Building a Foundation

Our pastor says, “You are responsible for how you raise your kids, not for how they turn out.” I like this. I like it a lot. Because sometimes, no matter what you do, your child goes astray. And sometimes, based on how they turned out, you would never guess that two children were raised by the same parents. Heck, it was true even back in the Bible days. Samuel’s sons? Eli’s sons? Talk about disappointment. If you don’t prepare your heart for at least a little bit of that disappointment, you may be in for a horrible shock.

But….while as a parent, I can’t guarantee an outcome, I can try to build a foundation that will give my daughter her best chance at life. I can choose activities and actions that will give her a childhood that will be a comfort to lean on once she’s an adult.

ImageAbrielle is too small for a lot of things right now, but this summer I’m looking forward to: more trips to the park, a trip to the zoo (Abrielle loves animals), visiting Daddy at World Beat, going to the library to play, trying out the splash pad at the park, and of course, all the ordinary things (diaper changing, cleaning banana off the floor, making her take naps, correcting her, keeping her from pulling the cat’s tail).

If you have a child, how are you building their foundation? How about your own childhood?


I’m a “do it now” kind of girl. Wanting to finish that scrapbooking but just ran out of rubber cement? It can’t wait til tomorrow (obviously), so I run to the store to buy rubber cement. Sewing project half way through but ran out of thread? Walmart, here I come.

The same is true with packing which is why I have felt ragged for this entire week. Emotionally and physically. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. We submitted an apartment application on May 17th, and got approved the following Thursday. After getting the approval phone call, I went into a flurry of action–packing, making lists, printing checklists off the internet, locating boxes, deciding on a Uhaul, getting rid of more junk. It has been crazy. And I just haven’t stopped. We moved in on Saturday the 8th. I hate putting things off, so instead of resting on Saturday night and Sunday, I basically unpacked most of the boxes.


Our apartment kitchen which I couldn’t resist getting into order

Monday is when it hit me. I have about 7 bruises, a ton of scrapes and when I stand for very long my back muscles feel like they are burning around my spine. Oh, and I’ve had a migraine every day since Saturday. Now it’s Thursday. I forced myself to rest yesterday, even though there are just a couple things left to do. I guess I’m not very good at pacing myself. I finally feel semi-human today. I don’t really have a migraine today. I managed to get to the gym (which does wonders for my emotional well-being). I ate a proper breakfast and lunch and even got in a nap.

How about you? Are you good at pacing yourself or do you tend to just keep pushing yourself along?

Moving: Hates and Loves

5 Things I Hate About Moving:

1)      Packing. Having to decide how to categorize things and keep them in the right box. Dealing with awkward items (like the 4 large glass bowls I had to pack).

2)      Leaving the good memories behind. Our apartment on Liberty St was our first apartment and I’ll always treasure our memories there. It’s hard to leave that behind.

3)      Cleaning the old place.  Truly, it didn’t take as long as I expected, but it’s still hard to clean a place you’re leaving.

4)      All the details. I felt like I had endless lists going as I made reminders to myself and worked on our change of address.

5)      The stress of wondering if we made the wrong decision to move.


Old apartment right before I started packing

5 Things I Love About Moving:

1)      It’s a chance to dejunk even better. I thought I had gotten rid of all our extra stuff, but something about the thought of packing certain items convinced me to just let them go.

2)      It’s also a chance to “dejunk” the fridge, freezer and pantry. That bag of frozen beans that has long since been freezer burned to death? In the trash, letting it go. Those cans of soup that I HATE? Gone.

3)      The increased decorating potential. In our case, we went from a two bedroom to a three bedroom apartment. I now have the joy of deciding what to do with our enormous bathroom. I’m also excited because we’ve gone from having two  windows to having six windows which means I can decide which ones I’d like to do curtains for. 🙂

4)      It’s a great time to reorganize things. For me this means it’s a chance to start over in the kitchen and make a system that REALLY works for us. I decided to leave the china breakables packed in a box since they’re actually safer there and I’m not using them at the moment.

5)      Letting go of the things I hated in our old apartment. Like the color of the cabinets. Or the way you plug in the drain in the bathroom tub. Or the fact that there was no overhead lighting in the bedrooms.

Packing Up and Moving On

I was going to wait and write a post once we had moved into our new place, but I feel compelled to say something about the place in which we’ve spent the last 4 years. I’ve spent my entire married life in our current apartment! (Entire being: a big whopping 4 years)

Now that I’ve pulled down all the pictures and nails, packed up the cupboards and boxed nearly everything, I’m sitting here feeling like we don’t really have a home right now. We don’t really live here, and we don’t really live in our new apartment yet. It’s a bittersweet move. I’m excited about gaining an extra bedroom and getting to have a washer and dryer IN our apartment. I’m excited about being 1/2 mile from my husband’s job. I’m sad to be leaving this particular neighborhood with the lovely sidewalks. In a way, I feel like we’re leaving Abrielle’s babyhood behind and moving straight into her toddler years. I’m sad thinking of all the great memories we have in our old apartment, but there are a few memories I’ll be relieved to leave behind.

I really detest moving and I’ll be so relieved once it’s over. This last week I’ve been trying to use up what’s in our pantry and refrigerator and we’re basically down to PB&J and cheese and crackers. I’ve been drinking milk out of a mug and craving sugar like nobody’s business.

I would upload a picture of all our packed boxes, but the camera cord is–you guessed it–packed up! So, pictures to come once we get settled into our new apartment.