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Mother of the Year Goes to.... Not Me

Every morning I go to the gym to exercise. I love it because I have a lot of friends there (it's my adult interaction for the day...hahah...but seriously...), endorphins are released, I feel powerful and strong....etc. Fast forward to about 10 minutes after I arrive home.

Kids are fighting over who grabbed the box of cereal first.

Tears are rolling down cheeks from, "Cameron looked at me in a mean way."

Fights are breaking out between who has to be the flippin' monkey in the middle...

You get the idea.

So pretty much all the good I do at 5:30 in the wee early morning hours gets completely undone. (Perhaps I should schedule my workouts to after the kids leave for school instead?)

Anyway, today was no different. The kids actually all got ready on their own really well without any fights. They had a good 20 minutes to kill before we had to leave for school. They decided to play a game (but not the blasted Monkey in the Middle game...No! No! I banned that game [and 'jinx&#…

Desk Therapy

Everyone has some type of an outlet that makes them feel better. One of mine is writing (hence this blog), and the other is restoring/refinishing furniture. I love finding something old/ugly that needs a little TLC. In fact, when we were looking for a home a few months ago, we knew we didn't want something that was brand spankin' new. We wanted to put our own touch on it.

Projects my husband and I have done together have been:
  • Refinishing kitchen cabinets (4 times to be exact. lol. Let's just say I couldn't make up my mind: we started off with cherry cabinets, then painted them an espresso color, followed by bright white. Then when we moved, we painted our oak cabinets white as well. I love the clean, bright look). 
  • Finishing our basement
  • LOTS of painting jobs
  • Backsplash
  • Refinishing dressers/nightstands/dining tables
  • I'm sure there are more, but I can't think of any more off the top of my head
Working on home projects like this together makes me  happy. It's a time where we both are disconnected from the electronic world, and have time to actually TALK to each other and de-stress from our week.

But since having kids, it seems like our projects have changed a bit--Matt ends up doing most of it, and I end up wrangling the kids like a herd of pigs in a pen.

After a particularly stressful week (and now that it's the holidays and basketball season, that means we're even more busy), I needed some therapeutic time to myself. I had been looking for a computer desk  to refinish since our current set up was a 6 ft folding table and didn't exactly go with our decor. I found one after several weeks, and got to work sanding it. I hadn't finished it by the time Matt got home, so he ate dinner, then went in the garage to finish it.

I followed him right out and said, "Um...what are you doing?"

"Finishing your desk," he responded.

Umm...that's nice. It REALLY is. I know TONS of people who would love for a husband to do EVERYTHING on their honey-do list. But not this mama. I like his help, but this project was MINE. I NEEDED it.

Have you ever read the book, The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman? (If you haven't, you totally need to! It's very eye opening and you'll find  yourself giggling thinking, "Hey I know someone like that!" or "It's so true! That's me!") Well, Matt's love language is service. He demonstrates his love/affection to me mostly through his service. It's wonderful! It REALLY is! There's nothing wrong with that...

Except when this mama needs a break and needs to do something for herself.

I communicated with Matt that I appreciated his help, but I really wanted to do it myself.

Is that selfish?

No, no it's not. Because I know what I need to be a better mom/wife. And if being a better/mom wife means 60 minutes sanding/painting a computer desk and making it look pretty and giving me some sanity, then this mama is gonna get 'er done!

I'm happy to report, the desk is done. I love how it turned out! It's beautiful!

And I'm sane.

For now.


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