Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Rub a Dub Dub

Folks in my family take their baths very seriously.



At least, those who still partake in the bathing ritual.

There are a few sellouts who shower.

Which, I do, from time to time.

My favorite bathing location has to be the master bath at my parents' farm.

The bathtub there is some sort of glorious creation of blue and green glass tile and a massive whirlpool tub built into something resembling a miniature deck.

To reach the tub, one has to stand at the very edge of the room and make a running leap.

At least, those of us are more vertically challenged.

I'm sure my 4'11 Momma could easily perform a swan dive as part of her ceremonial bathing.

When I visited last summer, I could always be found at the end of a long, hot day resting and soaking in that tub.

Around the tub is an assortment of wonderous bathing and soaking products.

It's like a dreamy spa... but free and over the top.

The first night, my niece brought in these glorious bath bombs. They were all purple and gold and sparkly. The particular one I tossed in the bath floated and bobbed across the tub leaving in its wake a trail of happiness.

The next night, my mom showed me...wonders of wonders...a box filled with rose petals made from soap. These had been a gift from my sister. I was tempted to sneak them home in my bag, along with the rose-scented wipes my mom kept on her vanity.

To even further the experience, I would drag in a pedestal fan every night and point the thing right at me as I soaked in the tub reading some delicious murder mystery.

It was as close as I was going to get to a vacation near a body of water....let alone a beach.

My own bathtub at home is well-used, though modest.

It is an older tub...not one of those new fiberglass jobs that leave the user feeling as if she is bathing in a sink.

I have my own collection of bathing paraphanlia...not as impressive as my mother's...but I do my best.

There is the Dr. Teal's salts, the essential oils, the marvelous spa brush that exfoliates, and the usual assortment of scrubs, washes, lotions, etc.

I have to share my space with Old Spice body wash, and several bottles of men's shampoo.

One of these days, I am sure that Jesus is going to send me a real-life claw foot tub.

We had one when I was a teenager.

It was wonderful. We lived in an 1800's farmhouse that had let the town grow up around it over the years. This room didn't have a shower. The shower had been added later in a downstairs afterthought.

This bathtub was a work of art.  My mom bought one of those blow-up spa pillows so we could lean back and truly enjoy the soaking experience.

When I am in the tub, I can take some time to let my body relax. The water soothes my achy joints and calms my spirits.

There is something so comforting about those little rituals we have in our life. No matter how poor we've been...where we've lived...the time I have taken to unwind and care for myself has provided something constant and necessary.

There have been seasons that I was physically unable to get into a tub. Or even bath myself. So I don't take it for granted.

I think during this time of uncertainty it's been nice to continue the practice of soaking and thinking.

We don't like to talk about self-care. For most of us, it brings up thoughts of weekly pedicures, hair extensions, and massages.

I'm not going to fuss at you if you participate in any of those things...at least those things you can do when the world isn't locked down.

But...if you are like me and tend to neglect yourself in the care of others...you need to hear this.

It's okay to offer some tender loving care...to yourself.

Your TLC might look differently. A quiet morning with a cup of coffee. A time spent in front of an easel with a little pallet of watercolors. Saving up for those cute, but comfy shoes that will get you through summer and belong. No duct taping the flip-flops this year!

I've been inspired to add to my "spa collection" when we are free to shop at TJ Maxx. I am going to look for some of those rose petals made from soap. And maybe another bath bomb that shoots out purple and gold sparkles.



Sunday, April 19, 2020

Projects to do...

It's late Sunday evening.

I'm in the corner of my comfy couch dressed in my jammies.

I've not felt well today. I'm sure it's not the Rona. It's my annual tour of seasonal allergies. I love spring. Most of it. All the pretty blooming things make me cough. And sneeze.

I also had a fairly unproductive day. I was going to do a bit of house cleaning and laundry. I'm still feeling like a bit of an unrepentant sinner. I haven't been to a physical church service in a month. Does anyone else feel kind of naughty? It's probably the Preacher's Kid in me, too. We didn't miss church unless we were close to dead.

Being a Pastor's wife isn't a whole lot different. I also feel like I have to apologize profusely whenever I miss.

I will have a video out tomorrow. I filmed a little bit of a chat Friday. I was doing church videos so I thought, "why not?" In it, I talk about how I have been struggling with writer's block.

What is ironic is that the next morning I got up and whipped out a blog article for the Homeschooling with Heart (Old Schoolhouse) Blog. I'm not saying it's worth reading but I didn't struggle with it as much as I had anticipated.

This week I do have a list of things to do that are a priority. I still want to be writing. But these are things that need a bit of dedicated time and I am going to take advantage of our continued stay-at-home order.

Josiah and I are going to go through his clothes.

This is going to be scary. Pray for me. The boy doesn't throw anything away. He is emotionally attached to his holey socks. The last few times I have gone through his clothes and scrubbed down his room he was in Missouri at the farm.

