Monday, May 19, 2014

271. being able to homeschool
272. being part of a worship team
273. when the sun goes down in the summer
274. flavored water
275. muffins

Thursday, July 4, 2013

na

here is my haiku
you helped me to write it down
my thoughts into words


n/a

I haven't been adding to my "1,000" list.

Perhaps the things exist to fill it, though.

When I'm driving, I think of things I could say. I wish I could erase my thoughts and be happy, get out of my own head.

I wish I never would have hurt you, and you'd still be with me. But whatever is wrong, I guess I can't fix it right now. I'm too broken to fix anything.

I hate how life hurts...specifically, people hurt. People hurt other people. People, hurt. People hurt.

But blah blah blah. Maybe I should just grow a second impervious skin and get over it. Build a bridge.

I need to figure out how to love people. Because right now, I just feel that I don't.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

untitled.

Yesterday, I took the three kids to the Mcdonald's PlayPlace. We stayed for three hours. *Three hours.* Threeeeee hoooooours( say it that last time in slow motion with your face kind of dragging downwards). 

On a side note, I just found this: 

http://gizmodo.com/5821876/letting-your-kid-play-in-a-mcdonalds-playplace-means-theyre-probably-covered-in-poop

So basically, I let my kids play in poop for three hours straight. We'll get back to that. Actually, no, I'm not going to get back to that. Let's just say...I enhance their immune system by letting them play in public plastic tunnels where other poopy kids go, too. Ember is my poopy kid. There was actually a poop incident there. I didn't bring in enough diapers for Ember. She smelled for a while...maybe even grossing out an individual or two, who knows. Then she left the place wearing one of Jonathan's diapers. It just never goes the way a parenting magazine lays it out for you. Ha. 

Upon arrival, a strict worker told me I could not bring outside drinks in. So I threw away the remainder of my DQ frozen hot chocolate away in front of her. Why would she attack another fast food item? Doesn't she know they all share the same goal of  selling "food" and destroying our health? :) Then I asked at the counter if my kids could drink their soy milk I brought for them. Apparently, you aren't supposed to bring in outside drinks. So my kids were probably the only ones there that day drinking gmo soy milk with their McChickens. If that makes the whole experience a little less evil, I'll take it.

On another side note, I just found this:

http://soonerman.wordpress.com/2011/09/21/friends-dont-let-friends-eat-mcchickens/

A snippet, " Eating a McChicken in the morning is basically telling yourself, “Well, there’s no point in showering today.” The mayonnaise makes you surrender any and all ambitions. The self-loathing and worthlessness you feel post-McChicken is never worse than when the “ingredients” lay siege to your intestines."

So I guess, just remind yourself of certain things before you order a McChicken. 

Whilst there,  I was able to have a nice chat with a friend of my cousin.  Then, I talked with a lady who had a baby seven days apart from Jonathan. She asked me if I minded if she breastfed. Of course I told her how offended I was!! (No, not for real, goodness.) So she just pulls out her breasts and starts feeding her baby. It was simple. I was a little less alone in the world yesterday. Heh. But I am usually the only one in a room pulling breasts. I do what have to do.

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Flash forward to it being time to leave. It's dark outside (the moms who stay forever *always* leave when it's dark). River is willing to leave because I've committed to getting her an orange drink in the car. Ember, she's still a little new to reasoning. So she climbs back up into the tunnel with her coat and boots on. I am sitting there with River, and sleeping Jonathan, just a tad helpless. You know you'd climb in a tunnel to rescue a kid, but it's just something you'll avoid at all costs, otherwise, And, then there's the issue of, if I myself went into a tunnel, would then I myself need to be rescued? :) I'm simply not a small and agile. "

Characterized by quickness, lightness, and ease of movement; nimble. www.thefreedictionary.com/agile

Yeah, no, not me. And definitely not in strategically placed tubes in the air.

But I digress. I was able to bribe her out peacefully with chocolate. It's official, the love of chocolate is genetic. No getting around it. I left there peacefully, with three kids. You never want to be *that mom* with the kid who is crying and throwing fits while you're trying to exit somewhere. It's not like I haven't been there. But again, some things you try to avoid :)

Well, I'll end it now. Onward to today. 

Monday, December 17, 2012

Aftermath

People are moving on. The world is moving on. A darkness is still present, and I sense it. Eighteen children. Everything I have to say is irrelevant. None of my life hardships are hard. Not right now.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

It hurts. A knife twist in my belly, dripping blood  emotion. I wait for the scarring, the fading, the pain to silence. We'll be a healed up memory.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Somehow I  always end up here. I'm too real and so it hurts. I'm too much for other people, for myself.

