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Leaving On a Jet Plane

Leaving On a Jet Plane to DISNEYWORLD!!!  After a full year, Hunter’s Make a Wish is finally here!  What a process this has been!  After our trip, I will detail the process, from start to finish.  Tonight…I just sit and think.  I think about all the things that are undone.  There is still a small load of dirty clothes.  Also, Hunter got wet but did not get a scrub bath.  Oh, then there is the “is it liquid or not” conundrum.  I am sitting looking at my kids’ boxes (for their keepsakes) and all I notice is that 2 lids aren’t on perfectly.

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Packing

Big Daddy is working on his bag at 10:39 pm.  I’m thinking about the dishes in the sink, getting video/pictures, and do I wear jeans or leggings on the plane?  Oh, one of the kids puked…is it nerves or a bug?  Will he be sick on the plane, get everyone sick…what if it rains the whole time we are there?  Seriously, my mind is swirling.

Over the course of the week, I got myself and 5 kids packed.  Luckily, my big girls can pack for themselves LOL.  In a stroke of genius and Marie Kondo-ing luggage, we were able to get them all packed in a backpack.  Yay!  I have a HUGE tote bag and a weekender.  Big Daddy has a duffel bag.  Our “checked bag” is full of just extra things and liquids LOL.  We are also checking an empty bag for souvenirs, per the advice of many other Make a Wish families!

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Thankful!

I am very thankful that my son-in-law is staying at our house.  You know, I am all about safety!  Also, my dear friend is coming to take care of my animals during the day.  I have all the bases covered!

For now, I channel God’s grace on this trip.  I am putting my OCD in a bottle and am going to physically *try* to let it all go.  It is hard to not focus on why we are there, sometimes.  I will not do that, this week!  We are not going to stress and we are going to have a great time!

Prayers are TRULY appreciated!

Chasing Pigs: September 13, 2011

Chasing Pigs: September 13, 2011
I Can’t Save the World: September 16, 2011.  Crap on the tiara….mess on the cape…..the world isn’t going to be saved by me.
Chasing Pigs: September 13, 2011.
Got a phone call, last night, from our friends across the street.  I was snuggling up to Big Daddy, we (all of us) were having a movie night and enjoying “The Adventures in Babysitting” (with the assistance of our lovely clear play machine).  Well, Brian is not the quietest person on the face of the planet and his voice BOOMS when he talks, and the earth shakes with his incredible laugh.  Love to hear him laugh.
Anyway, I heard the words “lost” and “pig” in the same sentence.  I looked at Big Daddy, and I asked him if he said that he lost a pig and if he did….when, on earth, did he get a pig?  Her name is Petunia, and she was a runaway. So, all 5 kids excitedly get on their shoes, turn on all the outside lights and head out to search for the lost pig.  To no avail.  Petunia was nowhere to be found.  Sadness.
I thought little else of it, last night.
Went onto bed and this morning, got up to take the 3 youngers to school.  I’m not a typical “get them to school” mom where every hair is in place.  I’m a throw on your pants, pull your Tina Turner hair in a ponytail, giant zit shining on my chin and no bra kind of mom.  We jump in the car, pull out, and I slow down thinking…”did I just see a giant pig?”
Why, yes I did…so the kids and I try to flank said pig.  She is HUGE and I “assumed” she would be slow.  I was severely mistaken.  Just cause your fat, doesn’t mean you can’t move like lightning. A woman, looking like I do, with no “support” because just running the kids to school doesn’t require putting support on….it is not a pretty sight.  Not.At.All.
Let’s just say…pig 1, Brandi and kids 0.
Get the kids to school, and what do I see, on the way home, but the pig, in the neighbor’s driveway is flanked by 2 dogs.  Easy as pie.  I stop, gather the “girls” up for another run at the pig and off we go.
Pig 2, Brandi 0
I stop at my friend’s house, and she is just as disheveled as I am.  I’m greeted at the door by Precious Child #1.  I could merely eat that little girl up.  I love it when someone is *so* happy to see me that her whole face lights up.  She lets me in, mommy has just rolled out of bed, holding Precious Child #2.  I’m in Heaven…sheer heaven.  Rocking one baby, sitting with the other, watching Tarzan and being in the company of a friend.  I tell her of my “issue” with the pig.  She doesn’t seem concerned, so I just sit and rock.
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I realize that I have to be ready for a visitor at 9:00 and I are looking, not appropriate.  Big Daddy’s only request was that I brush my hair, teeth and wear a bra.  I passed on my girls to their sweet mama and headed out.  As I’m getting in the car, I look up in the distance to see that stupid pig running down the road at full speed.
I knock on friend’s window, tell her where the pig is headed and she flies out the door with an infant in hand, toddler trailing behind her.  I pick up Precious #1 cause she doesn’t’ have shoes, and as we are standing in the front yard, we are both squinting down the road to see the black speck that is Petunia.  She hands me Precious #2 and flies in the house to get her shoes on.  I take both girls to my house to feed #1 breakfast and just to smell #2.  In the process, I get Peach out the front door, with her bike and she heads out to help corral the pig.
Later
Pig 3, friend & kid 0
It.  Is.  ON.

