Tears, Sweat, and a lot of PTO

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Crafts Abound

I must admit that one nice side effect of no longer being PTO president is all of the spare time I have seemingly fallen into. Don’t misunderstand. Last year I was busy, but was I really that busy? I would appear so. Now I nonchalantly navigate most days, freeing myself to become a woman of leisure. ::snicker:: Yeah, right! Right after the laundry, the bathrooms, the dishes, and a myriad of other household chores. Still, it’s nice when segments of time are free, and I get that rare opportunity to craft. Lately, creative juices have been flowing out in all areas, and I must {unashamedly} admit that I’m rather loving it.

Over the course of the past two weeks I have produced: 4 infinity scarves, a regular scarf, 4 accent pillows, 8 stockings, 24 gift tag ornaments, 2 tie-flower pins, and 2 decorative “photos”. And I’m still going. And that makes me happy, happy, happy! Give me a glue gun and a couple of hours and anything becomes a possibility.







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Change is Challenging

In my own little world, I am the calmest, most easy-going individual. Nothing phases me. In. My. Mind.

Reality? I’m a control-freak. I have routines and expectations that there will be as little change as possible to those routines. A day like today just sets me spinning round and round in unproductive circles, and all I seek is the comfort of sleep.

I’m finding that sleep is my drug of choice. That I live in this delusion that a good night’s sleep or a well-timed nap will right the wrongs and perchance change my attitude. With chronic fatigue, it’s difficult to determine at times which is the condition or what is just over-stimulation. Today was definitely the latter.

* An earlier than normal start to the morning.

* Discombobulation of time and space in the transitioning of the Things for 2 hours.

* The avoidance of a previously made to-do-list thus resulting in a partially accomplished day.

* Puppies who felt the need to communicate their displeasure at the neighbor’s remodeling project. All. Day. Long. A continually barking dog reminds me of a colicky baby. And my nerves are left just as raw.

* The addition of a “quick” run into the store for last minute dinner additions, but thankful for a crock pot full with beef stew.

* Directing and re-directing the Things plagued with ADD into the realm of Never-Ending Homework. An easy night that resulted in over 2 hours of haggling, negotiating, and tears. I’ve promised the Things that I won’t cry so much the next time.

* An iPad that has taken a mind of its own with the help of Thing 2. Almost two hours of troubleshooting resulted in the conclusion that I’m headed to the Apple Store. But not tomorrow. I have plans.

* Things who holler back “I’m coming” after summoned to bed, only to drag their feet for another ten minutes. “Impatience is mine,” sayeth the Mama who prays and pleads for the quiet after tucking in and night time prayers are uttered.

* Paths of destruction that compile tomorrow’s list.

* Tomorrow’s list mocks me.

And all of the while the commotion is swirling around me, I hear this still, small voice in my head that merely whispers, “Be still.” And I can’t help but feel that I’ve failed today. There are so many days where stillness if forced upon me and fewer days where stillness is a luxury. Yet, I’m reminded in that voice that God’s got this. That I don’t have to be in a state of perpetual motion. I only wish that I’d listen to that voice before the day passes into the night.

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A Year in Time

It has come to my attention over the past year that I have been excruciatingly neglectful of this blog. And I aim to do better.

The past year has been full. And that’s an understatement. When one agrees to become a PTO/PTA president, one should also receive a prescription for Prozac or merely a subscription to the wine-of-the-month club. Standard. No questions asked. No judgements made. Last year was full of more sweat and tears than smiles, but it was my last. Well, my last as president anyway. I’m still involved this year albeit in a more subdued capacity. Our last year of elementary school, and there’s that lasting aftertaste of bitter-sweetness.

Years of chronic pain have {finally} resulted in more doctors, increased levels of testing, and a diagnosis that includes: Fibromyalgia, Lupus, Rheumatoid Arthritis, Chronic Fatigue, and Chronic Migraines. The new regimen of medications coupled with almost daily chiropractic visits leave me now with more better days than bad….so long as I don’t overdo it on the really good days. And I’m feeling the need for a massage {or three} as a reward for making it through the first 8 weeks of school without any major complications or meltdowns. Who says incentive doesn’t work?

As I was updating calendars last night, I realized that we’re on the eve of October. And yes, I do plan on participating in the October Dress Project again this year {#ODP13}. I already have my dress picked and purchased. Admittedly, I’ve already worn it a couple of times. Last year’s ambitions of a red dress with white polka dots was indeed lofty with a wardrobe the color of a closet Goth. It would seem only natural that I’m giddy over my black dress.

However, in honor of last year and in anticipation of this year, I have pieced together photos of last year’s pairings. May this year be bigger and better in many different ways.

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