I love my son, though. I'm afraid. I'm upset. I'm locked inside this nightmare with him, every step of the way and and I will God will see him through.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

somber day, rainy day. an opportunity for my husband now squelched, but please let it open a new door. one we can all fit through, one we'll find contentment on the other side of.

and please baby jonathan be well. i want you.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

1,000 things to love/be thankful for. part 3.

201 car seats
202 cooking
203 highlighting lines in books
204 frozen bananas, for smoothies
205 bands
206 mountains
207 hospitals
208 technology
209 artists
210 paintings
211 art
212 museums
213 the sound of my family's breath while sleeping
214 the way ember's hair curls in the back, after a bath
215 trees on mountains
216 google
217 post secret
218 finishing a paper for school
219 concerts
220 hope
221 making life funnier
222 sarcasm
223 dancing
224 bed-sharing
225 red lipstick
226 interest in natural birth
227 computers
228 cafes/coffee shops
229 my ability
230 tax returns
231 feeling authentic
232 sky
233 stars
234 moon
235 remotes
236 answered prayers
237 new jobs
238 vacations
239 boredom
240 mail boxes
241 safety nets
242 baskets
243 ziploc baggies
244 my husband's health
245 salt and pepper
246 when my children obey
247 souvenirs
248 memorabilia
249 memory boxes
250 holidays
251 watching my children open gifts
252 hair detangler spray
253 feet in grass
254 wood floors
255 catching of a butterfly in a jar
256 pandora radio
257 mechanically inclined husband
258 clean bed set
259 tears
260 realization of the important things
261 hearing back from a friend
262 emotional escape in songs
263 pappap spending time with my children
264 living with my father, seeing him every day
265 grandma spending time with my children
266 messes coming clean
267 messes
268 hot bubbly sink load
269 whole babies
270 intactivism



1,000 things to love/be thankful for. part 2.

101 memories
102 crossing things off in a to do list
103 paying off debt
104 giving money to church
105 eating out at restaurants
106 feeling social
107 storage
108 clean space
109 clean diapers
110 finding the pacifier
111 smoothies
112 scarves
113 coats
114 slings
115 being a mother
116 being a daughter
117 being a sister
118 being a wife
119 pregnancy
120 subtle kicks inside the womb
121 family gatherings
122 summer dresses/skirts for my daughters
123 flip flops
124 milkshakes
125 completing a task
126 having a washer/dryer in my home
127 my crockpot
128 my rice cooker
129 perfectly made pancakes
130 the perfect recipe
131 clean produce
132 soup
133 fresh baked cookies
134 spices
135 soda
136 frappes
137 nut butters
138 my blender
139 straws
140 glass
141 safe plastics
142 my carpet
143 make-up
144 long hair
145 natural looks
146 a swaddled baby
147 watching my children sleep
148 watching my children enjoy a good meal
149 having energy for the day
150 having desire for the day
151 being pro-life
152 shopping lists
153 my daughters' love for plastic princess shoes
154 blogs
155 painted toenails
156 taking photos
157 editing photos
158 eyes
159 writing poetry
160 remembering
161 déjà vu
162 rocking my babies
163 reading my children a story
164 white noise
165 fans run at night to muffle tinnitus/my husband's snoring
166 weight loss
167 healthy weight gain (pregnancy)
168 finding a lost item
169 making new friends
170 baby showers
171 gift buying
172 laughing with my husband
173 realizing everyone has problems
174 journaling
175 reminiscing
176 videoing my children
177 watching family videos
178 being thankful for the good parts of childhood
179 animals
180 instincts
181 knowing i'm making the right choice
182 the bittersweet of labor/delivery
183 birthing shows
184 birth clubs
185 hearing the baby's heartbeat in utero
186 sonograms
187 nature names
188 the way river runs and picks flowers and brings small "bouquets"
189 maternity clothes
190 when my t.v. is hung on the wall, and no wires are showing
191 my moses basket
192 opinionated news/radio
193 my glasses
194 my health
195 shopping carts
196 hand sanitizer
197 green cleaning
198 organic/natural products
199 clean dishes
200 organic food

1,000 things to love/be thankful for

we have been reading this in choir. this lady in the book writes 1,000 things she loves. well i want to do it, too. write a 1,000 in my life i could love.

