The Summer of a Not-So-Recently Domesticated Physicist

I used to work.  I feel like I have to justify myself to everyone I meet by letting them know this small tidbit of information.  Before I had babies I was an intelligent person with a college degree, working for the government, bringing home the bacon.

Well, more than likely ice cream and cereal, but occasionally bacon.

When I *first* got to stay home with Madeline (she was already about 9 months old), I still had my “working mom” brain on.  I convinced myself I could do everything, all the time.  I’m pretty sure I told my husband that he wouldn’t ever have to worry about helping with household chores again.

Ha.

As if taking care of a human being isn’t an actual job.

Now I have two not-that-little human beings to take care of, and boy can they keep me busy.  I’ve settled in a bit better to my “new job” (which is of course being a SAHM).  The girls and I have busy days, and sometimes we have lazy days.  I’m learning that that’s okay.

We visit family with my husband sometimes, but most often, we visit them while he’s working.  Because we have way too much family to visit, and he has not nearly enough vacation time to satisfy all of the visiting we have to do.

You are probably all wondering when I am going to mention the fact that I literally fell off the face of this planet a few months ago.  Fear not, readers.  I am well aware that it happened.

At first, I could blame my disappearance on schoolwork.  When I’m taking online classes I spend a lot of my free time (and brain power) reading, writing, and taking quizzes.  My blog seriously gets tossed aside.

Sorry, guys.

But my summer term ended the first week of July.  Woops.

Since then, we have actually traveled twice to see each of my parents, and I had the girls solo on that latest and longer trip.  So, no, I haven’t had schoolwork to work on, but seriously, readers.  I’ve been catching up on sleep.

But I did miss blogging.  And I missed my readers.

Just by the way, you know you’ve taken a ridiculously long blogging hiatus when you have over 250 comments to look through, and the majority of them are spam and track backs.

The joys of being a low-tier blogger.

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I So Want to Blog Today

So I am.

Despite the fact that my girls alternated naps today.

I know, I’m fortunate they nap at all.

But seriously, this spoiled momma is used to girls that nap at the same time so I can get things put away, chores done, etc.

Why do I want to blog today, though?  Despite my aching back from the hours of baby juggling?

Because my big girl, Madeline, prayers for our neighbor girl everyday.

Everyday.

After breakfast we read a short kids’ bible story, do a memory verse, then we pray.  And everyday we ask Madeline what she wants to pray about.

And everyday she prays that she will get to play with the girl next door.

It’s super sweet, honestly.

Our neighbor girl isn’t always home; she splits her time between her parents, so Madeline only gets to see her when she is staying with her daddy.

It must feel like a gamble to her.  When is her playmate going to be available to play??

God answered my baby’s prayer today, and it was awesome.  She got to play with our neighbor girl for most of the day.  My baby went to bed that tired kind of happy when you’ve had hours to play with a great friend.

And this momma is that happy kind of tired from chasing after an almost 3 year old playing with her friend.

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When You Need It Most

I have never been a person to take to new habits very well, and being a young(ish) Christian, I have had a hard time really solidifying my Bible-reading habit.

As a new believer, I read the Bible cover to cover in a ridiculously short amount of time, just because I couldn’t get enough of it.  Since then, I have gone through waves of reading with a great hunger for the Word interspersed with times of indifference and forgetting to open up my Bible at all.

I doubt I am alone in this.

I met the Lord in college, and so naturally I read my Bible at night.  Because college students do everything at night.  The morning was for coffee and not thinking.

As I got to know more Christians, I realized that most people I found read the scriptures in the morning.  As I made my way from a college way of life to a more “real world” adult way of life, I tried my hand at reading my Bible in the morning.  It worked, especially once my husband and I got married, since he was already in that habit.  When someone around you is already practicing a habit, it’s easy to get sucked into it.

As we had babies, our lives changed a bit, and both of our Bible reading habits ebbed and flowed with our hours of sleep.

In the last year, with my husband’s change in work schedule and my adjusting our household to it, I have tried many different times to read my Bible.  Mornings became difficult for me.  With my husband at work until very late at night, if I am going to get a run in, it will only be in the morning.  And what I need before the girls wake up is to get sweaty and feel somewhat accomplished.

I had tried naptime.  I would break out my Bible as soon as the girls went to sleep after lunch, but that didn’t feel natural.  Still with a lot of energy coursing through me, I could be cleaning up, putting away, and getting some projects done.

I also tried reading my Bible just before bedtime.  This was probably the worst time of all for me.  By the time I got into bed and opened the scriptures I could hardly keep my eyes open.  Some people say that if you read something right before bed you are apt to remember it better.  I say, not if you are sleeping halfway through the first paragraph!

Today I tried something different, though.  I asked myself:  When do I really NEED to read my Bible?

The argument could be made for every time of day. So many women, stay-at-home moms in particular, swear by reading their Bible first thing in the morning, to start their day with the Lord.  But I knew that the morning was not the time in which I needed Him the most.  I am a morning person, and often wake up excited to get some exercise and then see my girls.

For me it’s the evenings that are the hardest.  Putting the girls down by myself (dinner, bath, bedtime marathon) can be exhausting.  By the time I kiss them goodnight and shut their bedroom door, I am so emotionally drained that I often think about plopping in front of the television for a few hours with a bag of M&Ms.

Seriously.

Clearly, this is my most vulnerable time of day.

So today, before starting the dishes, and before turning on the television, I spent some time with my Savior.  And do you know what?  It worked for me.  My 7:30 pm date with God was wonderful. Why?  Because I needed His strength and His comfort through His word.  And it has fueled the rest of my evening.

I encourage you, if you are stuck in a rut of either not reading your Bible, or are having a hard time sticking to consistently spending time with God, find the time in your day when you feel you need Him most, and seek Him out then.

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I’ve had a short hiatus from blogging.  I know.

It actually feels quite weird to be sitting at my computer blogging now, baring my soul again to my readers.

Weird, but good.

A few short weeks ago I got some bad news that affected my ability to run in a half marathon I had trained for four months for.

Yes, four months.

I hadn’t shared my training with my readers because I honestly wasn’t sure how far I could get into it.  Last year I had trained about halfway for a half marathon in the first week of August, but we had some family events last summer that prevented me from finishing the training and running the race.

This year was going to be my year.  I was going to run a half marathon.

But I’m not.  Or at least not the one tomorrow.

Today was my second run back after an almost week and a half hiatus, and I was slow, stiff, and just downright uncomfortable.  There is no way I could run 13.1 miles tomorrow.

I feel like I’m starting from scratch, starting all over again.  I’m allowing my body to take it slow again, and to run shorter distances.  I’m listening to the muscles in my legs and my core when they tense and ache.

I feel old.

This too, shall pass.  I know.

I look forward to faster, smoother, more pleasant, and hopefully longer runs in my future.

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