A Spoonful of Sugar

Making every day life as a mom just a little bit sweeter.

May Moving Madness~No Time For Tired May 23, 2010

Last night, as I packed up box #100, I started feeling extremely sleepy. It was only 10:30, but felt like 2 a.m. My head was hurting, and then I realized it’s because I still had my sunglasses on top of my head from hours earlier. Nice. Staying up every night packing, organizing, finishing school with the girls, making phone calls closing up shop here, and opening up shop there, etc…etc…while still trying to get in some down time has taken up most of my days lately. It’s hard to stay motivated, especially when ‘home’ no longer feels like ‘home’ because it is inundated with boxes and smells like packing tape instead of my favorite candle.


I was losing motivation.

Wanting to take a break…okay, more like a ‘spring’ break.

I was about to quit when it hit me and I just knew…

it is time

Time to take out the big guns.

To unleash the beast.

Time to bust out the one thing that keeps me motivated every time I look in the mirror…



That’s right, baby…it’s Old Faithful

my Wonder Woman shirt!!!

It’s faded, bleach-stained, the bottom in unraveling and I just don’t care.

No matter how tired I am, when I put on ‘the shirt’, I have a rep to protect.

An image to uphold!

I can’t, and won’t let my girl down!!

Let’s do this thing.


(My bloggy friend Heidi over at wonderwomanwannabe.com would be proud!)

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May Moving Madness~The Boomerang Theory May 22, 2010

As you can see by this:

things are getting pretty stressful around here.

I don’t want to bore you with the details…you know, the tape, the boxes, the permanent markers, the packing lists, the, the….

oh, sorry… I said I wouldn’t bore you…my bad!

Although this journey has been a definite faith builder as I described in this post, it’s still stressful, tiring and well…

let’s just say that I wouldn’t go straight to fun.

We’re at a point where most of our stuff is in boxes, so it’s difficult to look around and see home, and for me, that’s hard.

I said yesterday that I was going to post about the two awards I received, and pass them on to other bloggers today,

but I’m going to need a little more time in order to do it well. I don’t want to just throw it together.

That wouldn’t be fair to the recipients.

They deserve more than that, so I will be honoring them in a future post.

Besides, I need to share with you a Mommy tidbit that I had to chew on yesterday and it got stuck in my teeth.

Here’s my story:

As a SAHM, this is my home, my office, my retreat, my workplace, and, well, my domain.

It’s hard to feel put together when everything around me is pulled apart.

Yes, I know that God is in charge, and I only have ten days to go.

That’s what keeps the little bit of sanity left in my brain from jumping out the window.

Well, that and my amazing husband and three incredible daughters.

Yesterday, I gave my 12 year old a plastic bin and told her to put all of their DVD’s in it so that they were packed, but accessible.

Well, she took them out of cardboard box #38, and put them in the bin as I had requested.

Great, right? Well, when I walked in her room 20 minutes later, I looked at the lid of that white bin that I had given her,

and saw that she had ‘labeled’ the lid of the bin in huge black permanent marker, canceling out any further plans I had for it.

It now looked like one of her journals, with flowers, smiley faces, exclamation points adorning it from corner to corner,

and a big #38 circled in the center and her name in block letters underneath.

Now, you would think that maybe I should look at that and say, “Aww! How cute! Look how creative she is!

She even labeled and numbered it appropriately keeping up with her psycho mommy’s packing list!”

No. I didn’t. My OCD took over and I flipped out.

“What were you thinking?!” I believe is the first thing I said. Then I think I followed it with:

“Now I can’t use that bin for anything else! I can’t get that marker off of there!

It’s not a cardboard box we’re just going to throw away!”

Brilliant. Great job, Mom. Way to go.

“I’m sorry, Mom! But I took some of those DVD’s out of Box #38, and it’s already listed on the packing list!

So I thought I had to label that too, or we’d be looking for box #38 and it wouldn’t be here!”


Why was I so mad? Why couldn’t I seem to quickly get past this one? What the big deal!? It’s a stupid plastic bin!


I knew I was totally overreacting! IT’S JUST A BIN, PEOPLE!!! I wanted to scream!

I wanted to scream because I was really mad, but knew I was being really ridiculous!!

So, I turned, walked out of her room, into mine, closed slammed the door, and finished getting ready.

We were leaving to go to the graduation that my Home Economics class catered last night.

The whole “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all”

principle that our moms drilled into our heads as kids?

Yeah, well, Moms? That applies to us, too. Walk away. Storm away if you have to!

Trust me, it’s far less damaging than spitting fiery hurtful words out at our kids and

expecting them to come out on the other side of our emotional explosion unscathed.

Ten minutes later, she walked in my room, sheepishly. “I’m sorry Mom.” she said.

