I’ve been musing lately over the etymology of words. I love languages and find it fascinating to study the similarities and differences between them. I love to understand the roots of words and histories of idioms. One word that has been brain fodder for some time now is Responsibility. I am trying to take responsibility for my problems and my life. For my state of mind, my vibration, and all that that entails. Responsibility should be empowering, not crippling.
I have had a rough couple of months and have not kept up here. I am struggling to improve my parenting skills and my housekeeping skills both at the same time. I know, it’s crazy. I have been watching decluttering videos on Youtube for inspiration and it is helping. Today I got my desk cleared. Again. This seems like a never ending battle as everything that either doesn’t have a home or has a home but no one feels like putting it there, gets plopped on my desk, making it my problem now. And I admit, a lot of this stuff was put here with my own hands. So today’s post is simply a list of all the stuff I found on my desk. Now mind you, the computer keyboard is broken, so I have to use a USB keyboard, and the computer overheats fairly easily, so it sits up on a cookie rack to improve air flow beneath it. But all this stuff was stifling it from the sides. As you can see, it looks ready to fall off the side. Ready? Continue reading →
I have a problem with clutter, with which I have struggled all of my life. I cannot remember ever living in a house that was not cluttered. For 15 years, I have been attempting to address it in fits and starts. I remember when I was about 10 or 11, my father complained that there was never a clean flat surface in the house. I can only seem to keep any surface clean for a few hours at a time. Continue reading →
Weight is such a heavy topic in our culture. We, especially women, are bombarded with messages pushing us to be thinner, or more fit. Weight is equated with health, and if you want to be healthy, you have to be within a certain weight range. And of course, everyone else knows exactly what you need to do to get yourself into that range. You have to eat certain things, not eat certain things, exercise more, and generally make yourself miserable and hate your body. We also aren’t allowed to say that we are fat. We may say that we need to lose weight, but God forbid we call anyone fat. Fat is almost a swear word. Continue reading →
When I was young, my parents taught me my manners. I’m sure yours did, too. But I have noticed that those manners have evolved over the decades. The manners I teach my children are slightly different from what my parents taught me. Why? Aren’t manners considered timeless? Well yes, but not really. Politeness varies from culture to culture. In some cultures, slurping your soup is considered polite, while in others, it is considered rude. Continue reading →
There are things that everyone knows hippies do. They eat organic, they reuse water bottles, they recycle, they wear their hair long, and they do yoga. Then there are things the hardcore hippies do. They cloth diaper, they drink kombucha, they boycott Amazon and Walmart, and they don’t shave. So what kind of person refuses to use paper for anything but writing and drawing? That is too much for most of even the hardcore hippies. Today I’m going to show you how to switch away from paper products for hygiene. Are you ready?
Today I want to share with you a diaper cover tutorial for cloth diapers. According to Pubmed, many children still wet their beds at age 5 more than 6 times per year. My daughter A is one of them. Every morning that she wakes up dry, she gets a sticker on the calendar. Last month (February) she got 19 stickers. So far this month, she has 9 stickers. This means she has an accident approximately 1/3 of the time. This month, she was sick for two of those wet nights, and she is on a five day streak right now. I have told her that once she goes a whole week staying dry, she can wear underwear to bed. Continue reading →
I have often berated you for all the things I thought you did wrong in raising me. Since our relationship over the years has fluctuated between close and very distant, it has been easy to find fault with your decisions. I have made it very clear that I was not happy. But as we have our space from each other again (and we both know that the quality of our relationship has been in inverse proportion to how close we live to each other), I am coming to see just how many things you did right for me. I keep hearing myself saying, “Oh, my mom taught me …” and I am seeing now just how ungrateful I have been. Continue reading →
Over the last twenty years, I have spent time as both a working mom and a stay home mom. For as long as I can remember, my career plans were to be a mother. My mother left the workforce when I was born to be a stay home mom for me and my brothers-to-come. Nearly all of my friends while I was growing up had stay home moms. This was in the ’80s, and the poor children who didn’t have stay home parents were called latch-key kids. I haven’t heard that term in a very long time now. It seems to have become the norm rather than the exception. Continue reading →
Wow, it has been silent here for a while hasn’t it? We have had a very crazy February here at our house. I have been struggling with feeling helpless and hopeless for the last few weeks, which is not a great motivator for me to write. We have had snowstorm after snowstorm, with another one due to hit today. We battled a stomach virus, with five of the six of us succumbing. And my second oldest has moved back home. That is a lot of upheaval for two weeks. Continue reading →