Better today....

Today the irritable mood was gone but I was crying a lot instead. Another crazy occurrence when I don't even know why I'm crying. I hid it one time but two other times today me darlin' boys were subject to their mother being in tears. I've explained to them that this happens to me sometimes and I'm not sure why I'm crying and they've learned to accept that when I tell them.

Last night turned out better than I thought it would. Steve talked to me all the way downtown to pick up Mark, the most I think he's ever talked to me at one time before...hehe....
After picking up Mark, Steve ended up falling asleep (probably had something to do with our exciting conversation about the economy) and slept the rest of the way.
We got a quick dinner and went to Beth's game which was a good one. They played the team that is ranked 20th in the country and tied them, 0-0, in double overtime. The other team had 39 players and Beth's team only has 20 which makes a huge difference, especially in a game involving overtime. Beth ended up playing the entire 110 minutes, most of it in midfield, and for anyone who knows anything about soccer, playing a midfield wing requires a lot of running.
They were really happy to shut them out and hold them to a tie. It was exciting to watch.
We stopped and got Beth something to eat on the way home and didn't arrive back until almost midnight.
I was so glad that I had said my rosary in the car so that I could go off to bed.

I hope that all of you have had a blessed Tuesday....may you sleep peacefully in the knowledge of His love...

Just do it, Barb

I woke up in one of those moods today...I'm feeling really irritable.
Actually, it started last night.
I hate feeling this way.
I'm so behind on my blogging here and I want to update, but every time I start, I get overwhelmed with everything that's happened these last two weeks and I feel like I'll never catch up, so I guess I'll just start here.
The rest of it is just water under the bridge anyway.

We have been busy going to Beth's soccer games. It's her last year to play and we want to get to every game. She's been doing pretty well. Her team always seems to start slowly and then pick up steam. Last Tuesday she had a game against a local rival that they won 2-1 and she scored the winning goal. Saturday, she had a game in their conference and she also scored the winning goal for that game, plus an assist, so that was awesome.
Tonight she has a game about 70 miles away. The boys don't want to go, so Mark and I were going to go alone and leave a little early so that we could have dinner out by ourselves. We haven't had dinner alone in almost two months, so I was really looking forward to that. Last night, Beth asked if Steve could go with us, so dinner alone is not going to happen, unfortunately. That fueled my irritated feeling a bit.
Then I talked to someone dear to my heart last night and I must admit, I was feeling a bit irritated with them about something which I was trying to let go of, but being in this mood, I said something to them and so I was annoyed with myself. It's strange how I can be okay with something, but once the irritated mood starts, everything seems to irritate me. I hadn't planned on saying anything, but they said something that reminded me of it, and the words slipped out of my mouth without me even thinking about it.
Afterwards, I went to bed and couldn't sleep. I was awake a long time just thinking about things and so now I have a long day ahead of me on only four hours of sleep. That ought to help the mood!!! hehe...
I honestly think it's all fueled by the hormones. It's amazing the effect they can have on my moods.

I just tried to copy some pictures off the internet of the cabin we stayed in when we were in the Smokies, but it wouldn't work. Gee...I guess they don't want any free publicity...hehe...

I should get off here and start the rest of my day. Michael has co-op on Monday which requires going to early Mass. He's already up, but I need to get my Johnny up which is a bit more of a challenge sometimes.
Perhaps, I can sneak in a nap sometime late morning.....

A blessed Monday to you all....

Happy Birthday to me darlin' Johnny!!!

My baby is 15 years old today....hard to believe.

Today we are all going downtown to have lunch with Mark to celebrate...even Beth is going with us!
John is really excited about it all.

A blessed Friday to all of you...

My rosary wins....

I would dearly love to update tonight and write some of the things that have happened in the last 10 days, but I'm so, so tired....
I still want to say my rosary and I have this feeling that when I'm finished with it, I will want to drop into bed.
I've been really trying to be good with my homeschooling and I am keeping up so far with it and managing to get caught up with my housework (slowly).

A blessed night to all my dear blogging friends....I will remember you in my prayers and pray for your peace and protection....

Update soon, I hope....

I am hopeful that perhaps this evening, I will be able to find time to update. On Sunday, the 14th, the remnants of Hurricane Ike blew through Cincinnati and with it went our power for three days. That made life a bit interesting!
Tuesday morning we left for the Smokies (with our power still out) and had a grand time there that went way too quickly. We returned home late Friday night and the weekend was constant activity.
Today shall be busy too but I'm hopeful that this evening I may be able to find some time to update while me darlin' boys are at youth group.

