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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

How to Change Your Expectations So You Like Your Life (Part 2)


First, if you haven't read Part 1 go back and do it.

Done? Awesome.

So you heard me whine and complain about how hard my life was going to be because of that darn NFP. I've since had a change of heart. This post is about how that change happened. But first it's confession time, lest you think I cured myself in 4 months with 10 easy steps.

I still have a bad case of the "what if's?"

What if the trend continues and I get another high needs baby that's even worse than the last one?

What if we have 15 kids?

What if something goes wrong with one of my future pregnancies or my husband dies and leaves me to provide for 15 children by myself or (fill in some other terrible event created by my sick and twisted brain).

Who me?

I still have a hard time trusting that God has my best interests in mind when he allows bad things to happen. It's been a huge spiritual struggle for me over the last two years. In fact the reason this post is coming months and months after the first part is that I was overcome by the urge to just give up on life because what was the point? It didn't seem like the appropriate time to finish a post about how to like your life... the irony wasn't lost on me.

So now that you know I'm only human, just like you, let's move on now to some things that are helping me change my thinking.


Time and Perspective 

After living NFP for awhile it's changed me. Changed the way I think about sex, marriage and children. (I'm working on a follow up post on my current thoughts concerning NFP.) It's helped me to let go of some of that control I cling to so tightly.

I realized that I just don't know what's going to happen to me in the future. My husband and I have made so many plans for our life and do you know how many of them turned out the way we planned them? Approximately... none. God doesn't want us to worry about tomorrow so He probably doesn't want me to worry about some terrible imaginary future that I've concocted for myself. Have I mentioned that I'm a bit of a pessimist? I'm working on it.

In my whining I mentioned that I always wanted lots of kids but I didn't know how hard it would be. I started to feel crushed under all the needs of three little people. I seriously wondered whether I was cut our for this motherhood stuff. Then I read this article by Simcha. What she said was very similar to the advice I got from other moms of big families: what I was going through was only a phase and that adding to a big family was more like adding a big kid to where you are now rather than adding another baby. Now I see that they were right! I was in the midst of one of the hardest phases of my life: three kids 5 and under with a high needs baby, a husband in school, isolated from family and friends, suffering from postpartum depression and with the finances of a college student to boot. But then something happened, my kids did get older, only a few months older but it made all the difference in the world. My 5 year old was suddenly able to do all kinds of helpful things. My stubborn 3 year old finally potty trained. Lemur the Screamer started napping! NAPPPING! Yes, he was over a year old before he started napping, you have permission to feel sorry for me and send me sympathy gifts.

For me? You're too kind!
Remember to that in life we cycle through good times and bad, feasts and fasts, so give yourself a few weeks/months/years for things to change before you give up on life. In the midst of the craziness it's hard to remember that it will pass but it does. Even if in the moment it is excruciatingly, painstakingly slow (I am speaking from experience, trust me), a few years is a very small amount of time in the grand scheme of things. Also don't be afraid to ask those who are ahead of you in life for some encouragement, advice and help. Please don't be afraid to ask for help.


Stopping the "If Only's" and Accepting Where I Was

For a long time I thought things like: If only we had become Catholic sooner, maybe then we would be better at NFP. If only we hadn't married so young, then we wouldn't have so many fertile years left. If only my husband were more involved in charting. If only my baby wasn't so needy. If only my husband wasn't in school.

This did not help. At. All. Um... duh. Right?

I had to accept where I was. I had to accept who I was. Coming to grips with reality is one of the first steps to healing from just about anything.

You can't do anything about your circumstances if you spend all your time wishing to change things that can't be changed. You have to move on to acceptance before you can effect change in areas that can be changed!


Owning My Choices

A friend told me that I shouldn't let life just happen to me, that I should own my choices.

Accepting responsibility is not my strong suite. I am the queen of making excuses for myself. I chose to use NFP but then I wanted to blame NFP for my life's troubles. It wasn't NFP's fault. I made a decision. I didn't want to stand behind it because it didn't fit with the vision in my head of children spaced just so, without all that pesky self-control. I let things happen to me rather than accepting those things as a result of my choice and it made me miserable.

