Let the "Adventure" End!

The other day, I managed to find time to chat with my friend, Meredith...sweet, happy Meredith. And I always feel like the big, dark shadow next to her...Point being, she suggested I blog about my recent life changing time. Apparently, my recall of events was slightly humorous.

So.

Jan. 15th, Drew moved in with his parents in Odessa because he changed professions and is now sellling oil field automation and other equipment. I stayed in the house we'd been renting in Alpine with the 4 kids to finish out the school year. He began searching for a home for us in Midland.

Second week of February I was finally free to go view homes in Midland. We met with realtor and discovered homes were a piping hot commodity. After placing offers on six homes and being outbid or flat beat to the punch (seriously, one house we offered on without even seeing, a mere 15 minutes after it was placed on the market, and the sellers already had an accepted contract with two backups.) We redirected our search, found a house, made an offer and discovered that we were dealing with a relocation company. Fine. Counter here, counter there. Contract accepted, end of March.

Meanwhile, the rental house the kids and I were living in was sold, but the closing date was messed up and set to close in the middle of May. School didn't get out until May 31st. So - we had to find another house to live in for a few weeks.

Wait.

Wasn't this supposed to be funny. Right now, even just recounting the mess in a factual manner, I want to cuss. A lot.

It makes me angry and disappointed that it is now freakin' June 12th and we aren't living in Midland. In fact, the kids and I are now in Sweetwater. Drew is going back and forth between San Antonio, Artesia, Midland and Andrews making sales calls and staying some nights in Odessa, some nights in Sweetwater and weeks at a time in San Antonio. At this point, I'm ambivilant about where we live. We've looked at some incredible options in Sweetwater. I think the house in Midland will be fine for about 2 years. I don't care. I just want us to be back in a house together.

Which brings us to the times I was in the house we were in for the last 3 weeks in Alpine. We call it the Rock House. Lovely. Affordable. Decorated with mainly white furniture. Did I mention our children are ages 7, 5, 2 and 1. And we eat a lot of tomato-based food items.

WHITE FURNITURE!

More to come. I'm currently trying to decide if working is worth it. My photography business is overwhelmed with work that I'm struggling to keep up with while taking care of the kids and being somewhat homeless.

Trudging through mud and dragging everyone with me...

Too often I feel like I spend my days trudging through mud and dragging everyone with me. All five of them. Uphill. With at least 2 of them crying. One pouting. One whining. And the big one, my husband, digging in his heels.

Anyone else feel that way? Sometimes it's getting ready for church or school, or while trying to pick up the house before a client comes by. Other times, it is just a regular day and I seem to be the only one working toward the goals of the day. Maybe I'm the only one aware of all the things on the "to do" list...

but sometimes, the days are easy. and we make cupcakes. and decorate them. and the messy kitchen doesn't matter.

the loads of laundry are small in comparison to the returning health of the two little ones. stomach bugs seem to be the only thing the 1 year old and 2 year old want to share these days.

Case = Meerkat, Stroman = Captain America, Lexi=LadyBug, Cyd=Taylor Swift

stroman was a very convincing Captain America

and we managed to get everyone dressed up to go trick or treating. and attend the local fall festival. i even had a conversation with another adult other than my husband. remarkable!

case and madeleine

And we managed to visit some dear friends. Case and Miss M were born on the same day!

My attempt at craftiness. It sparkles. I love!

Cydney's rockin' her Taylor Swift outfit.

Lexi isn't pouting, she's chomping on candy!

Sometimes, trudging through the mud to get things done is the only way anything happens, but it is all a blessing!

sometimes our heart does break

stroman's been a main topic here lately. until mid-January, he'd been home with me and that means lots of talking with momma time. sometimes it's funny. sometimes it's exhausting. but most often listening to stroman makes me tear up.

tonight we received news that a man from our church had a massive heart attack while taking part in one of his favorite activities, swimming.

while we waited for word from the hospital, stroman and cydney were on their beds looking at a few books. i was holding case, begging him to go to sleep. (which he refused.) meanwhile, drew had gone to read with the kids.

i should probably tell you that we are open with our children about life. we feel that they need to know about the realities of life and death. we try to make sure they are aware of dangers but not scared of the world. we discuss heaven and hell, usually as answers to their questions.

tonight, drew told them about our friend.

cydney and stroman came running to get me to do prayers and stroman said, "hey mom, you wanna come pray for George (our dog that died last year), Sammy (his friend from pre-K who stapled his thumb this week) and the man who had an accident in the pool at daddy's school and his heart broke?"

his words were so completely innocent, honest and perfectly described what happened. dan's heart did break. after we had tucked the bigs in bed, we learned that Dan had died. we are comforted to know that his relationship with God was strong, yet we are sad that we won't be able to enjoy him anymore. we ache for his family and hope they have peace and comfort during what must be an incredibly challenging time.

and we will stop to listen more to what our children have to say in their uniquely honest ways.