A blessed, joyful Monday to all....

In the Smokies

We've had a busy last few days and I'll write more later. Today, we're in the Smoky Mountains and we're off to go to the park.
I hope everyone has a blessed Wednesday....

Randomness

I've been very busy all week trying to keep things going around here and do a good job homeschooling. I've also just haven't had the inclination to write anything, if you know what I mean.
Two little random thoughts....
After Mass on Monday morning, as we were walking out of church, an older lady stopped Michael and asked him his name. With a puzzled look on his face, he told her and she replied that she wanted his name so that she could pray for him. He very nicely told her thank you. The look he gave me as we walked out was so funny, that I almost laughed out loud. He said it made him nervous. I told him that I liked the thought that a devout older lady would be praying for him.
And I do....

Have you ever met someone who just can't remember your name? There's a woman I've known for several years now. She's in our community and is in her 40's. She can never remember my name. It's become a joke between us when I see her now. She seriously can't remember it. She says I don't look like a "Barb", I look like a "Kathy" to her, so she wants to call me Kathy though she knows it's not my name. She was at noon Mass yesterday and she came out and once again, she couldn't remember, so one of my other friends said Barb before I could say anything. We laughed and my other friend said that for a long time, she kept wanting to call me Karen. She doesn't think that I look like a "Barb" either.
Too funny...I don't look like my name, it seems.

Off to the craziness of my life...
A blessed Thursday to all.....may you be ever mindful of His everlasting love....

My Mama Bear Instincts

Just after I thought I had resolved the problems of last week, another problem has popped up. Something else to make me examine myself and how I react to things. This one is worse because it's not about me, it's about one of my babies! And that brings out all my mama bear instincts which sometimes causes me to speak before I think.
I haven't spoken yet but have been mulling over these things in my mind before I speak to the person who emailed me. I'm trying to vent my anger about the way she wrote me before I talk to her.
I'm actually thinking that I'm going to let Mark deal with this situation because I know he will handle it more calmly than I will.
But I must admit that part of me just wants to talk to this person and let my mama bear instincts go wild.
However, that would probably only make matters worse so I guess I'll just let Mark handle it. Poor Mark....

A blessed peaceful Sunday to all...and please say a prayer that we have one too!

Edit: Me darlin' husband handled it well. By the time he had called, I had calmed down about the whole thing, but decided to let him do it anyway.
All is well again....

I've had a busy week and one where the dear Lord has been working on my heart....always humbling.

On Tuesday, Michael had his first day of high school co-op for the year. Since it was Mark's birthday, John and I went downtown and went to noon Mass with Mark and then out to lunch. After lunch we drove to his piano lesson, then had to drive to the co-op to pick up the carpool and deliver everyone home. By the time we arrived home, it was 4:30 and I was in desperate need of a nap but instead I made a blueberry cobbler for Mark....his favorite.
We went out to dinner with my parents and had dessert at their house. I was really tired and flopped into bed by 11...definitely different for me!
Wednesday I was busy with school, noon Mass, and then after dinner Beth had a soccer game. This team she played against is always annoying. The goalie is always nasty. This time every chance she could, she would kick Beth in the leg (on purpose). Once when Beth was tripped trying to take a shot, the goalie came up and stomped on her calf...a bit painful when she's wearing a soccer cleat! Beth has a huge bruise and lump on her leg. Another of Beth's teammates also had her leg stomped on by this same goalie. She ended up needing crutches. Another girl was knocked down and had her arm fractured. This team is crazy and they almost always manage to do it in a way that the refs don't see and so they get away with it. Very frustrating. Unfortunately, Beth's team lost 1-0.
Oh well....
Thursday was a busy day with school, Mass, errands, visiting with my parents, our monthly confession time, and the local Harvest Home Parade. It's a family tradition that we attend....it marks the end of summer and the beginning of fall for me. Afterwards, we all went out for a late dinner and then home to bed.

Today has been a busy day of school, Mass, and Adoration tonight...always a blessing.

I've learned a few things about myself this week...the hard, humbling way. I had a long talk with Father in confession and as always, he gave me good advice. It's going to be difficult to follow in many ways, but I know I must. I know I can't do it alone....I need to rely on His grace and strength.
God is good, always.....

A blessed weekend to all.....

Happy Birthday Mark!!

Happy Birthday to my darlin' husband!!!!

He's 51 years old today....which boggles my mind. How did that 17 year old boy I met turn into a 51 year old man so quickly? Life is precious indeed and goes so quickly...

I have a crazy day ahead....I hope all of you have a blessed, joyful one....