Tuesday, September 08, 2009

why mommies go crazy

What a day; and it is only 8:00am. Here's a recap.

6:00am I am startled awake by Isaiah standing directly in front of my face, beside my bed. The room is illuminated by the light streaming in past the wide open door. He says, "Mommy, the girls are awake!" I give him permission to take the gate down to the girls' room so they can all three go downstairs. I hear the gate pop out of the door frame, the girls giggle, and I listen to all three head downstairs. I doze back asleep, keeping one ear open for any loud sounds of disgruntled kids from downstairs.

6:20am I hear Sam through the baby monitor. He is cooing and talking to himself. Getting up, I note the time. I feel like I've slept in; it's gonna be a good day!

6:25am Samuel and I head downstairs.

6:26am I see a tall-tale sign of pee on the couch. I know it's pee by the shape. It is pee that has leaked out of a very full overnight pull-up. It means Rose sat on the couch in her full pull-up and chose to pee in it instead of peeing in the toilet. It makes me mad and I get onto the non-concerned Rose. She shrugs and heads to the bathroom to take care of her overflowing pull-up.

6:30am "Where's Lela?" "She's in the bathroom." I decide to check on her. There's poop on the front of the potty chair. Mmm... weird. "Why is poop on the front, Lela?" She shrugs. The poopy mystery is quickly solved when I find Lela's discarded pull-up. "You pooped in your pull-up???" Lela hasn't pooped in her pull-up in nine months. My world is quickly spinning, looping around into some crazy mommy universe, pulling me by my ankles into the quicksand. I go off on a poop lecture, talking very seriously and loudly about poop and pull-ups and toilets and, for good measure to Rose's listening ears, pee and couches. Sam cries at the door, mad that he is not allowed in the bathroom for the poo-poo party.

6:45am Both girls dressed in clean clothes. Poopy and pee-pee pull-ups taken out in the bathroom trash.

7:00am "Mom, why is there water in the dining room?" "WHAT?!" Yep, there is standing water beside the outer wall of the dining room. The rain from the night has leaked into my house. I send Isaiah upstairs for towels. "Rough morning?" My sister, Rachel, asks me. She is beautifully dressed and ready for her first day of school as a teacher. "You have no idea," I tell her, trying to not bite her head off.

7:15am My hands are full of trash when I discover the kitchen trash is full! I see evidence that the other adults in the house also knew the trash was full. Rachel's milkshake Styrofoam cup is practically falling out of the top of the can and Jason's empty juice bottles are actually sitting beside the full kitchen trash can. Sitting beside it!! This is it for me. I loose it. "Am I the only adult in the house who takes the trash out??!! Why should anyone else do it? They know I will!!" and the martyr syndrome prevails.

I hate loosing it. I do not want to be moved by my circumstance. Motherhood offers me so many opportunities to grow and learn. Sometimes I pass; sometimes I fail; and sometimes it ends up only be a pretest for later.

I am hoping the day improves. I haven't even started on the To-Do List like sweeping and mopping the whole downstairs floors. Sigh.

"Even youths grow tired and weary and young men [or women] stumble and fall, but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not be faint." -Isaiah 40:29-31

Thursday, September 03, 2009

jess, the writer, not just the mom

There is something about a quiet house. First of all, it is rare. For us. I suppose those of you without tiny ones, a quiet house might be taken for granted. But not here, at the Keys House. Jason left for work in the wee hours of the morning today [3:45am] and I decided the house was much too quiet to ignore. I know, I know, I ought to be sleeping. Another precious and rare commodity around here. But, I am too drawn to this odd revelry of silence. Ahh...

I have not been blogging much lately. At first, I wasn't blogging frequently because blogging has been bumped lower and lower on my priority list. But now, it is because I have been going elsewhere to find fulfillment as a writer. That's right, I am a writer, not just a mom. As a writer, I love to write. [Duh! -Oh, did I just write that?] I have loved writing since I was eight years old when I wrote my first short story. [It was about a rat named Bartholomew - remember that, Daddy?]

Now, here I am, a mother of four kids under five, and I still have this huge craving to write. Blogging, emails, poetry, etc feed my craving to write; but, lately, I have also been snitching time here and there to write [are you ready for this?] a novel. Yes, yes, a novel. Ah, just saying/writing it feels wondrous. To take some of the intimidating edge off such a huge project, I am sharing the authorship with my sister and mother. All three of us are writing this novel. It is awesome. The novel is taking shape. We hammered out a great outline and character descriptions. [Essentials to a good novel, according to all the writing books I have read.] About one-fourth of the chapters are written; we are well on our way to creating something special.

Back to the quiet house. The rarely and wondrously, quiet house. It is my favorite time to write. Once everyone is up, I can stillwrite; but it is harder. Aside from their "Mommy, I want..." and me getting up from my writing to get the juice, cereal, water, fresh undies, etc, I also have to ignore the loud playing, the PBS cartoons, the occasional breakout fights, the crying baby, etc. Just thinking clearly can be a challenge, must more to think creatively!

That's what I've been up to. I will try to not completely abandon you all in the blog-sphere. I know many of you out there miss me [and I, YOU] and that this blog is a very real link between us. So, I am here. When you miss my daily posts, please use the moment to pray for us and my special project.

To God be the glory, today!!

"The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they are life." -John 6:63

[Cool verse, huh? A good reminder as I set out on my day. I wanna walk in the Spirit!!]

revolutionary love

I have experienced revolutionary love. Love with no strings attached. Jesus Christ loves me and made a way for me to have a relationship with the One True God. God desires a relationship with you, too. If you have yet to experience this revolutionary love, please email me at jandjkeys@hotmail.com so I can share this amazing experience with you. Blessings, -Jess