beat you’re kids up

For the last two mornings I’ve done something that I haven’t been doing for a year.  I beat my kids up.  By “beat up” I mean I got up out of my bed and started my day before they were awake.

This was something I did as often as I could before I went back to school, but I fell off the wagon.  I actually did get up and get ready before them on workdays, but I was gone all day.  It doesn’t have the same benefit when you aren’t around the kids.

I like getting up earlier then they because I don’t like starting my day with a list of demands and tasks.

Mom I’m hungry.

Mom ____ isn’t sharing.

Mom can I _____?

What are we doing today?

What are we eating?

When is dad coming home?

I think you get the drift.  There’s instant motion and work in my house, the moment the children rub their sleepy eyes.  The workload begins and I find myself grumpy and weighed down.

Yesterday was a great example of why, for me, beating the kids up is of utmost importance.

We had “one of those days”.  I mentioned before how we are all learning how to be together.  With school out, it’s even worse now.  Our house hasn’t found it’s rhythm yet.  Rhythm is important.  Moving has also contributed to the chaos.

I woke up, had my time in the scriptures, drank an exorbitant amount of coffee, and the first little one came trickling out to the back porch.

The back porch is my favorite spot in the morning.

The rest of the day was rough.

fighting, arguing, disobeying.

Sound familiar?  I hope not, but I know I’m not alone.

I handled the hectic mess so much calmer and gracefully than I had been this last month.

Truly, I just to mentally prepare for the day.  Soak in The Word, sip in the caffeine, and prepare for battle.

That’s what it can feel like, can’t it? A battle for peace.

Do you need to prepare for battle as well?

How do you maneuver the mine field in your house?

I beat my kids up.

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crazy thoughts: why I want to be a vagabond and roadschool

Yesterday was my day off.  I had big plans of cleaning and catching up on things around the house.  Instead I spent most of my free time looking at tiny houses and fifth wheels.  Something about our western life seems to feel like a burden to me.

I know I’m thinking crazy vagabond thoughts, but wouldn’t it be so freeing to not spend all time and money pouring into housing and mundane life? What if all the traveling I’ve longed to do , and places that would be so enriching for the kids were a reality?

Yesterday I allowed myself to DREAM…

I do this often.  Just daydream.

What if we roadschooled?  Lived for months at a time in a camper?

Is someone poisoning my food and making me think all these crazy things? I’m sure my husband thinks that’s where all this is coming from.

I realize this.

But, truly, it’s a need to free myself from burden.  Think about it…we spend our whole lives working our hands just so we can pay for a house.  What if that money was spent on life experiences?  Traveling the country…the WORLD!  We could know things about life and God we could never know without taking a leap.

Could we be free to go wherever we wanted?  What would that look like?

I imagine all the people we could meet and help and encourage.  I imagine our family relying and trusting and just being with each other.  How close would we become?  How would that shape our character?  How many opportunities would we have to fully rely on God and trust Him?

I want to place myself in an uncomfortable position.  I want our family to LIVE, to EXPERIENCE, to LEARN, to TRUST, to DREAM.

I’m half way across the world already.

Can you just pretend with me for a minute?

I know it’s a long-shot.  I am dreaming anyways.  Let me be…FREE for a moment.

What sorts of crazy thoughts do you have?  If you could do or be anything, what would it be?  What/who stops you from doing it?

What does your FREE look like?

 

beating the heat

IMG_1619 IMG_1623 IMG_1617There is a heat advisory in our area now.  As if anyone who lives here needs to be advised that it’s totally stinkin’ hot.  Naturally, it was the perfect time for our AC unit to break.  Yeah, not so fun.  I know that there are people who live in the jungle and never have air.  If you’re not raised that way or you’re not on the mission field, it’s difficult to be at ease with the inside of your house reaching 90 degrees. I’m so thankful that Nick found such helpful people to walk him through the fix.  It took two full days to get our house cooler.  We have it rigged now, but the cold air’s blowing.  All this yucky heat led us to break out the swimming pool that was given to us a few months ago. This kids didn’t seem to mind this route for cooling off. What are some of your ideas for cooling off?  Popsicles are another one of our favorite beat-the-heat treats.