Now I realize that to choose NFP is to choose self-sacrifice or to choose the (very likely, in my own case) possibility of babies, although those definitely come with a good dose of self-sacrifice as well. And now instead of feeling sorry for myself I'm owning the fact that I prefer babies. Can you blame me?



Don't let life just happen to you. Make choices you can stand behind and stand behind your choices. Know what the consequences of your actions could be and accept responsibility for them, you will be happier for it.


Choose to Make the Best of It

I really hate the saying "Happiness is a choice" because sometimes things are happening and you just can't wake up, look in the mirror and say "I'm going to be happy today." I think making the best of it is a much more realistic option. You can be stuck in a crappy situation but decide that you will do whatever you can to make things as good as they can be.

Just because someone is being a jerk or you're dirt poor, or you're life isn't going the way you had oh so carefully planned, doesn't mean that you are doomed to misery. You have find a way to work around the realities of your life. You may not be able to change reality but you can change how you deal with it.


Make Time for Yourself


Even if it's just twenty minutes in the bathtub to be alone with your thoughts. Take it from me, if you don't, and especially if you are at home all day with young children, you will go crazy and start to wonder...

Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know?

Self care is key. I don't mean things like going to the spa once a week. I mean things like getting enough sleep, showering, finding some time to do something that makes you feel human again. Find what keeps you sane and do that thing, make time for that thing however you can. It's quite unusual the way moms do it alone today, in the past they either hired help or lived in multi-generational homes with grandmas and aunts and cousins to help out. Doing all the things on your own is not normal or even possible!

You need some time to breathe, some time to do what makes you feel like you. 


So... How to Change Your Expectations So You Like Your Life?

Ann Voskamp once said "Expectations kill relationships." It's true. So expect less from other people and more from yourself. When you go about your life expecting other people to act in a certain way or fulfill your needs (especially when you don't even tell them what those needs are) you are setting yourself and others up for failure. You are the only person you can change.

Expect reality to be real (not the Disney version). Expect to not be in control. Expect things to not go as planned. Assume that if something doesn't work out it just wasn't meant to be. I think of this quote by Jean-Pierre de Caussade often.
"You would be very ashamed if you knew what the experiences you call setbacks, upheavals, pointless disturbances and tedious annoyances really are. You would realize that your complaints about them, are nothing more nor less than blasphemies - though that never occurs to you. Nothing happens to you except by the will of God, and yet [God's] beloved children curse it because they do not know it for what it is."

Expect suffering. It happens to us all. It's sometimes hard to understand why but we can give it purpose by offering it up for someone.

Except people to be people but assume the best. If something is stolen out of your car assume that whoever stole it needed it more than you do. If your child misbehaves assume that they are tired or something is bothering them. Assume the same thing when your spouse is grouchy. (If you were the one having a bad day how much better would you respond to your spouse offering you a cup of tea and the chance at a nap than a scolding?)

Try to have realistic expectations. Realize that in certain seasons of your life you will not be able to do some of the things you dream about doing but remember that seasons pass. Try to live where you are now. Be present. Don't dream of the future while in the present only to dream of the past in the future.

I guess the summary of what I'm trying to say would be if you expect life to give you lemons but instead it gives you fish please accept that you have a fish and don't try to make lemonade out of it. Life is only what you make it after all.









Friday, February 7, 2014

7 Quick Takes: Episode #2, The Life of a Mom or Why I Haven't Finished That Follow-up Post Version





So yes, I am a serious slacker. I have yet to finish the follow-up post that I promised you. I am possibly a bit OCD and a little busy with suddenly having a freak out over my husband's impending graduation/job search plus mom things. I have included the following anecdotes for your pleasure...


Today my 16 month old 'Lemur the Screamer' is having a very fussy day so I was pretty happy when he was contentedly bouncing on my lap until... I smelled something.



Then I looked down.



You moms almost certainly know what I was bound to find.

Poop.

Yes, his diaper had failed to do it's duty by holding his doody. His entire backside and my entire front side were completely covered in poop.

I searched in desperation for the wipes, which are hard to locate now that I've lost my diaper bag. When I finally found them and began the clean up someone knocked on the door. Then the phone rang. Seriously. This isn't the first or even the second or third time this has happened to me in my mothering career. Is it like a law of motherhood that all the people suddenly need you when you're covered in poop?!