Again. Pray for me.

I want to paint a door.

Actually, I would love it The Muffin painted the door. But I"m not going to push my luck. What I think I'll do is start painting the door and look pitiful. I can certainly paint the door myself. But there are other things on my list.

Like weeding out the flower beds and getting some stuff in the ground. I did not inherit my father's green thumb. I think my baby sister did. She also inherited my momma's art skills. I inherited poor eyesight and obsession.

I'm not bitter.

But back to that garden. I have a vision in my head for my front porch. We shall see if I can pull it off. If The Muffin paints that door for me, I might convince him to paint that wicker love seat a friend gave me.

Our front porch has potential. But we still have our Christmas flag flying outside, ya'll. I think it's time to update. I've got a Pinterest board dedicated to the subject of cozy porches. We'll see what I come up with.

Well. I think I've used the remainder of words for the day. I've got another murder mystery I'm reading. I can't stand going to be bed without knowing "who dun-it."

Do you have any projects waiting to be done?



Saturday, April 18, 2020

Today...

My morning began with a phone visit from my pulmonologist's office.

I could get to like these over the phone visits. I got to stay in my nightie. I didn't have to worry about traffic AND nobody asked me to get on a scale. 

The rest of my day was spent in a variety of ways. Some of them productive.

I did make a big ole list of goals. I was inspired to be more specific about said goals.

I am the kind of person who is highly adaptable. Makes me easy to live with and I generally don't fall into the depths of despair.

However, my adaptability also makes it easier to adapt to things that aren't so good for me.

I could elaborate a little more on Taco Bell and/or pie...but I won't.

So this morning, I jotted down a few things that I really, really....really needed to work on. Or wanted to work on.

My list isn't big. Honestly, I know better than that.

But there are a few dreams I have that aren't going to get done by themselves. I got to put a little pedal to the metal.

Today my list is simple.

Finish writing my contribution to the Homeschooling with Heart blog. You can read my article for April here.

Finish the post for our online church service.

Wash a load of clothes.

Make a coconut cake.

Finish that murder mystery.

Practice my crochet.

Tell The Muffin and The Boy that I love them.

Write something down that inspired me while I was in the shower (we all get our inspiration in different ways).

Are my goals too lofty for today? Probably not.

I am not out to cure cancer or rid the world of the Rona.

But I'm sure not going to waste my time whining.

At least, not today.

Be blessed, my friends.



Friday, April 10, 2020

Random (30 Day Blog Challenge)

It's Day 922 of my 30 Day Blog Post.

At this point all is anarchy.

Anarchy, I tell you! Why even bother sticking a scheduled writing plan when pandemics are on the loose?

You folks doing okay?

I feel like we are all living in some poorly written dystopian novel written for preteens.

Minus the zombies and the vampires.

Other than that mess, there are all sorts of cray cray happening.

Some of you have LOST YOUR MIND.

Don't try and tell me any differently. I see what you're posting on Facebook.

I, myself, have different ways of coping.

I may or may not have done some stress shopping at my favorite online boutique. I realize that I really don't have any place to wear some of this cute stuff. Though I did style a really cute pink and navy floral blouse the day before yesterday on my daily walk. I'm sure the neighbors were appreciative to see me in something more than my stretchy pants ensemble.

I may or may not have read too many murder mysteries. I refuse to read something perky. Makes me nauseous.

Yesterday, I participated in the use of Modge Podge. Yes, I did. I Modged Podged some paper mache eggs I had in my craft storage. THIS is exactly why I've hung on to all my craft supplies. I knew I would need all the things during a pandemic!

My most brilliant accomplishment has been to keep all these people feed. Josiah has been eating like he's an 18-year-old boy. Probably because he is an 18-year-old boy.

Sometimes you have to take the win where you can get it. Know what I mean?

I don't know what tomorrow is going to look like. Probably much like today...only with a different pair of stretchy pants. I would say that I am anticipating the day when everything goes back to normal, but then I might not appreciate what the present holds.


Monday, April 6, 2020

Day 963 (30 Day Blog Challenge)

It's Day 963 of my 30 Day Blog Challenge. I should have been finished a couple of weeks ago, but I got way off topic and way behind.

It happens.

And truthfully, I think I should be allowed a little grace. It is my blog. And it is the first time I've ever blogged during a pandemic.

I actually had a post about a thrift store haul scheduled.

Let's face it. I haven't been to a thrift store in a month.

I really, really miss the Goodwill, ya'll.

Sigh.

Currently, I am in the middle of printing something for Josiah to do for his schoolwork. I also made an impulse purchase of a creative writing notebook for him to go through. I plan on doing it with him. Though, frankly, my "to do" list is growing by the hour.

In about 33 minutes, I plan on walking out my backdoor and heading to the left...right around the block and back again.

