A robber, a bad man, or maybe…..

Tonight around 10 pm I was standing at my kitchen sink washing dishes and out the corner of my eye I could have sworn I saw a dark figure go past the little window in front of me.  I shook it off, telling myself, “Oh I’m sure it’s nothing.” And went back to washing.  But I couldn’t help but keep glancing up and out the window.  And a few minutes later there it was again!  This time I was SURE it was a tall dark figure of a man who went quickly past my window.  I yelled for my husband who was in the next room to come, as I crossed the room to try to look out the next window.

I see the tall figure of a man rushing down our sidewalk.  Then he stops for a second, and what’s that?

What’s that he’s doing?

Did he just sweep something off my sidewalk?

That’s when I saw just enough of the jacket to know it was my DAD.

I flipped the porch lights on and off.  And I waved and he waved back.  I waited a few minutes for him to walk home, then I called my parents and told my Mom to tell my Dad that the next time someone asks him what his hobbies are he’s going to have to include, “SCARING THE CRAP OUT OF DEB !”     🙂

Now that my dad is retired, you just never know where he’s going to be.  Or when.

Now I wouldn’t want anyone to mistake anything I say.  I mean how many people love you enough to walk to your house in 19 degree weather to sweep your sidewalk because another 2 inches of snow came down since he last took a leaf blower to it earlier in the evening?  Seriously?  How many people do you know?  Exactly.

My parents are great.  And I love that my Daddy loves me enough to do sweet stuff like that.  But seriously… he needs to call and give me a heads-up first or something.  Or I’m going to have a heart attack one of these days!

See the thing about those moments is that you don’t think logically.  Had I used that pesky little thing called logic, I would know that if anybody else had even stepped foot around here, the dogs would have went completely and totally BAT SHIT CRAZY. The likelihood of anyone setting foot within 200 yards of my house without everyone knowing about it is about…. zilch.  So the chances that someone could walk down the sidewalk without so much as a peep from my family’s army of furred guards ranging from 10 lbs to nearly 200 lbs… well ….  it aint’ happenin.  And anyone stupid enough to try it well, I feel sorry for them, because if the dogs don’t get them, one of the many well-armed Veterans around here just might.  But the problem is, in the moment of standing there washing the dishes, None of that LOGICAL crap runs through my mind.  All that runs through my mind is,
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH  SOMEONE JUST RAN BY THE WINDOW!!!”

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Go stick your hands in some warm dish water!

I’ve been battling a severe iron deficiency for quite a while now.  One of the many annoying side effects of this is that I have become very cold natured.  (Emphasis on the very.)   The weather has turned colder and I am freeeeeezing today.  Everyone else in the house is of course, fine.

Have you ever had one of those moments that made you think of something from your past? Not the big stuff.  We all get reminders of the big stuff.  But just little things?

Today I had one of those, while shivering in the kitchen thinking about how cold I was.  I remembered when I was a kid and my maternal Grandmother was one of the most hot-natured people I’ve ever met.  My Grandpa was on the total opposite side of the spectrum.  On more than one 70 to 80 degree day he was known to turn the heat on in his truck.

But Grandpa was frequently cold inside the house.  He and Gram never agreed on temperature.  And Gram slaving away in a hot kitchen, didn’t help the issue much.  My Grandma LOVED to feed people. She didn’t just cook a meal, she made feasts.  As my uncle often put it, “She makes enough to feed an Army!”

Every Sunday after church we went to their house for dinner.  And nearly every Sunday my Grandpa complained about being cold.  He’d wear a jacket inside the house, and stand in front of one of their gas stoves, warming his back.  And every time he complained about being cold, Gram would always have the same response.

“Well if you’re so cold, go stick your hands in some warm dish water!”, then she’d tilt her head sideways and give him a playful grin.

🙂

And often he’d go do the dishes.

So today I’m following Gram’s advice.  I’m cold, and I’m going to stick my hands in some warm dish water!

Ask Me Anything

So awhile back I posted an invite to ask me anything, and I thought today I’d get around to answering one of the questions I received.  So here it goes….

Dorky Deb,

What is one of the things you find most challenging about being a parent?

I think there are many things that I find challenging (yet worthwhile) as a parent.  I think being a mother is the hardest job I have ever had, yet by far the most rewarding.  But this one thing in particular was really on my mind yesterday, so I will mention it.  One of the things that I find most challenging is the feeling of always being behind.  There is only so much time in a day, and for me only so much ability to do things, and if I spend a chunk of time doing one thing it feels like 5 other things get behind.  You have to really prioritize because for every one thing you choose to do, you are basically choosing to not do five others.  I think that is the experience of many mothers, not just those with health issues.  But one of the things that I really enjoyed before children and before my accident was the feeling of a long hard days work (at my job and around my home) and being “done” for the day.

I never really feel “done” for the day anymore.  And that’s mostly my fault for perceiving it that way, I suppose.  I am in many ways the stereotypical type A personality and when that personality is in a body that does less than what they want it to do, it’s pretty easy to end up frustrated.  But I do find great satisfaction in “good” days health wise, and whatever I can get accomplished.

For example yesterday I had some energy so I thought I would tackle cleaning out the kid’s closets of shirts & dresses that didn’t fit anymore.  I just did this in the spring.  But there was a rather large number of shirts that just didn’t fit anymore, for both my son and my daughter.  So I tackled that tonight.  I was so satisfied during the process.  I was at the end of my rope physically by the end.  But thrilled to have it done and to make space for their new larger shirts we purchased this week. But as I was finishing that old familiar feeling of gloom set in.  The – Darn it! I am out of steam and have this, this, this, this, this and this I still want/need to do – feeling.  I hate that feeling.  It takes a very conscious effort to remind myself that I need to be thankful for the ability to have done what I have, and tackle the rest as I can.

So that’s my answer – Never feeling like I’m finished for the day.  Always wishing I had more time, more energy, and more accomplished for/with my children.

But they are worth every moment.  Every frustration.  It pales in comparison to the overwhelming love and joy they bring to my life every single day.

At this exact moment, as I type this, my 6-year-old daughter is in the bathtub happily singing “Home on the Range” at the top of her lungs.  And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

🙂

If you’d like to share, leave me a comment and let me know one of the things you find challenging as a parent.

~ And if you have a question you’d like for me to consider in a future “Ask Me Anything”?
Send it to
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