Life On Eastboro
We are still here; it'll be two years in May. Believe it or not, there are still some boxes we haven't unpacked! I'm not real sure what happened this past year-and-a-half, but it seems to have flown by too fast. I guess with unpacked boxes it's safe to say I still feel a lil unsettled. I still don't have all pictures hung or every room organized like I had hoped I would by now, but ... it is what it is. Being a stay-at-home mommy is way harder and busier than I ever expected it would be - especially with a child like Elianna. She's strong-willed and very active; she must be doing and playing at all times! Between her and Robert I'm constantly busy. That's why I never get a chance to blog anymore. At least when I worked full time at a desk job it was easy to sneak a fairly regular blog post in. Now I have to choose between making sure all household chores are done (something that never happens) before I can sit down to spill my mind. And trust me, stay-at-home mommies everywhere know that you don't wanna get behind on one single chore, because you will NEVER catch up!
I'm still working most Wednesdays at West End Community Church; I get semester breaks and when the kids are out of school I generally am at home too. In September of 2014 WECC will begin a Mother's Day Out program, so maybe my hours will pick up then. Hopefully. Photography has picked up some with the holidays, but it's not a very steady income. People just don't wanna spend the money on photography. I can't say I blame them. I get it; times are tough, and families have to make choices. Unfortunately photo sessions don't make the cut. I raised my rates last year because I wasn't charging enough by the time I factored in gas, travel time, edit time, etc., but now it looks like I may need to consider lowering my rates again - maybe to somewhere in the middle. And I'm still an ACE/Saba distributor, but honestly have little time to put into making it a full time business. I know many women in my up-line who have done it and who are very successful at it, but ... I am a busy wife and mom. Right now I am content with distributing enough product to get mine for free. Ultimately though, our plan is for me to go back to work when Ellie starts kindergarten in the fall - at least a part time job.
Speaking Of Ellie
Her antics these days inspire enough writing material for a blog dedicated solely to her! And don't get me started on Monk Monk! He could have his own blog too! Wherever Ellie is, Monk Monk is there! She has had him and often played with him since she was 18 months old, but not until the move here did she have this attachment. If you see me, you see both Ellie and Monk Monk. We - or rather I - dress him, strap him in his own car seat, take him literally everywhere we go! I'm starting to feel like the sister-in-law in that movie "Lars And The Real Girl!" OMG! If you haven't seen that movie you need to so that you will understand what I mean! You can find it on Netflix.com. It's about a guy who attaches to (of all things) a life-like sex doll! I promise it's a great movie; nothing like it sounds! He is a kind of socially inept fella and has a hard time making friends, so he orders this sex doll and begins introducing her as his girlfriend in social situations. And what is so great about this small town that he lives in is that they understand his personality and social anxieties so they just go along with it. His sister-in-law helps him dress and primp her everyday! Everyone goes along with his delusion and begins to sign her up for social clubs or volunteer her at the local children's hospital - the whole town eventually falls in love with her too! That's how I feel. Most everyday I get up, dress this stuffed monkey (though some days Ellie decides he doesn't need clothes and so we forgo them), and take him EVERYWHERE we go. He gets strapped in when riding in the van. He gets strapped into shopping carts. He gets a seat at the table ... and you get the picture!
Truth is, he is starting to feel like another child; I even talk to him after Ellie goes to sleep sometimes. I think for Ellie, our move back to Nashville had its own sort of anxieties that she couldn't express or process. I think the move made her lonely, so she started asking for a brother or sister. When after repeated pleas Robert and I finally got her to understand that we were not planning to have any more babies, that she was it, she attached herself to Monk Monk. They have been inseparable ever since. It's going on a year now and I don't see and end to the Monk Monk obsession coming anytime soon.
Aside from the Monk Monk thing, she is developing into quite the extraordinary little girl with a personality that is anything but little! Her stature may be small, but her presence is larger than life! She is becoming so imaginative! Her vocabulary is exploding every day! Sometimes, she's like a miniature adult! Her facial expressions are priceless! She is unlike most every kid I know! For instance, she couldn't care less for Santa Claus! I don't get it! All other children (or at least most) buy into anything you tell them about Santa or elves or being naughty and nice ... but Ellie? In her own words she would prefer that "Mommy and Daddy just buy (her) toys." I dunno; this one is beyond me. Perhaps it's got to do with all the "stranger danger" we try to teach her, because she won't have anything to do with the man - isn't at all excited by him, doesn't want to go see him and most definitely will not be sitting in his lap! Smart girl. Maybe too smart for her own good! But really ... we tell her most days not to talk to strangers, and we pray for her protection and the protection of our home at night when we tuck her in. So naturally she is a lil confused when this time of year we expect her to believe that a stranger sneaks into our house at night to leave toys that we threaten to take away from her for the rest of the year. Lol! It's a wonder kids ever believe in Santa at all! :-)
All in all, even though most days I'm kept so busy cleaning up her messes and making sure she is stimulated and entertained that I don't get my to-do list done, I am so glad that I get to be Ellie's mommy! :'-) Life is a struggle for us right now; it would help out so much if I were working full time again and bringing in that extra paycheck, but it is a struggle that I wouldn't give back! There are too many priceless moments I would be missing, too many mini-sermons God wouldn't have the chance to preach to me any other way but through this child and too many lessons about life's simple pleasures that I would be forgetting.