In the Mean Time: November 4, 2010

In the Mean Time: November 4, 2010

In the Mean Time: November 4, 2010.  Another one of those memories that make me giggle…now.  It is a beautiful fall day.  The wind is whippin’ through the trees, the clouds are floating around like large cotton balls.  There is the smell of burning leaves outside, the smell of vomit inside.  Ahhhh, gotta love these little moments of life.
Whispers of Sweet Nothings
As I was in a peaceful slumber, this morning at 1:30 am, my sweet stud of a husband crawls in bed…cuddles up….with what I thought was the whisperings of sweet nothings in my ear.  Alas, it was the whisperings of “Peach just puked in her bed.”  He sure does know how to get a girl moving 🙂  Bless his precious pea-picking’ heart, he took care of the “mess.”  He actually shook out the chunks off the blanket, close to the patio and onto the boxwood, out back.  He even washed the bedding for me.
Oh, Wait, There is More
I went downstairs to check on said puker, and she was pretty pathetic.  She had a puke bowl and was looking a bit gross.  I asked her if she wanted to come upstairs and sleep on the couch.  She wanted too, so we made her a bed and settled in for the night.  All was well in the world…everyone sleeping, B headed off to work….then there came a whirlwind in my bedroom…it was Boo.
“Catfish just puked up some sort of vegetables in his bed!”  Alrighty, then…that’s nasty.  Me, I don’t do vomit.  I’m a great kind of “after the puke” kind of mama, but the grody stuff…I’d just as soon forego.  I walk into his room, and there it is, chunky wads of green beans/corn and some other foreign substance.  I’m trying not to complete blow chunks while cleaning this nastiness up.
Flinging the Chunks
I gathered what I could and took it out front (I’m an equal opportunity gal since Peach’s chunks were out back, I thought it would be a good choice to throw Catfish’s chunks out front) and shook out what I could, behind the boxwood.  I walked through the house and realized that my feet were sticking to the floor.
My sweet husband (I really am thankful), when he cleaned out Peach’s bed, he carried the blanket out, without being uber careful not to drop vomit droplet’s all down the hall, through the dining room, then back through the kitchen, onto the laundry room floor.  Gross isn’t even the word to describe this moment.  I mop, mop again and then mop for the third time.  I *thought* I had it all cleaned up…that’s what I get for thinking.
Resorting to Vacuuming the Chunks
Since I couldn’t properly get the chunks out of his bed, by his mattress or on the floor, I had to resort to the vacuum cleaner.  Doctored up his bed, sprinkled baking soda on the mattress and the carpet and turned around to see Bug, green…not so much with envy, either.  She was blowing chunks, as well.  I gave her and D some, and they laid back down.  Boo was good, so I let him play the Wii while I laid back down.  He took the dogs out and said that the “cold air made his belly hurt.”  UGH.  I had the 4 sickly, upstairs resting and the one well one, we cleaned house and took care of business.
Chicken Update
She was moping, again..and I went out to check the chickens.  The 4 hens and Big Red rooster were waiting for their breakfast and some fresh water.  I obliged, with joy.  I do enjoy my chickens.  The boxes that my kids and neighbors made were ready for some wood chips, so I brought them into the bedroom/bathroom section of our coop.
There he was, Nugget aka Einstein (depending on the kid who is doing the talking)….he was perched way up top of some shelves.  I got to looking at him and realized that something was different…he was totally missing an eyeball.  He has always been the small one of the bunch, and the hens didn’t care for him, very much, so I’m guessing that they pecked pecked pecked on him.
All of this while I’m STILL hoping and praying that immigration approves us, but that is a whole nother story….today is strictly vomit and one-eyed roosters.
The fun never ends, does it…

Taking Time

Taking Time for myself is so hard. Self-care is hard but then I realized, no one takes care of the caregiver. Since no one takes care of me, I have to take care of myself.

Since I don’t take care of myself, my husband steps in and helps. He has arranged for a long weekend getaway for us. My job is to do nothing but enjoy it.

However, do you know how hard it is to relax? I say this because I have one medically fragile child and two other children with special needs? This, of course, does not take into account the other children and animals in my house.

