Heard this song
while doing errands
after work today.
It’s and old favorite.
It’s a nice reminder
that even if life isn’t perfect
it’ll be alright one day.
Enjoy!
🌷 ☺
Song: “Shawn Mullins – Lullaby”
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Contents compiled: January 24 2017
Originally published: January 24 2017
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Do you have the heart to give this life everything you’ve got?
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Contents compiled: January 21 2017
Originally published: January 23 2017
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I showered and dressed.
In the quiet of the bathroom
I could hear the sound
of scissors clipping
in the other room.
Me (thinking):
Hmm, is she cutting up paper again?
As I open the the bathroom door
I heard the shuffle and rattle
of her trying to shove
the box of toys under the bed.
In her hand was a pair
of very sharp scissors.
Me:
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!
Munchkin:
I’m cutting my hair!
Horrified at her response,
I froze with my mouth wide open.
Me:
WHAT DO YOU MEAN
YOU’RE CUTTING YOUR HAIR?
Munchkin:
Well you’ve been promising
to cut my hair for a long time
because it’s so tangled!
Plus, I’ve been asking you
for the scissors for 3 days!
Three days mom!
I finally found them today.
You took too long mom
that’s why I had to do it myself!!!
Me:
Huh?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME????
I was puzzled:
first by her logic,
second by her tone of voice,
third by her facial expressions
and fourth by her hand gestures.
I wasn’t sure if to be amused,
because she gave a response
I would give or
be horrified or mad
at what she just did!
I looked at her head,
There were chunks missing.
I pulled out the box,
There were several clumps —
Her ponytail was gone!
I reached for her hand
to guide her to the bathroom
since the light was better there.
She backed away.
Munchkin:
Mom, are you going to punish me?
Me:
No dear.
You’ll have enough punishment
when you go to school tmrw.
Munchkin:
Will my teacher punish me?
Me:
No dear, but I’m sure
she’ll wonder what happened!
Silently we walked to the bathroom.
I declined to explain what I meant
by my statement regarding
her punishment at school
as I didn’t want her to think
staying home was an option.
Upon further inspection
I figured there was enough
length left in some places
to do a creative combover.
Thankfully, her hair is curly.
That helped to camouflage
much of the damage.
I would have to write her teacher
a note.
Perhaps it would read
something like this:
“Dear Ms S,
Please pardon my daughter’s hair
but it was all her doing
and not my version
of ‘Haircuts Gone Wild!’ ”
Munchkin could see
the horror on my face.
She was confused
she wasn’t punished.
She was confused
that I was mostly silent
with the occasional mumble,
“What did you do?
What did you do?”
In her attempt to console me
she said something interesting.
Munchkin:
Mom, it’s okay!
There’s no need to worry.
My hair will grow back!
You cut your hair all the time
and it grows back, right?
Well mine will grow back too!
Me:
Yes, you’re right!
In that moment
I stopped worrying
and we both went to bed.
But it wasn’t until morning
as I was getting her
ready for school
did I discovered
more clumps of hair
were falling out.
The damage was
worse than I thought.
I concealed my displeasure.
She was going to school
at all costs!
This is her problem today.
A combover is all I can muster
when the school bus is only
10 minutes away.
I scribbled a note to her teacher
and we dashed out the door.
She returned from school that day
and the next in good spirits.
No one had made fun of her
and there were no requests
from her to stay home from school
because of her hair.
Perhaps no one noticed!
But the damage
was apparent to me
and I had to fix it
so her hair grew back evenly.
Everytime I take a shower
my daughter uses that opportunity
to exert her independence,
and without fail
my default exclamation has been,
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!!“
Thursday January 19 2017
was no different and I’m sure
there are many more incidents to come.
Thanks for reading about my adventures with my munchkin, ☺🌷
Hugs,
A
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Open your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Find your strength.
Rise up to face the music.
Groove to your own beat.
Live your life.
It’s the only one you’ve got.
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Absolutely love this! ☺
Reblog: January 25 2017
On Friday, February 5 2016, we were blessed to have a new addition to the family. Her name is Meena. It took three people to deliver her: one to push, one to pull and one to watch! Men!!! I felt like I was at a construction site. Why does it take so many guys to do one job?
In all honesty, Meena was a lot bigger than I expected, and when they brought her to me I thought they were mistaken, but the information checked out and, yep, she was mine, all 200 pounds of her, and she’s gorgeous! What do you think?
See, Meena is one of the Christmas presents I got myself in a sweet post-holiday sale. We also got a new sofa, and a few things for the bedroom but only Meena got named. Perhaps because she’s the most expensive appliance I’ve ever bought outside of the treadmill and embroidery sewing machine I purchased years ago but no longer have. And perhaps because she’ll be earning her keep with my enormous laundry duties as my previous washer just couldn’t keep up.
