offended but I fought it off.  After I cried.

Wednesday:  Baby on disaster setting.  Into everything .  Favorite activity is climbing on the kitchen table to eat or break everything she can find.   Blue and Gold banquet.  Spontaneously took a friend out for ice cream while my huband took all 8 children home to get them ready for bed.  Yay for an understanding man!

Thursday:  Gone all day and all evening.  Had to take a second lunch to school for the daughter who lost hers, errands to run, copies to make, post office to visit.  After school brings gymnastics, etc. plus  Parent/Teacher conferences at the junior high.  Made dinner for the younger 7 children in seven minutes flat.  It was all the time I had.

Friday:  Three hours spent at the school for daughter’s spotlight and elementary grades Parent/Teacher conferences.  Friends come home with some children; others go home with friends.  One hour spent driving around delivering everyone to where they need to be.  45 minute date with my husband for a quick dinner at Rubios.  Long talk with an emotional daughter about life, standards, growing up and so forth.  My brother calls to see if he and his boys can fly to town the next day to stay with us.  Sure, why not?!

Saturday:  Son and husband snowboarding.  Stole a few minutes of sewing before I had to turn my office back into a guest room.  Clean the house.  Someone makes a sandwich and leaves the mayonnaise (brand new container) out on the counter for the baby to find.  She tastes it but decides it would make good lotion and I’ll leave you to picture the greasy mess that resulted.  My brother and his boys arrive.  Another brother shows up unexpectedly.  I wonder to myself, “why did I not start dinner 30 minutes earlier so I could just feed everyone right now?”  My brother leaves for the evening to go on a date and we watch the boys.  My other brother leaves.  Daughter plans a party at our house with her friends and invites them to come over in one hour.  Dinner is made, ten children are fed, six children bathed for church in the morning.  I race to the store for junk food.  Daughter’s friends show up.  I can hardly believe how loud 11 and 12 year-olds are.  Teen-aged son invites a friend over too.  My husband supervises downstairs while I go upstairs to get eight children to sleep while the older ones party downstairs.  The baby flips out and won’t go to sleep, but she also flips out if any of the kids downstairs look at her.  Two and a half hours later I get my nephews and sons to sleep (no help from my ten year old when he pours water on his five year old cousin’s face, pajamas and pillow just to be funny).  We get the baby to bed.  At 10:45 all the friends have left and we feel like we’ve run a marathon.  Somehow the tooth fairy managed to visit our six year old in the midst of it all.

Sunday:  By some miracle we get 13 people up, fed, dressed for church and out the door by 8:45 a.m.  I even managed to make a lunch for my brother and nephews to eat on their way to the airport after Church.  Baby throws tantrums at church (what’s new?).  Kids are totally wired and overtired all day but we don’t want them to sleep until bedtime.  EARLY bedtime.  Three year old falls asleep eating dinner.  We end the evening shaking our heads in wonder at the curve balls teens and tweens threw tonight.  Can I please raise my children in the 80’s?  This internet, cell phone, texting, Facebook world is a lot to worry about.

Too much to read?  Sorry.  I want to have it written down, though, so I can read it down the road and remember weeks like this.  There’s another reason for writing it all down, one that I’m slightly amazed by.  I spent more time than usual outside of our home for various reasons, which meant only a fraction of my usual time went to housekeeping.  I had only a few minutes here and a few minutes there.  Usually that means the family survives and the house falls apart.  It’s that price tag that has haunted me for the last four years.

This week was different.  For the past few weeks I’ve had three words as my housekeeping motto:

Maintain and Reclaim .  Every day I spend my time quickly maintaining any areas I was able to clean the day before, and whatever time is left I spend reclaiming some area of the house in need of help.  Tonight there is a bit more clutter all over, which is usual for Sunday night, but really the collateral damage is minimal .  All the areas that were clean a week ago are still clean, and they have been every day.  I think it might be working.  I just might have found a simple plan that works for my house and my schedule at this stage in life.  Time will tell, but I’m encouraged.  And an encouraged mother is a happy thing.