I have no excuses. It is a bright sunshine day. The extra 524 pounds I have gained since moving to Indiana (you do realize I'm exaggerating) isn't coming off by wishing it away. I don't have any pressing appointments. Just a road, a busted up side-walk, and my tennis shoes.

I really struggled this weekend.

I'm sure many of you did, too.

I am generally an optimistic person. My optimism has kept me alive and kicking through many a dark day. But I also have to watch myself. Watch out that I don't sink into a gopher hole of too much news, and too many opinions.

It's hard to know. It's hard to understand. Unless you live under a rock or in a cave, this has affected you in some way.

More than myself...I worry about everyone else. Are my people taking care of themselves? Do they need someone to run and get something for them?

What is easy to do is to wrap myself up on the comfy couch and hunker down with a good book. But then my home suffers and I begin to smell like 2-week old hot dogs. It's all I can do to not eat my feelings. Last night I found a box of stale raisins.

What I should have had was a hot cup of tea and a good attitude.

Just being honest.

So I've made myself do all the things.

Wash the clothes. Mop the kitchen floor. Twice.  A pot of beans is in the crockpot and there is only a dirty coffee cup and spoon sitting in the sink.

Later on, after I've taken care of the people that live with me, I'll find time to dive into that murder mystery I have waiting for me beside the comfy couch.

I have plans this week to draw on my eyebrows and put on some lipgloss. It might even happen tomorrow.

Be safe, my friends.


Wednesday, April 1, 2020

My Best Advice (for homeschooling during a pandemic)


Crazy Feeling? Stressed? Homeschooling? Worried? I Gotchu!


Hi, my friends.

I do realize I am cutting into my regularly scheduled 30 Day Blog Challenge (I think this is Day 42). 

But I have heard your cries. Everywhere I turn on my Social Media accounts there are those of you who feel driven to drink (I personally am a teetotaler and have to rely on chocolate). Your “homeschooling” journey was suddenly thrust upon you. Not only do you now have to keep these people in your house ALIVE but you also have to school their little brains.

Some of you are doing so while continuing to work. Some of you struggling financially. Some of you just need adult interaction.

I am about to lay down some of my very best advice…EVAH.

I am not going to go into my own pitiful experiences. Just know that I understand. Sometimes life is HARD! 

But we have been homeschooling since my son began first grade and he is now a Senior. I also taught in my former life...most of my teaching experience has been with the Littles. I do have a few tricks. 

It always hasn't been an easy road. 


But we managed and I kept the boy alive. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be a Sudden Homeschooler. At least, I planned for my trip down the long and windy path that is homeschooling. I got to read up, plan up, and pray up.

Just remember that none of this is normal. One good thing is that, basically, we are all in this together. We need to lift each other up. 

So here’s what I got for you.

·         Don’t beat yourself up. It’s okay to not have all the answers or feel like everything is under control. First of all, we have to let ourselves feel all the feelings. And remind ourselves that God wasn’t surprised. For one, think of this time as a way to fill your tank up and pour as much of yourself into your kids. Within reason, however. Some of us introverts can’t tolerate the peoples being around ALL THE TIME.

·         Don’t feel like you have to manage your “homeschool” like a traditional classroom. Homeschoolers “homeschool” a thousand different ways. Most of us don’t really spend a whole lot of time at home (at least that used to be the case). We were busy exploring, taking field trips, visiting art museums, hanging out at the library, playing sports, and blowing things up at our weekly co-op meetings. This staying home stuff is new for us too. The point is though is that you are not going to be able to duplicate the traditional classroom experience at home. Unless somebody wants to try and make me some of those cinnamon rolls my elementary school cafeteria used to serve. Then I’m all about the whole school experience.

·         A routine is important. Even if it is a really laid-back routine. Most kids thrive on routines. This might look like a certain time to wake up in the morning, followed by a list of self-care tasks. After breakfast, you could schedule “schooltime” with plenty of breaks built in. There is no reason why your kiddos should be doing school all day.  If you struggle with a kiddo who is a “piddler” try using a timer. Works wonders. 


·         Take some time in your schedule to get some fresh air. Even if it is for a 5-minute nature scavenger hunt in the front yard. That fresh air does a body good. We lived in an apartment for quite a few years. We also didn’t live in a very safe neighborhood. My son used to stand out on the balcony and entertain the neighbors coming home from work. We also grew a few tomato plants on that same balcony. You do what you can.

·         Make a list of read alouds for you and your kids to read together. We have always scheduled our read alouds for after lunch. I will make a treat and we will enjoy hot tea or hot chocolate. Let your kids do something quiet while you read. Legos, playdough, drawing. Just no sleeping. I let Audio Books do a lot of the work for me. I do have a post of some of my favorites here.