1 God/Jesus
2 jonathan
3 river
4 my baby i lost
5 ember
6 my new baby
7 eric, my brother
8 my parents
9 my parent in laws
10 my brother/sister in laws
11 extended family
12 church
13 choir
14 friends
15 natural food
16 junk food
17 newborn babies
18 breastfeeding
19 the way ember sleeps in the crook of my arm
20 co sleeping
21 the slow morning stir of my family waking in the morning
22 rain
23 snow
24 sunshine
25 the goofiness of a toddler
26 interesting t.v. shows
27 the sizzling of eggs in a pan
28 hearing my children say new words
29 hearing my children learn new concepts
30 alone/quiet time to myself
31 soft pillows
32 blankets
33 fresh warm laundry
34 cold beverages
35 central air
36 reading
37 the Bible
38 understanding
39 epiphanies
40 prayer
41 pajama pants
42 breakfast
43 lunch
44 dinner
45 movies
46 grocery shopping
47 toys
48 blogging
49 e-mail
50 facebook
51 the health of my children
52 when i have confidence
53 singing
54 poetry
55 baby clothes
56 thrift shopping
57 great clothing finds
58 great grocery shopping finds
59 trying different foods
60 replacing old food items with newer healthier food items in the kitchen
61 online shopping
62 credit card
63 bank
64 grocery stores
65 wal-mart
66 target
67 department stores
68 walking
69 driving
70 a full tank of gas
71 metaphors
72 laughter
73 humor
74 water
75 my pastor
76 good messages
77 sweet e-mails from my husband
78 board games
79 when time slips by and i'm unaware
80 watching my children have fun
81 playing with my children
82 freedom
83 chocolate
84 fast food
85 organized closets
86 blinds on my windows
87 a clean microwave
88 a clean home
89 nutritious meals at home
90 theme parks
91 my father's sense of humor
92 my mother's love for me
93 my tears for the aformentioned
94 trees
95 grass
96 parks
97 theme parks
98 the bittersweet
99 songs i love
100 being unafraid

Saturday, November 5, 2011

well, my life is changing again. i guess it's supposed to. it might hurt some, but i've got to go with it. i still have my husband and my children. God will provide me with the rest.

if only i could get rid of this unsettling doubt i have all the time.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

here's an excerpt from 2006, i was a teenager. It looks like symptoms.

"Sometimes I hate how much I feel. I get sick of every sight and sensation, even small things become intense or catastrophic. Like, I'm on the highway and I am (insanely) aware of the blinkers, and I stare at them as they switch from lane to lane. Where do they all think they're going? Sometimes I lie in bed and I think about so much, or become so guilty about things that I've done, that my mind just races and I permanently go into panic mode. My whole body will tense up, and I can't go to sleep. My legs hurt."

The thing about OCD, is that even if I try to rid a thought, block a thought, neutralize a thought, replace a thought, mentally compulse a thought, make the thoughts make sense/ whatever it is I do in my head to these thoughts...the fear is still there. The anxiety is still there. Whatever shut off valve normal people have, I must not have. In the face of a rational thought, the irrational remains. The whole gist of this illness is fear. The d stands for demon, as I've read somewhere else.

OCD is like being crazy, but still being sane enough to watch yourself be crazy. Is there anything else like it in the world? At the very least, I've read that it's thought people with this condition have higher intelligence, just because of the thought processes.

"It has been proposed that sufferers are generally of above-average intelligence, as the very nature of the disorder necessitates complicated thinking patterns.[73]" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive–compulsive_disorder).

Woohoo. I'm smart enough to be blessed with a curse. It's true though, the thoughts keep rolling in and out and back in again. They layer one another, crash into one another. It is not pleasant. But to an extent there is an invisibility to it, so I kind 0f still go on with life. Life goes on, regardless of how severe or how mild it happens to be for me.

When all is said and done, I'd like to be unimpressed by whatever insane notions my mind presents to me. I'd like to use the logical part of my mind to defeat all illogical. I'd like to let go of doubts and unknowns, as clinging to absoluteness is sometimes futile. I wish to separate myself from certain thoughts and tell myself it isn't me. That the real me is the one that is letting go of this thought RIGHT NOW instead of clinging, obsessing, etc. The real me is not the thought itself, rather the one denying the thought. I need to have belief in my own strength.

As for how I like everything "in its place"...well, it's helping me keep my place clean. Granted, no one needs the extra stress of feeling the loss of control when things get messy, but if I were to choose the worst aspect of myself, it wouldn't be the cleaning compulsions. One day (hopefully) I'll let go and relax more. Things can't be perfect with kids around, anyway. They're already not. But not too much relaxation... we're not living in filth, and I am not ending up on that show Hoarders.

I need to write here more often. But I also need to quit forsaking the crap out of my journal. What if i regret tomorrow not writing down the details of today.

My kids are driving me nuts. Side note.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

This Saturday I have a spring concert I'm doing with the Hagerstown Chorale. I think this is going to be one of the most special memories of my life.