I’ve wanted Meena for a long time, much like I’ve wanted my munchkin. Don’t get me wrong, I was blessed to have two wonderful boys, but though I wanted to be a mom I wasn’t quite ready, I was young. I love my darling boys but the experience was quite different with them as mom disrupted many opportunities for us to bond adequately and this caused quite a bit of friction over the years. Many things didn’t go according to plan and I wished I’d done some things differently. Munchkin, was my last chance to make up for all the mishaps, and when she finally came I was married and ready to be settled. Also, I handpicked my dog from the animal shelter because I was ready for a pet.
Meena is a dream come true. She’s part of the family now and will play an integral role, hopefully bringing many years of “joy” to our temporary home and even more when we find someplace more permanent in the future.
When I opened the door, I was taken aback by how big she was. Yes I measured the space etc, but the picture in my head didn’t match what she actually looked like. It looked smaller online, probably because it wasn’t standing next to an actual household item. Oh well… She’s here, she’s healthy, so she stays!
As the delivery guys wheeled her in, Guy #1 asked,
Where do you want to put this bad boy?
Bad boy? Why did he assume it was a boy? Couldn’t they see her girly features?
Look at those cute, round buttons?
She’s so adorable!
Everything about her says she’s a girl! But I guess stuff like this happens all the time. That’s why mom’s dress new babies in distinct colors to quell all the confusion. On second thought, I should have ordered it in pink? I’m certain munchkin would have loved that! ☺
But back to the guys…
They rolled her into place, plugged her in, then attempted to connect the hoses promptly informing me they were not allowed, by company policy, to attach hoses under the sink, so as not to be held liable for any leaks.
Me:
Not that I’ll say anything should there be a leak, but okay, no problem, just tell me where they go and I’ll do it myself, it’s no big deal!
With that, Guy #2, probably assuming I’d make a mess of things, got under the sink and attempted to screw in the connections. Ten seconds later her emerged,
the hoses are too short, you need longer hoses.
Me:
Wait! What? I paid extra for reinforced hoses, why do I now need to purchase new hoses?
Guy #1:
Because a standard connection, where the hookups are on the wall, the hoses only need to be 4 feet long and that’s what these are. But since yours need to reach under the sink, you’ll need 6 foot hoses.
Me:
Damn! So you mean I can’t test drive this baby today? I wanted to make sure it worked before you guys left! Ok, just tell me what to buy and I’ll hook it up myself.
Meanwhile, Guy #3 has been standing off to the side the whole time just looking. Not quite sure what his role was as he never said a word. Perhaps moral support? (Men, I really don’t get this. Here’s your chance to enlighten me… I want to learn the meaning of your ways!!! )
Guy #1:
So where’s the mister?
Me:
There’s no mister. I’m the ‘Jane of all trades’ around here. Tell me what needs to be done and I’ll do it. That hose you see under there, I connected that myself for use with my tiny washer, which is now in the closet. Just write down what I need so I don’t forget!
And with that, he wrote on the back of the delivery forms what hoses I needed to buy, I signed the papers, gave them a tip, and they were gone.
Twenty minutes later (maybe less), my washing machine was connected via the VERY hoses with which it came. That extra hose from the previous washer, served as an extention for the ONE HOSE that was too short to reach the hot water inlet. Voila, problem solved and money saved!
See guys? It’s never good to underestimate a woman!
Meena is quite, does her job beautifully and is already a huge asset to us. All those nights of laundry duties just to keep up are gone now. I can now slow my pace to two large loads every three days. Whew, what a relief! I can finally get some rest!!! Munchkin and I are still at odds over the final name since she flops back and forth between Meena and Cinderella. I just have to convince her that she, whatever her name is, is NOT a toy! (Thank goodness I purchased additional 5 yr warranty. If they can’t fix it they’ll replace it.)
So what do you think of my Meena?
Which name do you prefer?
Do you have names for your the things you can’t live without?
As always, thanks for stopping by. Go hug your favorite appliance and have a great day! 😀
Hugs,
A.
Contents written: Feb 10 2016 | Originally published: February 16 2016 | © 2016 Moylom Enterprises
From birth until now
She has had to fight
For her independence.
An emotionally distant father,
An emotionally abusive mother,
An entire childhood of low self worth.
Mental games, manipulation,
Blackmail, control tactics —
It’s a miracle she made it out alive.
Her battle scars
Are wrapped around
Her mind, heart and soul.
Forty years is a long time
To be in battle.
No wonder she’s tired!
I don’t pity her,
She doesn’t want or need that,
She needs my love much more.
It’s so easy to love her,
But she resists —
She thinks she needs to earn it.
When I tell her
My love is unconditional
She cries in humility.
She just can’t understand
How she deserves
Such an untethered gift.
She has gone so long
Without true love
She finds me too good to be true.
Her battle scars
Are her pride and joy
In them she has found character.
If only she knew
I’d happily fight for her —
If only she’d let me.
Sometimes I think she forgets
I gave my life for hers once.
Will you please tell her I love her?
Sincerely,
JESUS.
Contents written: May 17 2016 | Originally published: May 18 2016 | Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises
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