Still upset, (for no reason that I can give that’s worth a flip) I looked at her and said,

“I know you are. I also know that I shouldn’t be as angry as I am and I can’t explain it. I am angry.

Furious! But I shouldn’t be and I don’t know what to say.”

Sometimes being completely honest with your kids, especially at that age, is the most beneficial.

They’re not stupid, and they have the memory of an elephant.

I’d rather my girls remember my crazy moments as times where they were able to have compassion for me,

instead of them causing wounds that will scar over and be a constant reminder of the hurt I put them through.

“As angry as I feel,” I said, “I know you did what you thought was right,

and I appreciate you trying to keep up with my lists and my crazy rules. I can’t explain my attitude,

but you need to know that it’s not about you, and I need to get over myself. Just bear with me.”

Just then, my ten-year-old walked in. Her middle name is Grace. Her first name also means Grace.

God knew what He was doing with that one.

She looked at me in my sorry attitudinal state and said, “We have Grace Tickets for you too, Mom.”


Well, I wouldn’t say that yesterday was the greatest Mommy day for me,

and I certainly wouldn’t say that I’m proud of my attitude,or my lack of ability to show self-control,

but I can definitely say that I experienced the Grace of God through my girls.

They hugged me, loved me, and softened my hard attitude in a matter of minutes.

No matter what that silly bin represented in my warped scattered mind, when it comes down to it, it’s only a bin.

A silly plastic bin that can be replaced in a matter of minutes with less money than I spent at the Dollar Store last week.

Weigh it moms. Pick your battles. Don’t allow your narrow-minded plans to dictate your attitude or reactions.

It may be permissible, but it’s certainly not beneficial.

You will definitely experience yourself through your children…good or bad, as a mirrored image.

So, allow me to give you a friendly woman to woman, mommy to mommy reminder.

What you put in those kids will inevitably come back to either haunt you, or bless you.

It’s what I call the Boomerang Theory.

You know, the whole ‘reaping what you sow’ thing?

It’s really true, and it really works….for you, or against you. Good or bad.

We are all going to have days that don’t exactly put us in the running for Mom of the Year.

It’s a good thing that kids don’t expect perfection, and neither does God.

They are not glaring down at us when we show our ugly sides and imperfections, but it’s our reactions to,

and whether or not we are ruled by those imperfections that dictates the outcome and ultimately our reputation.

Although I was irrational in my behavior and wasn’t proud of my attitude,

by stepping back, being honest and allowing room for Grace to be spilled, there was success in the end.

What emotional boomerang are you throwing out there that will inevitably come right to you?


Me!? The Die-Hard SAHM!? No Way! April 30, 2010

Filed under: SAHM Alert!,The Happy Wives Club — Janine Chance @ 4:00 am


Long time no talk, or read, I should say!

Since I started my blog at the end of January, I have posted at least once a day.

This week I blogged Monday morning, thinking I was going to be able to blog Monday night for Tuesday, and so on and so forth.

No problem, right?

Not so much. “Ugh,”

({said my task-oriented mind})

Anyway… here’s my story, not to be mistaken for a short one:

We all have our strengths and weaknesses.

My weaknesses are….well…let’s just save that for another day… or week, ok…month…Oh, never mind!

I would be arthritic by the time I finished that post!

({obnoxiously blowing the hair out of my eyes here})

One of my strengths, however, is organization…you know, how to make life easier, more convenient… and definitely more enjoyable.

So I thought, how can I turn this into a career of some sort?

Something to supplement our income? Hmmm…My girls are getting bigger… I have a little more freedom with my time…

Then one day a friend came over and went to put something away in my Tupperware cabinet.

She opened it and said, “This is sick! Look how organized you are!

I wish someone would come to my house and show me how to get this organized!”

Ding, Ding, Ding! Oh yeah! The light went on! This was the A-HA moment for me!

THAT I could do…and would LOVE to do…so the wheels began to turn…

You see, I have an absolute passion for the moms of this world. Working moms, SAH moms, single moms, whatever! I love walking through Wal-Mart and seeing that new mommy with a screaming baby. You know, the one whose hair is haphazardly thrown into a bun, juggling the can of powdered formula, frantically trying to make a bottle and keep her newborns screams at bay with a pacifier while using her knee to push the stroller back and forth like a mad woman?

You’ve all seen her. If you were being completely honest,

you’d say that you WERE that woman at some point in time,in some similar scenario!

I know I was!

Yeah, yeah, I’m getting to the WHY part…I certainly don’t enjoy it because

‘I’m glad I wasn’t the only one’, or because ‘I’m just a big ole meanie who delights in watching other moms struggle.’