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I could point fingers and blame the environment and genetics. But in the end, I am responsible for my o.c.d. This is my challenge that I've been given in this life. I am responsible for what I do with myself and what decisions I make in light of this illness. I can't do a blame game, I have to take responsibility for my actions and thoughts. And I can't just assume that I will be sick forever and become delusional. I have to assume that I have a choice, that I can be well (or at the very least, manageable).

One of the worst parts about o.c.d. are the obsessions. Ones you can't shake no matter how hard you try. Ones that don't have obvious compulsions to match. But the compulsions suck, too. Like, I have to clean up this area right now and put things back into their places. Or the world will fall apart. The whole apartment will get to a place I can't control. That is a theme related to o.c.d. Control. And fear. But just what do I really think will happen if I don't do this, or that, or the other thing? What am I so afraid of? Another irritating part is my concern over the placements of objects. Like, sometimes I'll open up the junk drawer and move stuff around until it's "right." And don't even get me started on the over-thinking and overanalyzing of words and thoughts. Or just the overall guilt over everything. I better stop now before you try to prescribe me medication.

I think I do have a part of me that can look at myself and say, look, you're being ridiculous. But then there is the crazy kristine that is lurking beneath the surface. Just waiting to burst out into the next episode of anxiety.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

I want to stop thinking about death. I think about it a lot, I know that I shouldn't because I'm so young. But its inevitability really affects me. A 24 year old should be all ladeda-I-have-my-whole-life-ahead-of-me-death-isn't-much-to-wonder-about-right-now. But to me, the space between 24 and old age is almost a night. And it really really bothers me that memories are just that, memories. They aren't tangible, they're over. They're almost not really real, only passing thoughts in the brain. One can never go back, yesterday is done. Today is now and it's the only "real" we have. I can never recover nightmares. I can never recover precious times.

So even if I did finally absorb the fact that I'm still young and death is not appropriate to think about, there is still the reality that old age isn't promised to me, it's not promised to you. Today is what we have, death strikes anywhere, any time. So relying on old age isn't always possible, though probable in many cases. So the ugly finality of death is still in my mind.

Another thing, I'm scared of death because life is all I know. I'm scared not to "be here" because I don't really know what "being there" means. Who is the me that would be somewhere else? I don't know that person. I don't know the "old me" either, in this life. It's all surreal. I'm scared of life without my husband, my kids, and having them in the way I've always known. It's the unknown that gets me.

I need to think Heavenly thoughts to comfort myself.
And I know I think entirely too much about things that some people would never think. One thing is for sure, I think I can look back at my twenties and remember a time when I realized that life was a breath, and how much that tore at me.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

New Year

In regards to school, I'm backing out for a semester. Maybe more. I don't know. I guess maybe I'm tired of having an invisible competition with an elusive standard hanging over my head. It's pretty amazing that I'm coming to terms with this,though. I'm re-thinking the whole "get your degree now now now" thing. I got married. I had children. Maybe that gives me the luxury to spend all my time taking care of them and giving in to all of my cleaning compulsions, instead of being stressed out about things that are happening outside of the house. It seems sort of fair. I mean, they didn't ask to come into the world. I clearly did ask. So maybe I should sort of just do the mother thing for now and skip everything else if I feel like it's going to kill me while I'm still alive. Plus, I am now in the church choir, singing back up some Sundays, joining my dad's choir (Hagerstown Chorale), and thinking about finding a mommy group to join. I'm preoccupied. However, my sciences go bad in 2014...and I am just not repeating those. So I do need to get on the horse eventually.

I don't know what I want to write, I just know that I wanted to write. So many things happen, and I think, that is so cute, so great, I should journal it. I have good intentions. It just never happens. And no, this Internet blog kind of doesn't count. Only the real journal waiting for me in my kitchen counts, if that's even where I still left it. Only ink on paper counts for "real" real. This is neat, too, though. I suppose I wouldn't even have a blog if I assumed it counted for nothing. Plus, for some reason, I like people to be aware of some of my thoughts. Even though most couldn't care less about them. But I guess that's the point of a blog, putting them Out There. In the Universe. Then they can trip and fall and land wherever they're supposed to.

I'm going to try and diet this year. I know, I know, I probably say or think that at the beginning of every year. I also hope to blog here more, eat healthier, tithe, not go off the deep end again, treat my kids like precious gems, get more out of debt, address my sugar and diet coke addiction, be less socially awkward, pray and hear from God more, avoid the hospital, get along with my husband, use less fragmented sentences when I write here, get used to the chaos that is being a mother to kids, and uuuuh, I don't know. Love people more. Worry less. Blah Blah Blah. I probably match every next blogger with these goals.

