Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Why Do Women Do That?

Sometimes, as an adult woman, I find myself saying things to/about myself that are deplorable. We've all been there. C'mon...you know what I'm talking about. You underestimate yourself. You devalue yourself. You put yourself down.

Why.
Do.
Women.
Do.
That?

I read a piece once (and many blog posts) that discussed this very subject. In it, the author discussed how we should never say things to/about ourselves that we wouldn't say to our daughters. Or our sisters. Or our friends. If we treat these people with such respect and kindness, why do we fail to do that for ourselves?

Imagine with me, for a moment, that you are a little girl. Look at your daughter (or sister, or granddaughter, or friend's daughter) and imagine that this little girl is you. What would you tell her? What would you tell her about life? About love? About self esteem? About her looks? What would you say to her, if she questioned her worth?

Would you tell her that she is fat? That she isn't worthy of love or friendship? That she'll never be good enough? Smart enough? Thin enough? Worthy of your time, attention or love? Would you look down on her for mistakes she'd made? Would you never, ever forgive? Would you belittle her? Would you point out ever flaw and criticize her every attempt?

Of course you wouldn't.

So why do women do that to themselves?

Why is it, that no matter how smart or funny or pretty or special or kind or caring, other people say that we are...we can't believe them? Why can't we see what they see? Why can't we admit that we are damn amazing? That we ARE worth it. That we ARE special. That perfection is a myth that will never be obtained?

Why do we let others tear us down? Why let them have that power over us? Would we tear our daughters down, or idly sit by and watch someone else tear them down?

No, we wouldn't. We would stand up for them.

So why don't women do that for themselves? Why don't we stand up for ourselves and not allow others to make us feel unworthy or inferior?

We may be adults...but we used to be little girls. Someone's daughter. Someone's sister. Someone's friend. Perhaps it's time that we learn to stand up for that little girl, in us all. The little girl in us, still asking if she's good enough.

Someone has to stand up for her. If you don't...who will?

Monday, September 27, 2010

Family Reunion

This weekend we had our first family reunion with Mom's side of the family, since she passed away. We haven't seen most of them since her funeral, 16 months ago.

It was great reconnecting with them and it was in such a beautiful area, I couldn't help but whip out my camera for yet MORE pics of my brood. I'm thinking that I might keep these cute little devils.

Here is just a "few" of my favorites.


Little Man Lukey


Ryleigh Roo

Avers

I always knew they acted like monkeys...putting them in a tree is perfect!

Peanut

My Twins of Terror. These two have always been close.

Blowing a dandelion.

Such cuties!

Silly kids. I love this one.
They were such good sports about all the pictures. :)


I love these monkeys.

Bailey Boo

Friday, September 24, 2010

How To Go Crazy...In 10 Easy Steps

This morning has been utter hell. Stick with me...

1. Tried to purchase Microsoft Office for Josh's new computer. Charge wouldn't go through.

2. Called Microsoft and they tried. "Uhhh...we don't know why it's not working..." Well, thanks for nothing.

3. Called the bank. "It looks like fraud! We stopped it!" Well...it isn't. Fix it, please.

4. It's fixed! Put charge through.

5. Bank calls again, "We see fraud!" No you don't. I just fixed this with someone else. *sigh*

6. Wait for email with download link. Finally get it...it says the charge didn't go through.

7. Call bank. "Nope...went through okay." Eff me. Seriously? Ugh.

8.  Call Microsoft. "Well we show one cancelled and one pending." Yeah, well you know what? Cancel it all. ALL OF IT. Leeann is DONE. (And while I was on the phone with them, I checked out Walmart and it's $20 cheaper. Boo-yeah!)

9. This all took a better part of 2 hours. During that time my 3 youngest took all the couch cushions off the couch, spread a bag of popcorn all over my first floor, dumped crayons all over the floor, tore up a notebook all over the floor, shut off my modem in my office, dumped another bag of popcorn all over my office floor, pulled all the blankets out of the blanket closet and destroyed the boy's room.

10. My lunch burned while I was discovering their fun.

I need a padded room.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

If I Can Answer Yes...

Sometimes...life gets the better of me.

I get dragged into the middle of things I don't want to be dragged into. I let things get to me, that I shouldn't. I get bogged down, emotionally, by things that I shouldn't have to worry about. I get overwhelmed, by things that drain me, for no reason. I worry too much about what other people think.

When really...all that matters at the end of the day...is, did I do my best by these people?