And it’s certainly not because ‘I am just so wonderful and think that I’m perfect and have it all together.’

Not even remotely.

It’s because I love being able (especially now that my girls are older) to offer my services to make the bottle for that frantic mom, while she picks up the now-purple screaming newborn baby. Hopefully, I’ll lighten her load, even if it’s for just a brief moment.

Or being able to run a shopping cart over to the mom who is picking up the contents of her purse from the middle of the parking lot, which spilled because she had to bend over to pick up a dropped toy while juggling twin toddlers on her hips!

Or how about even just being an ear to the new mommy who is exhausted, and standing in line just dying to brag, yet once again, about her two month old who turned over sixteen times yesterday, which makes every lost hour of sleep worth it.

Let’s face it Moms…WE NEED EACH OTHER!

No, I’m not a saint, but I do believe it was God Himself who put this passion, and compassion in my heart. But my passion goes way beyond the walls of Wal-Mart. How can I help moms to cope with the day-in, day-out life of being a Mom? How can I help these weary women love their jobs, and make their home environment one that they are at peace with? How do I market myself like that? What is that even called?!

I know there’s definitely a need for it!

Yeah, I hear ya’…blogging is definitely one of those ways. I know I have absolutely loved the awesome relationships and encouragement I have experienced since joining with other cyber-mommies.

However, I am a people person. As much as I love this,

I want to be able to hand a tissue over, or make a real cup of coffee…not just offer a coupon…ya’ know?!

But how?!

I know, you’re probably thinking to yourself, ‘Get with it, woman! People have been doing jobs just like that for like, forever!’

Well, I have never claimed to be ‘with it’ when it comes to the business world and where it has been for the last 12 years. My ‘business’ has been wrapped around diapers, sippee cups, spelling tests, play dates, potty chairs, time-out benches, kissing boo-boo’s, barbies down the toilet, bath time, soccer schedules, dance recitals, now turned stay-up-until-she-gets-home-from-youth-group junkie, etc…etc…etc….oh, of course not excluding my role as pastor’s wife, family secretary, home economics teacher, beautician, gardener, and honorary Geek Squad wannabe!!*


*breath taken here*

*hair flicked out of face here*

**Disclaimer – NO – I do not know who Pete is and I’m not sorry he got dragged into all of this.

Look, I certainly don’t claim to know it all, or to be the best at any of it.

What I do know, is that if your home is not put together so that you can function,

any amount of stress beyond that can, and most likely, will put you over the edge.

So, that friend who wanted her cabinets organized?

She called me and asked me if she could be my very first client!

It couldn’t have been more perfect! I know her family really well, and it would be a great test run. I knew I could help her, and that I could gain experience about the business end of it. So, I said yes. I packed up the kids, the schoolbooks, and went.

(It does help that we’re at the end of our school year and in ‘finish up’ mode!)

Well, after working a near 45 hours in a three-day period of time putting together a home office (they run a business out of their home), re-organizing their kitchen, and re-vamping every inch of the basic living space in the home, I was exhausted, but elated.

Don’t get me wrong…it was the biggest organization job I’ve ever done on any home including my own, but the look on her face when she walked in after I was completely finished, filled my tank of satisfaction to overflowing. There was finally a place for everything…a place that made sense.

I think I even saw her breathe and smile at the same time!

Now, I do have to say, I definitely worked the first day for the pay, but the other two days were personal. I love her and her family, and wanted to go above and beyond for them, so the first day, I was an employee. The other two, I was just a friend. I love being my own boss!

This was it! I really can do this…and LOVE it! You know, the whole “The perfect job* is the one where you come home after a full days work and feel like you didn’t work a minute?” Well, it’s true!

* Disclaimer – No job will ever provide the satisfaction, or joy we experience as a mom.

Working moms, SAH Moms, Single Moms, and the like. Never!

Okay, having said that, let me correct myself. The perfect ‘paid’ job is the one where you come home after a full days work and feel like you didn’t work a minute, but you have a bona fide paycheck in hand that proves that you did!

So my friends, this is the excuse for my silence this week. I hope I haven’t bored you to tears…but if you’re still reading, you either enjoyed it, you’re just really patient…or you’re just a really faithful friend! In any case, thanks.

I took some before and after pics…not a bunch, and they were with my cell phone, but you’ll get the idea.

We’ll see what happens from here. What I do know, is that I’m very sleepy, but I’ll definitely fall asleep with a smile on my face because I made a difference this week…and for that, I am way thankful. That just makes me happy.


These pictures were taken as an afterthought…use your imagination…and give your imagination about 45 hours to kick in…


Before the home office was an office...


Office bliss...

Could this really be the answer to staying home with your kids AND getting monthly pedicures?

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