Hey ... just another something that is what it is! Nothing I'm about to say is anything Robert hasn't already heard. I could tell ya that our marriage is picture perfect and that we get along wonderfully, but anyone who is married knows that just isn't true. There are many days that I feel overlooked, unheard and unappreciated ... but ... I'm sure Robert could say the same. :-/ I'm so busy cleaning, cooking and child-rearing and he is so busy working 60-plus hours a week that most days feel less like marriage and more like a single mother receiving child support and regular visits from her baby's daddy. I'm sure his job leaves him feeling like he really does only get scheduled visitations with us. But that's married life; life in general can keep two people so busy that sometimes they forget how to make time for each other. I think that's where we are. We just need some time alone - a REGULAR date night - something we commit to doing on a regular basis no matter what.
But I would like to add that we are still friends and still like each other and that goes a long way. Hands down Robert is my best friend. As with any "besties," we get mad at each other, have pet peeves about each other and have it out from time to time, but we are committed to making our life together work. In the last year things have gone from bad to worse - at least in my mind they did. I have felt ready to run some days! But that's just it: My mindset toward my husband and my marriage was wrong. I was letting myself become overwhelmed with disappointments about marriage, motherhood and life in general. I've recently come to realize that my disappointments were a result of wrong expectations. And it's easy to have wrong expectations - especially when you're a person who all her life had dreams and goals that have never panned out (at least not yet). It's harder sometimes (I think) to be a person with the mindset of living one day at a time and learning to let go of my ideas about how life should be. After all, they are ideas that I held onto for a long time, so letting go of them and just letting life be is hard. But, the more I do it, the easier it will get. Thank goodness Robert is the laid back one and not the spaz I can sometimes be. Thank God that he has less expectations about what life should be like for us. It's like I'm a combative balloon: full of hot air most days, and while I'm fighting the wind he's the tether that keeps me grounded and eventually pulls me back down to earth! I love him for that (and for so much more).
A year ago we were attending Cornerstone Church in Madison - a great church, but a really big church. We had moved back to Nashville and with it came the hope and promise that we were also moving out of the spiritual slump we had been in while living in Columbia. We were committed to finding a new church home. We wanted a church where our gifts could finally be used by God again. I haven't been an active part of praise and worship (nor he sound) since Ellie was about 18 months old. All we knew was that getting back in the game (so to speak) was the key to getting back on track spiritually. I feel like, when a Christian is operating in their gifts and talents in a church family, then they are committing themselves to the process of growth by way of accountability and character cultivation. When we lived in Columbia, we were in a church building (occupying a pew), but by not being a part of the church body we were not growing (not occupying our purpose). So the move was full of hope for a new beginning with a new church family and new church friends.
A dear friend had gone to Cornerstone for many years and invited me and Robert to come visit. This was great because this friend was one of those kindred spirits that you rarely find in life and since we had been separated by distance, I was full of hope about getting to rebuild that relationship with her.
At first, Cornerstone seemed like a church we could settle in. They have so many wonderful classes and ministries that you are welcomed to be a part of. Granted they did not necessarily need new singers; their stage was full of talent and each week it rotated to a whole new set of beautiful voices, but you felt encouraged to come be a part anyway. Their media ministry was the same: full of people willing to help and learn and open the door to any other who felt called to production or sound. They had literally over 50 small groups that you could be a member of. (The church leaders were smart enough to realize that people tend to feel lost in such a large "mega-member church crowd" so they launched a wonderful small group ministry.) I even found a delightful group of ladies to spend my Wednesday nights learning to cook with.
But Ellie didn't do well there. I don't know why. They had an organized children's ministry and even Middle Tennessee's largest indoor playground! But nearly every week she misbehaved and was kicked out of her class. One night she even kicked her teacher! :-( We tried to hang in there; we didn't want her to think that anytime she didn't like her teacher she could just act out and mommy and daddy would find another church. We felt an important lesson for her to learn was that she wouldn't always like or get along with everyone but that she needed to find a way to cope in those situations. We hung in for as long as we could until we saw that, important lesson or not, it was a forced lesson that wasn't getting through.
And Ellie issues aside, can I just say that I never felt that "home" or "family" feeling. I mean, it's a wonderful church for many people, but I just never felt it. Robert's work schedule was a factor in him never being able to connect with the men there. (Most of the small groups met at or before 6 p.m. and well, he works every day but Sunday until 6 so he could never connect with the groups). And truly, all my hopes were hung on reconnecting with my old kindred spirit friend; when that re-connection didn't happen I was left feeling very disappointed at my entire experience there. Once again, I realize now that I had the wrong expectations of people which led to my feeling disappointed; I see that now. But then I just wanted to build a relationship with someone who appeared to have little time for me. And ya know, my mindset may have wrong, but my experience is still a testament to the importance of relationships within the church.
Anyway ... we moved on from there. In May we thought we'd surprise Shane and Tereasa McCoy at Bellshire Assembly of God. They started going there about the time we moved back to town and had often invited us. I didn't tell her I was coming that morning. I just got in my car and instead of driving to Cornerstone I drove to Bellshire to surprise her, and well ... we've been driving to Bellshire ever since! :-)
So there it is: Our last 10 months in a lil more than a nutshell! Thanks for reading. I hope to find more time to blog more regularly. Merry Christmas everybody!