I was so tired this morning I could barely stir the muffin mix, not exaggerating, and the bags under my eyes have bags under them.


My three year old is quite hilarious. The other day my husband was doing something with a knife and told said three year old that kids shouldn't do that, only grown-ups. Then the eerily intuitive boy says "Yeah! Only grown-ups can do what their not supposed to."


Another hilarious three year old anecdote. Have you seen this Veggie Tales song?


My kids love it. While watching Curious George my three year old said "Mom he just called George a monkey! George doesn't have a tail! He's not a monkey, he's an alien!" I could not stop laughing.



After my husband crushed my dreams handed me a reality check about what we would be able to afford to live in based on his current job prospects. I told him that I would rather live in a camper than another temporary apartment (apartment life is really wearing on me), at least then I could take my house with me when we inevitably move again. Plus it's a lot less to clean, right?

It would probably not be a disaster...

We would probably all survive living in such a tiny place together....

Maybe.


Not only did my week include cleaning up poop. It also included cleaning up dog puke, which, in my opinion is way worse than kid puke. Normally my husband deals with dog messes but he wasn't going to be home for several more hours and of all the empty places with tile floors that the stupid mutt  our beloved pet could have puked, he chose the living room rug and my husband's gaming headset. So I cleaned it up myself, including cleaning out all the crevices of the headset... with a toothpick! I think I should win 'Wife of the Year' for that one!


For more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary!

Friday, January 17, 2014

7 Quick Takes: Episode #1, Things I'm Looking Forward to in 2014


Things I'm Looking Forward to in 2014



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My new blog! Thanks for visiting! You have stumbled on a blog with three whole posts and an about me section. Yay for you! Please read them? Pleeeease?! If by some miracle you like me, stick around! I promise to write more.


Why yes, I did grow up in the 90's. Why do you ask?


My husband graduates from school at last! 

After the housing crisis hit, his paychecks started bouncing. On payday all the guys would rush to the bank hoping that if they got there first there would be at least enough money in the account for their check to clear. It was pretty sad. The bank tellers knew all the guys by sight. If there was no money in the account the teller would catch the guys attention while they were still standing in line and shake her head.

So back to school we went. I say we because when your husband is in school it affects every part of family life. I'm glad he went but I am sooooo glad he's almost done.

My husband's schedule will no longer change every four months. It takes me four months just to get used to the schedule and get into a routine only to have it change again. It's exasperating!


A new job without bouncing pay checks. 'Nuff said.

*Knock on wood.*



Moving! I surprised myself with this one. I hate moving, or used to. We have moved something like 8 times in 7 years and I've been pregnant at least half of those times. A couple of months ago I got the inexplicable urge to move again. Then I realized it had been 18 months since we last moved - the longest we've ever stayed anywhere. Apparently I now have an internal clock to tell me when it's time to move on.

I have accepted my destiny as a nomad.


A house with a fenced yard, real storage, more than one bathroom, a living room that doesn't have to function as all the things and have the kitchen in it too. I know every one is all "Open floor plan! Open floor plan!" But when you have small children, a very needy baby and you suck at keeping up with things, the closed-er the better. See what I did there? Isn't it funny when I butcher the English language? Get used to it.

How do I know for sure we will have a house like that this year? I don't. Stop crushing my dreams.


This is not actually my son.

My youngest, Lemur the Screamer, as he's known around here, turns 2.

Normally I love 2.

Please let 2 be better!




Thanks for joining me!
For more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary!

Thursday, January 16, 2014

How to Change Your Expectations So You Like Your Life (Part 1)

My whole life I've felt duped. Santa isn't real. High school wasn't fun. College was no better. I found things in the LDS church library that I never learned in seminary. Fairy tales and happily ever after... more like impossibly high expectations of another person who is only human after all and happyish ever after.
 I like to wash dishes, change diapers and make your dreams come true!
And I'm not quite sure where I got the impression that I could have a clean house, well behaved, frolicking, happy children and bake bread and cookies every day but I'm here to tell you it was false, my friends!

People forget to tell you what it's really like. They forget to tell you that it hurts to become someone new. People love to tell you about heaven but they forget to tell you about the cross.

I won't do that to you. Because the cross is what makes heaven possible. 

