Monday, May 23, 2016

Weekend Confessions & Lessons

Remember that Sexy Sailor Dress I had to buy for Maggie's musical?  Here she is in it:

Photo from my friend, Laura.  And yes, Maggie is a giant :)

Doesn't look soooooo terrible on her, but it sort of lived up to the name when she sat on stage with her legs wide open for the whole song!  Eeeeek!  I took a video of the performance, and luckily, the director's head was protecting Maggie's innocence.  Lesson learned: You get what you pay for and Judge not yet ye shall be judged.

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We were at a church cookout last night, and all the lovely ladies, upon seeing my ginormous 27ish week belly, asked me how I was feeling.  They were just being nice, and I was just plain old exhausted from a busy weekend, and instead of replying "Great!" I heard myself complaining about how big I was, how tired I was, how uncomfortable I was, how done I was with this pregnancy already.



You know when you're PMSing and you can hear yourself being so witchy but you can't stop it?  Yeah, that was me last night with all the pregnancy complaining.  The worst part is that I know the people who were asking me had suffered miscarriages, had medically needed hysterectomies, and were past childbearing years.  Why couldn't I just smile and be grateful?!? I was answering their questions honestly, but I know the "How are you feeling?" pregnancy question should just be treated in the same regard as a "Hi, how are you?" passing question.  Ain't nobody got time for a complainer when you're merely trying to make small talk.  Lesson learned: Be grateful and gracious and save the complaints for close friends who actually want to know the nitty gritty.

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John-Paul had to make a video for science class on the pectoral group of muscles.  Apparently they could have had a partner to work with, but he said he went to the bathroom and when he came back everybody had a partner and he was the odd man out.  (Isn't that what the last kid picked for dodgeball always says?)



I was actually happy about it because trying to coordinate working with another kid gets too hard.  He did great and wrote the script and filmed himself and did all the hard work, then handed it off to me to edit together into a video using iMovie on my Mac.  I put it all together in about an hour, then spent the next THREE HOURS OF MY LIFE I WILL NEVER GET BACK trying to finalize and export the movie so he could actually show it to his teacher/class.  It was so frustrating that I had done this 42 times before (quite literally) but the one time it was for a school project, it wouldn't work.  Phil finally figured out that I had to make a copy of the project, then delete clips one by one, each time trying to finalize after until it worked.  I guess small clip sizes won't allow you to finalize the project???  Anyway, lesson learned: Don't wait until the day before a project is due to finalize it.  (I added the video below in case you want to waste five minutes learning about pecs and laughing at my kids)



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Between the late nights for the musical this weekend and the full moon, our kids were driving us absolutely bonkers on Sunday.  I'm sure this is shocking to you, as you think we have the perfect family.  
{Insert maniacal laugh}
The boys wouldn't stop wrestling and fighting, Maggie and Declan wouldn't stop crying, and everybody needed a nap and a stiff drink.  Ahem.  Since that wasn't going to work, we packed them all up and went to my nephew's lacrosse game where the kids could just run around outside for 2 hours, and boy did everyone's moods improve.  Lesson learned: When in doubt, head out!  Vitamin D and free spaces make for happy kids.

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Do you follow blogs or Instagram or any social media of someone and feel like it's always you making the effort?  Like how come I always comment on your posts, but you don't even follow me or comment if you do?  Yeah, I hate that feeling, and I realized that I have so many nice commenters here that I have good intentions of replying to, and then...life and stuff.  So I really want to try and respond to each commenter in the combox because I love hearing from you so much, but how would you ever know that?  Lesson learned: Be a good friend to have a good friend.

Now for a slow and hopefully uneventful week, followed by a nice long three day weekend!  And all the people said Amen.  Especially this cranky mama :)

19 comments:

  1. I've tried unsuccessfully to convince my kids to work on their science projects alone. It would be so much easier for ME! But, Sarah's too social - she likes lots of reasons to hang out with her friends. And Peter's too lazy - he knows the more kids in your group, the less work you have to do on your own. Have a great week!

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    1. Hahaha, your kids know what works for them!

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  2. I hear you that it's so hard to know where the line is between being honest about struggles and complaining!

    How nice you felt comfortable sharing your real feelings, though. I have a hard time balancing authenticity with the need to demonstrate unwavering happiness, rainbows, and unicorns as a family that uses NFP and has a larger than average family. I feel like the unofficial spokesperson for such counter-cultural lifestyles, and I don't want to turn anyone off with the honest ups and downs of life.

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    1. Oh I have the same struggles with wanting to present a rosy outlook but I also want people to know that it's not always easy, and if they face difficulties, it's normal! It's a fine line :)

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  3. Just wanted to say "hi," and let you know I'm here. :)

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    1. Hey Natalie, I miss you in the blog world, but at least I can still Insta stalk you :)

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  4. My husband was gone on a camping trip this weekend (I wish), and the child behavior was absolutely nuts. I also blamed the FULL MOON! I will keep you in my prayers for your pregnancy.

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    1. I used to think people were crazy for blaming the full moon. Then I had kids!

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  5. No pressure to comment back to me. I am just a blog reader, not a writer!

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    1. Well hello anyway and thank you for reading!

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  6. I'm 27 weeks, too! I've been trying really hard this time around to be really conscious of being grateful for this blessing and not complain, but man... nothing makes me feel as much like a HUGE complainer in general than being pregnant. ;)

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  7. The not complaining in pregnancy is VERY hard for me. VERY VERY hard. But, I finally understood this last one that my complaints were best directed at the old husband or the sisters. ugh, pregnancy is so hard.

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    1. Yes, and I really have it easy, physically speaking, so much to be grateful for!

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  8. I understand the pain of infertility and miscarriage having experienced both for years, so I try not to complain about being pregnant, but pregnancy is hard. I am very happy to be pregnant, but I still find myself complaining. I think it is natural to complain a little when we are uncomfortable. But you are right in that we should probably save it for family and close friends.

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    1. That makes me feel better Erica! Thank you!

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  9. I was dying at the first paragraph! LOL! And all your memes, too funny! Great lessons but an even greater laugh for the afternoon! And I totally thought you and all your kids were perfect. Thanks for ruining it for me. ;) xoxo

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  10. All your lessons are good ones. I particularly like the one about pregnancy. Towards the end of my pregnancy when someone asked how I was feeling, I was even sick of hearing myself complain. So I would just say, "Well, I'm still here. How are you?" and just get on to talking about something else already! Hang in there.

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  11. My mother-in-law raised 8 kids and taught pre-school. She absolutely swore by the idea that the full moon (or the changing barometric pressure that accompanied a storm) affected the behavior of kids!

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