I borrowed these family rules from the principle over at Lawrence Virtual Academy (which is the school I'm using for homeschooling my daughter, see links below) and I turned them into a more decorative sign of sorts. My intent is for you to be able to download this art/text and use them yourself, if you'd like. I'm not technologically inclined so it may not work like I envision. Regardless, feel free to e-mail me and I'll send the file to you in either PDF or JPEG format.
Lawrence Virtual Academy through K12.com
In life, and especially in parenting, all you need on "those days" is duct tape and a straight jacket and everything gets better. Grab a cup of coffee and join me on my crazy journey to stay sane!
August 12, 2015
August 8, 2015
Homeless
We are currently in the midst of a very big life transition
for our family. My husband is moving
into active duty Army from his current service as a Reservist. He’s only been in the Reserves a year but he
loves it so much he’s going full-time.
That process as a whole has been interesting. “Hurry up and wait”, no truer words have ever
been spoken in regards to the military.
Due to several mistakes (mostly on the part of his Unit Administrator)
he was delayed for training. Of course,
we didn’t find this out until I’d already made plans to spend the three months
we expected him to be gone with my mom and step dad. So, we’d already given up our lease on the
house we were renting, I’d purchased one-way tickets to the Pacific Northwest,
and I’d braced the kids for a big transition; only to find out my husband wasn’t
going to training in June but rather, the end of August.
Off we went, leaving the hubby behind to work and save
money, him staying at a local conference center/ campsite dormitory. His plan was to meet up with us in the Pacific
Northwest at the beginning of August to spend two weeks with us before leaving
(finally) for training in August. Well,
things worked out differently than we’d planned (surprise) and we flew back out
to my dad’s house in the mid-west to stay with him, altogether, as a family for
a month and a half. In September, the
kids and I (hubby will be at his training) will fly to the east coast to visit with
my sister for about 6 weeks until the hubs graduates. After that, it’s onto our first duty station
and (hopefully) some stability.
All this to say, we’re in the middle of about 6 months of
being homeless. Not
living-on-the-streets homeless, just without our own place. We are dependent, completely, on the goodwill
of others. Talk about humbling! This post, and at least the next post, will
be related to the lessons I’ve learned thus far in regards to our living
conditions. Though, I suspect there will
be many further posts referring back to this state, considering how far
reaching one’s living conditions are.
The first, and most important lesson I’ve learned is the
importance of building a strong community around yourself. Though I have been, and will be, staying with
family the friends around me have been vital! My most important task upon
reaching the Pacific Northwest was to find a church that was ready and willing
to connect with us. After four weeks of
attempting to find that at my mom’s church, and failing, I set off on my own
and was met with success. I have to say,
it was terrifying. I found a women’s
Bible study and went. I know connections
are easier on a one-on-one level and so I figured a Bible study would be better
than the church service. There is
honestly nothing scarier than to walk into a room full of women you don’t
know. I was emotionally raw and super
vulnerable. Rather than hiding that, I
embraced it. Why the fear? Well, as the former fat kid/dorky nerd girl
(formerly fat, still dorky and nerdy) I got a lot of teasing as a kid. I struggled with OCD issues and had a lot of
odd habits that were easy targets for the bullying sort. My sister used to walk me to school on a
leash and have the special needs kids pet me. Yeah. I struggled to fit in. I
get it. I really do. It’s hard to be vulnerable. To open yourself up to be hurt. Something happens after our school years and
it becomes really hard to let others in.
It takes tons of persistence and an insane vulnerability to make good
friends. But it is worth it. So very
worth it!
I scanned a room of
about 8 huge round tables and picked one.
I walked up to a table half-full and asked, “May I join you?” And what
do you know! They all smiled and said, “Yes!”
No horns. No snickering. No
judging. Just honest acceptance. Praise the Lord! By the end of our two hours
together I had found my new tribe! It was heartbreaking to leave those
beautiful women when the time came.
The most valuable lesson I have learned in my life to date
is the importance of investing in people.
Not only is it important because it forces you to be less selfish (maybe
one day I’ll write a whole blog on just that), but it is important because when
life gets hard the investment carries a return.
Here in the mid-west I had/have a wonderful group of friends to rely
on. These are the women I go to when the
kids drive me crazy, when my life is too much, when life is fantastic and I just
need to celebrate. They’re like sisters
to me. I pray for them daily. I am blessed to know them. When they hurt, I hurt. That kind of friendship. Being used to that and then leaving left me
feeling quite disjointed. I knew that it
was important to find women in my new area to invest in. By going to a smaller group setting and
putting myself out there (even fearing rejection) I showed them that I was in
it to win it! I would encourage you to
see who you can connect with, who you can serve. You may be surprised, and amazingly blessed, with
the results.
August 4, 2015
Face Lift
Alright, here’s the deal.
Craig keeps insisting that I blog.
He thinks I have some talent with the written word or whatever. I enjoy the creative outlet that it gives me
but I don’t enjoy the sense of commitment required to build a legit blog. All that considered, I’m blogging. I’m hoping to commit to twice a week with
this. I’ve changed the name from My One
And A Half Cents to Duct Tape And Straight Jackets. Couple reasons. One, it just sort of feels
like a name change was warranted. You know how in scripture any time there is a
big event people’s names are being changed?
Same thing here. But less flashy.
Maybe. Two, I didn’t really have a
strong connection with MOAAHC as a name.
I just kind of picked it. Now,
Duct Tape and Straight Jackets? That I
have a connection with. My running joke
is that all I need for parenting is duct tape and a straight jacket. Kids being rowdy? Duct tape and a straight
jacket. Kids talking back? Duct tape and
a straight jacket. Won’t sit still at
dinner? Duct tape and a straight jacket. Won’t take a nap? Duct tape and a
straight jacket. See? Soothes all
parenting woes. Of course I have never,
and would never, actually use duct tape and a straight jacket on my kids. But sometimes just the thought makes it all
better.
I plan to write about whatever strikes my fancy. Sometimes that will be a crack at cheese-ball
humor other times it will be more serious.
I promise it will always be real. Real life, real struggles, real
joy. Coming up (Thursday, hopefully) I
intend to write on what I lovingly refer to as my current state of
homelessness. Granted I’m not actually
living on the streets but I am without my own house. I’m learning a lot in this time and I’m seeing
some interesting things in my kids. I
also am wanting to process some of my thoughts on my daughter’s Tourette’s
diagnosis and her accompanying OCD/ Anxiety disorders. There’s a lot of stuff to unpack there, let
me tell ya! Mommy guilt, my own history
with OCD behaviors, etc. I’m embarking on an online public school homeschooling
adventure with my daughter as well this year. Oh! And let’s not forget the 3
year old Mr. Man who still needs to be potty trained. Lots of fun coming up!
My wonderful hubby gave this to me for Mother's Day a few years back. A real joker he is! Put it in a frame, behind glass. How am I supposed to access it quickly???
If you want to see my more professional, have it all together side, join me at The Clean Life.
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