I won't sugar-coat. A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down but if there's very little sugar on the spoon, realistic expectations would have been better.
I am tasty.... just kidding, I lied.
A friend encouraged me to start this blog because I showed her something I wrote 4 months ago when I could no longer cling to the idealized picture of my life that I had in my head. I don't feel like I did when I wrote this anymore but I wanted to show you something real before I tell you how I changed (please check back for that in part 2)


***September 4, 2013***

I'm realizing that my life is set. This is how it's going to be for the next 30 plus years and I'm trying to come to grips with that. I'm trying to be happy. This is the life I wanted after all... I just thought it would be... you know... better.

I always wanted lots of kids but #1 I didn't know how hard it would be even though everyone tells you it is and #2 I didn't know that my husband and I would become Catholic and have to use Natural Family Planning (NFP) . We are terrible at it. And while I'm okay with lots of kids, I was hoping to have a little more control and less self-discipline involved in the spacing of said children.

My 5 year old and I, constantly butt heads. The almost 3 year old thinks he owns the place. The baby... well let's just say his nickname is Screamer. I am completely and totally terrified of getting pregnant again. After two extremely needy babies in a row I. am. done. Last night the baby was screaming his head off while I was trying to make dinner. My husband finally took him and poured me a glass of wine, which he put in a plastic cup "so I would not be tempted to smash it and slit my wrists" I think he was only half joking.

I know some things will change. My husband is still in school now and he'll be done someday. Hopefully he'll find a good job and we'll be able to have a place of our own without all the crappy rental problems. I know these kids will get older, but, then there will just be more! Baby after baby if we can't be any better at NFP. I am scared to death of all the fertile years I have left. This is oh so petty and I shouldn't even type it out loud but... I don't waaaaant to have to drive a 15 passenger van!

I keep looking at all these other people that are done having kids or they send their kids to school instead of homeschooling or they don't have kids yet and they're doing fun things like taking vacations together or working at gourmet sweet shops or they formula feed and can leave the baby overnight with grandma or a million other things and while I know I don't want those things for my family it's hard not to feel a little jealous, like they have it easier and I just wish things were easier for me. I know all those people have their own problems that I'm not seeing... it's kind of like when I'm in labor, I always think - man, wouldn't it be nice to be one of those ladies who just get an epidural and nap until it's time for the baby to come? Even though I know I want a natural birth and that epidurals aren't always a pleasant experience.

I guess I'm just trying to figure out how to accept the life I have now that I'm actually in it and it's not a glittering picture of smiling children and frolicing in the sunshine that I had in my head. How do I change my expectations about what family life is really like and enjoy it? Because right now... I kinda just want to run away and anything I do is done out of a sense of duty not out of my heart... and I hate that.

My Center


Have you seen Rise of the Guardians? Great. Movie. And that's saying something, coming from someone who doesn't "do" Santa, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy (that's a post for another time). 

I love the tough, tattooed version of Santa in this film. The real St. Nick did punch a heretic after all. (Scroll to the bottom of the link for all the awesome memes.)

The part of the movie that stuck with me the most was this:


Santa's personality using nesting dolls. Can you get any cooler than that? Jack opens each doll to reveal a new layer of Nicholas. The last doll, his center, is wonder. Nicholas then asks Jack "What is at your center?

That question got inside my head. It made me wonder what my nesting doll would look like. 

Outside I am quiet and reserved. If you get to know me a little bit I am quirky and love to make people laugh. The next layer is a little on the dark side. The next is friendly and caring and the next fierce and loyal. And the center? What is at my center? 

I would say hope. 

Hope is what I crave the most. It's what I want to bring to the people around me. "Never give up, never surrender!" that's what I'm about.... and possibly being a geeky weirdo.





Ahem... moving on.

The funny thing about hope is that you have to be honest. You have to admit that things are bad before hope can help you. Because the time when you most need hope is the time when your circumstances are dire. Hope is what keeps you going when nothing else will, even though it's just a sliver of something that might be. 

So what will this blog be like with me as it's center? Sometimes it will be funny (I hope). Sometimes it will be dark. It will always be honest. And hopefully it will be that sliver of light to someone who needs it.



If you find your way to my blog I'd love to hear, what's at your center?