If I can answer yes...then I've done my job. Everything else will just have to resolve itself.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Picture Perfect

 Getting the perfect photo...with five wiggly subjects...always proves to be a challenge. Someone is usually crying, looking away, or giving some crazy, goofy smile. But, when you get a photo that you're happy with...even if it isn't perfect...it makes it worth the trouble.

Today, we just needed to get out of the house. It had been one of those weekends and we needed a break. The sun was shining and the wind was blowing, but we dealt with it, the best we could.

I may not have gotten one of those photos that screams perfection...but I captured the perfection of five of the most fabulous people on the planet.
 
My Fabulous Five

I love Presley's face. I wish the sun wouldn't have been such of a challenge.

This little piggy...

Avery teaching Peanut how to write...

Chasing Daddy's shadow

My little man

I love these munchkins.

After hearing "Smile! Smile! Say Cheese!", they were happy to hear me say, "Gimme a funny face!"

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I'm Proud of You

You're amazing. You don't believe it often enough...but, you are. The amount of things you can accomplish on a daily basis is incredible. I often don't understand how you juggle it all.

Things aren't always easy and I know you have your melt-downs. There are times when things seem to go all wrong and you are too hard on yourself. You think it's all your fault. Why do you do that? If you don't take credit for everything going right in life...why take all the blame with things get messed up? Learn to let go. No one expects perfection from you.

I'm proud of you. I'm proud of who you are...and who you are becoming. I'm proud of the way you raise your children and the values you are instilling in them. I'm proud of the things you do for other people and how you try to show that you care. I'm proud of the life you are creating for your family and the plans you have for the future. I'm proud of how hard you work at everything you do.

I'm proud of you... Leeann. Even when things are hard and life is crazy and nothing seems to be going your way...remember all that you have to be proud of.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

I'm Not Older...I'm Wiser

It seems appropriate that my 900th post on this blog, be in celebration of my 29th birthday.

 I'm still a "spring chicken", as my Pepe likes to say, but I've learned a lot, during this *gasp!* almost 3 decades.

We all take our our roads to happiness. We find our own way to success and fulfillment. I can't copy someone else's path and expect the same outcome as them. Here are just a "few" things I've learned, making my own way in this world, during this last year.

* Letting go of things is healthy, but do it on your own terms and timeline. * Broken hearts will heal, but there will always be a scar. * I'm a lot stronger, physically and mentally, than I think I am. * Procrastination can be a good strategy. * Friendship can be found in unexpected places. * Discipline is not the same for every child. * Trust. Your. Instincts. * Learning to love yourself is a life long process. * The pain of losing someone never really goes away. * Laughter really is the best medicine. * Set your goals high. You never know who is watching you soar. * Trust others. * Ask for help when you need it. * Sometimes you have to let people go, even though you can't imagine living without them. * Making time for yourself is important. * Making time for your marriage is important, too. * Smiling makes you prettier. * People will talk. Let them. * There's nothing better for your psyche than a really good hug. * Praise gets your point across faster than ridicule. * Some people will always disappoint you. Love them anyway. * Tickling can be more effective than yelling. * Try new things. * Giving 100% in all areas of your life, isn't always necessary. Discover your priorities. No one will die because there are dirty dishes in the sink. * Take the time to play. * Don't let other people change you, unless you really want to change. * Open communication is so important. * Patience and perseverance are necessary to get you where you want to go.

Happy birthday, to myself. I'm not where I want to be yet...but I'm getting closer every day.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Because That's The Kind Of Day I'm Having

I just sent my kindergartner to her 2nd day of school, covered in mustard, (from lunch) and in her sister's shoes (because she can't find hers).

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

And she was late.

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

My kitchen floor is covered in dog food, lettuce and cheese.

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

I made blueberry muffins for breakfast and when I put mine down to referee a fight...the dog ate mine.

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

There is a ham sandwich at the bottom of my stairs.

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

It's 11:46 and Presley is already down for her second nap.

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

I haven't done yesterday's or today's dishes.

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

My hair is in a dripping wet ponytail and I have no make up on...and I have a doctor's appointment in two hours.

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

If Josh tells me he is going golfing, one more time this season, I will probably file for divorce.

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

I haven't even looked at my work for the day, and as such, I will be up till the wee hours of the night doing it.

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

All I've eaten today is a snack size Mint 3 Musketeers.

Because that's the kind of day I'm having.

I'm going to take a 20 minute nap, put a smile on my face, clean up my house, start dinner, shave my legs, go to the doctor, finish my work, print out my school papers and make chocolate pudding for dessert.

Because that's the kind of Mom, I am.