·          Establish some time moving each day. I have some printable cards on my blog called “Brain Breaks.” Any time you think your people need a break, have somebody draw one of these cards. You can also surprise them with an impromptu dance party.

·         Help stimulate an Attitude of Gratitude. Develop a habit of listing your blessings. Talk to your kids about what they are grateful for. Make a daily list and keep track.

·         Did you know that play is cathartic?  When I was a younger teacher, there was a program for at-risk preschoolers that revolved around play. The idea was that these kids had little opportunity to just "play." At home, they might have to worry about being hungry, being in a dangerous situation, or have little to play with.  There is something very healing and therapeutic about free play. You don’t have to initiate or come up with creative activities. Just let them play. If you are overwhelmed with the sheer amount of mess that free play might cause, only allow out a certain amount of toys at a time. Your kiddo doesn’t need the Legos, and the building blocks, and the Playdough out at the same time. Sometimes they don’t need as much stimulation as you think they do. I will try and post my very FAVORITE playdough recipe sometimes this week. 


·          Cooking is a very educational activity. There are so many skills to learn while cooking. Don’t discount what you are teaching your kids simply by having them help you prepare a meal. There are many homeschoolers across the universe that add the simple task of having their kids help cook to their "Home Ec" course of study. Next, you could do a course in the proper way to fold towels. Amen and Amen.

·         Don’t worry about trying to do it all. Just focus on what your child’s teacher requires. Hopefully, you will have a bit more time to assist your student if extra help is required. Fill in those days at home with extra play, plenty of books and encourage your kids to express their creativity. We are working through some easy Youtube drawing lessons. It doesn't have to be fancy. 


·         Your child might not know how to entertain him or herself. He or she is used to being guided and directed during their school hours. Sometimes they think they require stimulation and direction. We never have had this issue. However, I see all kinds of lists floating around during the summertime. If your child is struggling with “boredom” consider creating an activity list or jar as potential ideas for them to follow.

·          One of my secret weapons when I taught was peaceful classical music. I piped it into my classroom most days. I continued when I started homeschooling. In fact, I have some playing right now. You will be surprised how it stimulates the brain but calms the soul.

·         Another secret weapon is my sophisticated planner called the Spiral Notebook. I do have a simple planner with a calendar that I jot down appointments and “whatnot.” But the Spiral Notebook is what I use to make lists, make goals, meal plans AND Josiah has his very own for his list of chores and school assignments. That way there is no confusion.


·         Establish “Quiet Time.” Everyone needs some time during the day when they can refocus and regroup. Some might require naps. You could also encourage free reading or if you are like us we like to spend this time watching a documentary. Nothing says “quiet time” like the adventures of scientists living in the white vastness of Antarctica.

·          Make your meals simple. You don’t have to grind your own wheat and churn your own butter. I realize that this is the image that many have of “homeschooling.” We have made our own butter as part of an activity but I did that when I was teaching too. Most days I offer the same few things for breakfast and then a few different things for lunch every week. I do try and stay away from sugary cereal. You probably understand why. I went and saw a lecture from Temple Grandin one time. She said to feed your kids eggs and bacon. I try and take her advice. Many suppers are started in the morning in my crockpot. We do “you get what you get and you don’t throw a fit” in our homeschool. I guarantee your kids have heard that little ditty at school. The one thing you can do to make your meals memorable is to use your good china and have the kids set the table. Even canned soup looks special in a china bowl. 

·         Establish some self-care routines. You have to do it. You must be getting rest. You must be filling your body with good foods and plenty of fluids. I am in a couple of the high-risk categories for the coronavirus. It is important that I keep doing what I know to do. It has also been helpful for me to limit my views of the news and social media. Everybody is going nuts! If I spend my days and hours following all the Corona rabbit trails…let’s just say it’s not good. I personally love long hot baths, hot cups of tea, books, a little crocheting. We all have to have ways to practice self-comfort.

·          We are all struggling to remain on our best behavior. I have had my fair share of crying jags. And I’m an introvert! I don’t need to see people all the days of my life. but all of this is just so UNREAL! It’s important we give each other grace. Practice reacting in a way that will not bring shame to your household, your children and your children’s children. What you writes on the internets stays on the internets. 


·         Find a way to encourage your children to be a helper and an encourager. Even if it is to make cards for those who work at your local hospital or the seniors from your church. It’s hard to feel helpless. Being kind goes a long way.

·         Some of you will thrive during this time. You will grab the pandemic bull by the horns and get all the things done. Most of us will be lucky to make it through the morning without tearing up the house for at least one stale M&M. I have been known to hide in the bathroom. Don’t think about the long term. Take your day in chunks. Manage those chunks of time and worry about the rest as it comes. As Scarlett O’Hara says, “Tomorrow is another day…”

Scarlett knows what she’s talking about.


 If you have any questions or just need to vent...I'm your girl. Take care! 



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