This is the time of year when my favorite music plays on more than half the stations, non-stop.
The time of year when it’s ok to have “one more” cookie, or truffle, or Martha’s rum cake.
The time of year when it’s so easy to get overwhelmed by all the stuff you want to get done.
- Gifts for the kids’ teachers
- Cakes for the Athletic Director and Coach’s Assistant Coaches and their families
- Decorate the house
- Tell stories
- Make cookies
- Church programs
- Driving around looking at lights
- Starting a new tradition
- Elf on the Shelf (don’t hate – it’s fun)
- Christmas PJs
- Christmas shopping
- Wrapping presents
- Eat cookies and drink milk on the Santa dishes
- Hit monthly targets with Thirty-One
- Book January parties
- Recruit another team member
- Deliver all those orders!
- Oh yeah, and all the other stuff that has to happen in a normal house with three young-ish children and a dog
- And let’s not forget it’s cheer season
- And soccer season
I have a headache just typing all that out.
The time of year when we are reminded of the infant who left Heaven to come and live among us and die for us so we could be saved.
The time of year we think about a teenage girl and her young husband, desperately searching for a place to give birth; picking a barn because there was nowhere else.
The time of year we remember the journey of wise men – across the sands and maybe mountains – to follow a hunch.
The time of year we think of solitary shepherds and how absolutely terrified they had to be when the sky opened up and the glory of God and Heaven was revealed. What it had to have sounded like to hear angel song through human ears.
The sound of an infant cry and how the universe had to sigh at the sound, because they knew, even if we did not, our Savior had finally come.
24 weeks. The magic point at which, it seems, comfortable is becoming a passing memory; something to think about in the past and look forward to in the future. It’s sometime around 4am and I’ve given up on sleeping any more. Princess Crybaby woke up a little bit ago, asking to go to the bathroom, but she was so sleepy I don’t think it actually occurred to her to go. Then she asked to sleep in our bed. Well, she’s so dadgum snuggly at 4am aaaaaaand I relented. (I have NO willpower at 4am) Well, by the time I settled her back in and got halfway situated myself, I was well and truly awake. Knowing better than to lay there and watch the clock, I got up. And here I am.
I actually don’t mind it. (right now; ask me again this afternoon when I’ve propped my head up with catalogs so I can pretend I have enough batteries to get me through the workday.) The house is still and quiet and it’s still dark enough I can’t see our “happy mess.” *laugh* I have surrendered to all but the basic “necessity” cleaning until the children are old enough that it’s not like watering your yard in a rainstorm. I mean, really – what’s the point? (don’t think that lets Coach off of dishes duty while school is out. I have my limits.)
I think of my sweet sisters and how lovely and clean their house is and I envy them. (and wonder where they get that extra energy and if it something that comes in a pill form.) While some people want to be Martha Stewart, I want to be Molly Weasley. She had a spell to do the dishes for goodness sakes and that beats making crepes and origami christmas ornaments any day of the week.
I console myself with the Joel Olsteen-esque “name it and claim it” platitude (i.e. completely useless, but so warm and fuzzy) that they won’t be little forever and time I “waste” scrubbing floors and sinks and doing laundry is time I could be spending with the kids. Or something like that.
You know the really funny thing about this picture (and many others just like it)? I don’t think there is a single child within five miles of this room. Low sharp coffee table? White upholstery? Skinny vases three inches from the edge of the table? Open, roaring fire? And, look at the shine on those floors. Are you kidding me?
One day I’ll have a lovely clean house again – probably right around the time I can reach the stuff on the floor (or sometime after Halloween). For now, excuse our mess.
Oh, and if you hear snoring coming from the corner office around 3 today, you’ll know why.
Goal-setting tonight with the family was fantastic! But I get ahead of myself. First, let me tell you how I almost set the house on fire. Not really, I made meatloaf. The juices bubble, bubble, boil and trouble and (yes, I know it’s double, double, toil and trouble…I’m trying to be clever) actually bubbled over a little bit. Well, that got the oven to smoking and then that made the whole house smoky and the smoke alarm went off. As my mother always said, that’s how you know dinner’s ready.
All in all, it was a pretty good meatloaf – if you don’t mind yours a little charred. *giggle*
Ok…on to goals.
We stuck a big piece of paper on the wall and divided it into two vertical sections. The left side was for goals; activities and things we’d like to accomplish this year. The right side is an adaptation of the My One Word project where you list all the characteristics you’d like to have then you choose one of those words on which to focus your efforts for the next year. We adapted it to list the type of family we’d like to be. We’ll leave our list posted a few days then come back to it mid-week and decide on our one word.
Then, as our conversation continued, we split the One Word side into half and drew three smaller boxes below for individual goals (goals specific to one person). We also wanted to remind ourselves of our family core value: LOVE. L-Listen | O-Overlook | V-Value | E-Encourage. Thanks to our beloved pastor, Charlie Robinson, for such a beautiful acrostic.
2012 is going to be a great year!
Happy New Year, friends. What are YOU focusing on in 2012?
ps. Incidentally, if you are interested in trying out our worksheet, help yourself to the PDF. Enjoy!