It's Almost Valentine's Day...

which means I'll be right on time if I get my photos from Christmas online today!

a little room to breathe here people!

i just finished the best book...ROOM.

stayed up late. didn't do a thing this a.m. until i finished it.

lovely use of language. still thinking about the characters.

meanwhile...look what i found on the external today...

Case

Lexi

she really likes hats

drew took this one...beautiful!

Cydney before Christmas Program



but she's really a rock star...



Santa Drew



Santa Stroman



Laren & Lexi



Case...fortunate the other punks can't read his shirt!



The Snake-Killing Fire Power of Three Year Olds

"Mom, did I tell you about when Tegin and I killed-ed a snake?" Stroman asked one night during dinner.

"No, babe," I replied. "What happened?"

"We were, um, in the pasture. I mean, the jungle..." gulp, gulp, gulp (drinking milk like he's never been so thirsty), sigh. "And we were neeking up on an elephant with our rifles, like what Mibter Bic (Mister Vic) has and we saw a big, huge rattlesnake chasing us."

"Then what happened?"

"Tegin gave me his blue rifle with the bullets in it and I shot the snake with the scope, and then he closed his eyes."

"Tegin closed his eyes?"

"NO MOM! We don't point rifles at people!"

"Really? So, was the snake dead?"

"YES MOM! I told you we killed-ed him"

liar, liar, pants on fire.

let's be honest. i'm just glad to have pants on.

even if they are on fire.

last week i was fortunate enough to spend some time chatting with my former neighbor, Mindi.

and i promised her i would blog over the weekend, but life happened and i didn't make time for it.

it's wednesday and here i sit. trying to decide what i could share...

it's beyond time that we begin "The Chronicles of Tegin and Stroman"

Tegin was a boy who went to school with Stroman in New Mexico. He is a precious tow-headed kid...youngest of 4 kids and just a joy to be around. Stroman played with him daily. Until the day Tegin switched schools. (Sometimes I pray that it wasn't something Stroman did that made the precious boy change schools.) Since then, Stroman just hasn't let go of his friendship with Tegin. In fact, they still play together...at least in Stroman's imagination.

So, I've been jotting down the intriguing adventures that Tegin and Stroman experience.

betterthanexpected

that's said in a whisper...today i am betterthanexpected.

but i'm skittish to say that too LOUDLY or the world could crash again...

we've had a hellish busy week...let's start with Jal softball...we cruise into Jal, NM after dropping Lexi & Stroman with grandparents. bank temp reads a smooth 105 - holy cow - i'm 32 weeks pregnant and about to photograph almost 200 girls in 105 degree heat! think anyone would notice if i was hiding in the trees and drew took all the pics? we got it done...and had tons of fun. followed by 3 gallons of water and gatorade on the drive back to Odessa then to Alpine.

this was drew's last week to teach swimming lessons at sul ross. can you believe my dh has been teaching swimming lessons for 20 years! started at 13 and he's so great with the kids! cydney and stroman are both great swimmers because of him. and i've been taking pics of the little swimmers...

also, before we left roswell, we worked in some 1 year pics with mr. jace & i just had to share some of them with you guys...he's one of the happiest kids ever...plus, he and lexi had a sweet affection for each other at Grace nursery, so if the arranged marriage can be secured now, i've got pics of my future son-in-law!

Cydney has been gone to visit her father for 3 weeks and comes back this weekend! We are so excited to see the little bit again & have her back home. It's been interesting how Stroman has handled her being gone...sleeping in her bed every night. I'm glad she has a relationship with her father but the summers are the hardest time for me because she's gone for such long stretches of time...

what is wrong with me? no short answers here...

relocated? check.
basically unpacked? check.
in love with my husband? check.
adorable children? check. 3 healthy and one on the way.
happy woman? ouch. well, there are some days...okay moments of the day. um...no. not happy. not the joyful pregnant lady i should be. not the one i want to be. not the one i believe God intends for me to be.

and i can't determine why not. there isn't anything in my life that should keep me from being happy. except me.

did you know i don't answer my phone?
like ever.
because i am avoiding dealing with life.

even work calls. i hate them. love work. love the people i work with/for and yet, i HATE it when the phone rings. it has the power to ruin my day.

today i fought with my husband because the house was dirty...but the issue was really that i can't keep the house, kids, work-life, car, laundry, dishes, etc. perfectly clean and have any energy left in the day to make sure i look human. i try not to go to the grocery store because i don't want to get upset with the kids if they don't act the way i expect. and i'm tired...this pregnancy is easy, but i'm trying to do too many things at once.

and it is completely making me crazy. so hopefully simply admitting the problem will help me plow forward...

here's to happiness & hoping i can find it.