I'm sitting here blogging with a FurReal cat on my lap, wrapped in a blanket. She'd almost be real if her batteries weren't dead. In all of my Internet indulged days, I never imagined I'd one day be typing like this. Boy, kids. They bring you to a reality that is out of this world. And some people (who probably don't have kids) probably think they're not such a big deal. Especially because so many people have kids. It's not unique to have children, no. Yet the experience is so impossibly unique for all of us...no one really understands all of the ranting about children until they take the dive for themselves.

Good day.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Today I was so bored that I cooked a chicken dish, listened to techno music, and cleaned the inside of my refrigerator. I suppose some people would go see a movie or take a walk. This is what happens when you have two little people. Mommy, mommy, mommy. Wah, wah, wah. Life takes everything you have and then asks for more. So you oblige. As I'm dancing with River in the kitchen to this old techno music, it's almost like I'm re living a memory I have somewhere in my head. Of my childhood. Music playing and my mother cooking in the kitchen. Cleaning, and dancing, and cooking. So normal. But not.

(I want to rewrite my children differently. Can I?)

I want to let go and enjoy this moment with River, but I just can't. Not completely. And that's the dark side of who I am. I'm the kind of person that can have fun all night at a party, but then go home and cry. God, just like...I want to let go and have some semblance of peace, but it's so hard to let go when you remember certain things...like, for example, how finite life is. Why let go completely and relax? When you do, you just grow old and die and lose it all. All my children, all my work. Why should I love every moment when every moment is doomed to end anyway? This is where my thoughts travel when I don't pull them together. I'm not a naturally happy person, I have to work at it. My life circumstances really make it hard for me. But I have to pull myself together and remember things like God, Heaven, Love. The Big Picture. But even Heaven I approach with some trepidation, just because of its unfamiliarity. Yes, Christians aren't supposed to be afraid of The End. Well, I am. Because I don't know anything else besides what I've known here. And the mind that I have now can't even conceive of a life where I don't hold babies and my husband and have intertwining days of pain and relief. I'll miss them in that way, my family.

I just think too darn much. Way way way too much. I don't want to go back on anxiety medication. I don't really know that I need it...because then there are the Good Days. The days that encourage me to persist. One day life won't be so difficult anymore. I just need to believe that.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

I wish that I could go back and be with John in New York again. In our little studio apartment. Before my life insurmountably changed. Even though we still needed so much, life was a lot more simple. Before I became pregnant and violently ill, anyway.We slept on the floor and then transitioned to a futon. Then we went into debt for a mattress and box spring. I bought an adorable blanket from Target to spread across it. I made this terrible dish consisting of boiled potatoes and onions, from what I remember. I forget if I was sick for these things. When I was sick, I probably used the bathtub and Internet as escapes. I had to come back to Maryland because I was bedridden a lot of the day, but I wonder what would have happened if I handled it better. Would we still be there? That's another topic entirely though.
I don't always interpret this parenting thing as sunshine and lollipops like some parents seem to. I wish I did. I wish I were the perfect parent, but the truth is I am nowhere near it. It would be wonderful if some day I forgot all the mistakes I've made already - and in the future a pink candy coating glossed their childhood, my parenthood. I know, I know. There are parents out there a lot worse than me. But there are better, too. I can be better. It bugs me. Two things that drive me the most insane are A) messes of any kind and B) an impatient or rough toddler being annoying/loud/dangerous/crying/getting in the way/throwing tantrums/being on repeat/you get the picture, lol/etc. But both A and B pretty much sum up a large chunk of childhood. So it's unfortunate that I let my patience wear so thin. What I need to do is get over it, because the truth is, I love them. I could probably never love anyone more. They mean everything to me, and I really can't imagine my life without having yet another one. I knew I've always wanted children. But there are just so many personal obstacles for me to climb before I can wholly enjoy them.
I really do wonder if I thought parenting was a joke though. When I saw that cute baby sock in the laundry mat in New York...which precipitated me wanting a baby. Oh, a baby sock, how cuuuute! Let's do it! Well...it's not a joke. It's the most difficult thing I've ever had to daily face (that, and some health issues I have...but I think parenting is more difficult than those, even). It's a lot of hard work, and my life isn't mine anymore. And the race is on to take care of little ones who need me all of the time, but not lose myself in the process.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

This is it. I must endure every wave until this child comes to fruition. There is no going back - a road with no u-turns, a train that will not fall off its tracks. No stopping. The end. The beginning.
The emotions are mixed.

Monday, February 1, 2010

me - why do you need me?

him - because i can't do it without you.

me - what, the whole mommy/daddy thing?

him - no, the whole life thing.