In a few minutes I’ll sink into my bed with a sigh of relief.  Yes, there are countless things I didn’t get to.  Yes, there are an infinite number of things I’d like to do.  But I feel like I did what needed to be done this week (with one exception:  exercise.  Totally blew it on that one) and managed a few extras.  My husband and I faced some parenting worries head on and we’re working on them.  It feels good to do that.   The oldest ones get lots of attention by virtue of their place in our family.  We had a lot of sweet moments with our little ones and spent focused time on the middle ones too.  My learning curve is still steep.  I still have a lot of moments when I feel like I’m being crushed by it all.  There is a quiet desperation that often squeezes my heart.  But I am going to do this.  I will not give up.  I will keep working at this.  I am going to learn how to care well for this family, to care well for our home.  I am going to learn how to thrive.

God sent me here to succeed.  And with His help and through the grace of Jesus Christ, I will.

Jennifer

I just went back and read last week’s entry.  I was so discouraged.  I worked harder this week to avoid discouragement, to remind myself how much God cares about what I am doing, and to strengthen my faith that he can, in spite of me , do what needs to be done in our home.  When I prayed I reviewed the day mentally and listed rewarding moments I had with each child, moments  that reminded me how great it is to be a Mom.  I thanked Heavenly Father for them.  It helped.  I feel encouraged.


I’m noticing a trend in how my weeks turn out.  Either I do a great job of staying on top of the housekeeping, laundry, organization and so forth or I do a great job of taking care of myself:  exercise, creativity, reading, etc.  I feel like the scale is just bouncing back and forth between the two, and I haven’t yet found a balance.  I’m becoming more convinced that the only way to balance it right now is to survive on 4 hours of sleep every night… which is, at this point in time, a certain recipe for a migraine.  I’ve tried to attack the house one day, then loosen up a bit the next to allow more time for balance but it doesn’t work.  The house falls apart in an hour if I’m not on the ball.

So this week was a house week.   Last Saturday I spent several hours cleaning the toy room and we stayed on top of it.  The children cleaned it every day.  The girls room that I excavated on Wednesday is still clean as well.  I’m moderately in control of the laundry.  The main floor has been cleaned a few times each day and I vacuumed the family room twice each day.  No, I’m not being obsessive.  It really does need it that often.  And yes, I clearly need to work on helping my baby keep food and crumbs in the kitchen so it doesn’t need it twice a day.  She’s a whirlwind, that girl.  On Friday night when we had the full-time LDS missionaries for dinner she picked up one of my favorite dessert plates and literally threw it across the kitchen like a Frisbee.  Of course it shattered into a thousand pieces all over two rooms and left the first real gouge in our floor (we’ve had dents but no raw wood with splinters sticking out until now).  Hello!  I was standing 2 feet away.  I just didn’t see it coming, that’s all.  So we vacuum a lot.  And sweep.  And enjoy lots of hugs and kisses from a darling little girl.

Do you ever feel like your house is being overtaken by paper?  I do, especially with children in school.  I think that lots of homes have paper dumping spots, and ours has been no different.  Our dumping spot is the end of the kitchen counter, close to the telephone.  A month ago I set a goal for our dumping spot:  not a single paper on the counter. I am happy to say that for one month I have gone to bed every night with a completely clean kitchen counter.  Every piece is shredded, thrown away, filed away.  I think I can claim it as a habit now, and it’s my first real habit of the year.  Small and simple, to be sure, but it contributes to cleanliness and order.  Tonight I am celebrating zero papers on my counter.

One last note on another habit.  I’m trying to regain the habit of thoughtfulness.  On Valentine’s day I called a couple who live in Gig Harbor, Washington.  I taught the husband while I was a missionary fifteen years ago and have kept in touch with them.  I’d been feeling like I should call them.  I learned that he had another stroke a few weeks ago, and that his wife is also struggling with her health.  We had a wonderful visit and I hung up the phone feeling so good .  I called my husband and said, “You know how I’m tempted all the time when the house is a mess and life feels upside down to just declare the day or the week a total waste?  Well, I just called Wes and Margot and it was the right thing to do.  The whole week is ok, no matter what else happens.”  I need to do things like that more often.

And so life goes on, each day providing opportunities both unique and routine.  I have high hopes for the coming week and all it holds.  I’ve miles to go, but I’m working at it.

Jennifer