My Big Kids

My oldest daughter, son-in-law, and my second oldest daughter are in charge. I arranged suppers, gave strict instructions to my children, and we headed out.

After our call home tonight, I knew Hunter was not behaving. He does not do well without me there. He is mouthy, emotional, refuses things, and throws tantrums. Why? Because he can.

He knows we are gone, therefore, he does what all 5 year old boys do…he pushes the envelope. I hate that he does not behave. It makes me feel like I am a horrible mom because I took some time for myself.

A Mama Knows

When you are the primary caregiver of a medically fragile child, you forget to breath, at times. I have tremendous guilt for leaving because no one can care for him like I do. Also, I do not play and he does not get away with the crap he is pulling now.

Yes, he has his struggles. His rages are part of his neurological condition. My older children are capable of handling him. He is also 100% manipulative boy who “smells fear.” He plays on that fear and he uses it to the best of his ability.

Taking Time

I needed this weekend. Enjoying my husband, sleeping in, eating food I did not cook, letting it all go. That does not make me an awful mom. I must not let satan play on that feeling.

We have had some deep discussions and made some HUGE life changing decisions. It is freeing to just be in the moment, to solidify things, to say things that needed to be said.

Forgiving

I have to learn how to cope with the condition that my son has. Also, I have to teach him to not play on his condition as he gets older. This condition is not a crutch.

Letting go of anger for a doctor who did not listen to me was a biggie for this weekend. So many things I want to say to him but in the end, what is done is done.

Realizing and forgiving myself for not pushing this doctor to do what I asked him to do in the beginning of this journey.

I yielded to a professional. In yielding, I allowed these chemicals to enter my child’s body because I was told it would help.

So naive.

Anger Rises

I am so angry with myself. As strong as a voice as I am. I freaking yielded. Now, we reap the after effects of my stupidity.

OCD, rages, insomnia, itching himself till he bleeds…all because I yielded. Damnit. I am truly so mad at myself and this doctor.

Diligently, I am trying to let it go. I have to forgive myself, this doctor, and this condition. I will not let satan have my son or my thoughts.

Jesus

God is bigger. I believe he has healed my son, it just has not been manifested. One day, I will share my thoughts with this doctor. I am certain he will do things differently if someone else shows up with these symptoms. He is a smart man and will learn from his mistake.

I am just sad my son had to be the one that he misdiagnosed. Sad because I did not voice my opinion and was not stronger in what I wanted done.

Thankful

Sigh…I am so thankful I have older children who can be me for a few days. Who can handle the craziness without letting me know all the stuff. I am thankful for a husband who cares for the caregiver.

For now, I will leave you with the best picture in the history of ever…this picture brings me GREAT joy.

Taking Time

Operation USE IT UP Underway

Operation USE IT UP Underway is going down!  Have you ever thought about your cleaning supplies, what all do you have going on in there?

Let us focus on your pantry, fridge, freezer, and other places you store food?

I am embarrassed about what all I see in these areas of my life.  Seriously, embarrassed.

Looking around, I see a lot of stuff I have that is just useless, and I bought a bunch because I had a coupon.  There are also things that, sadly, I forgot that I had, as well.

Focus Squirrel Girl, Focus

Just focusing on my bathrooms is going to be a beginning for me.  My first goal is going green within all areas of our lives.  The secondary objective is to minimalize those belongings because, in reality, we do we really need 3 hair dryers, 35 sets of sheets, or 500 bottles of dried up nail polish?

Focusing on one area, at a time, is helpful for me.  I tend to have SQUIRREL moments.  One primary reason for that is because when I take something out of the bathroom, to put it where it belongs…I tend to start cleaning up the place that it belongs.  Thus leading me to forget about the fact that I was, indeed, already cleaning the bathroom.  Does that make sense?

Bathroom Tips and Tricks

Tame Your Squirrel:

One way to tame my squirrel is diffusing my Squirrel Blend recipe from doTerra.  It smells amazing and it, honestly, keeps me moving right along.  If you are interested in a sample bottle (free) or want me to make you a 10 ml prediluted bottle (cost + shipping), send me an email to thebarefoothomeschooler@gmail.com

Laundry Basket:

Another trick I use is that I get a laundry basket and I put it in the bathroom, with me.  This way, when there is something in the bathroom, that needs to go to another place in the house, I just throw it in there.  I take the basket downstairs, and I have each kid get their stuff out of it and put it where it belongs.

Using it all up

Let’s say I have 8 bottles of facial cleanser, that I bought because I had a coupon.  Now, let’s say that I have tried said facial cleanser and it is merely not my jam.  If you can imagine now, that I have given my daughter’s this facial cleanser and it breaks them out.  Now visualize that 7 brand new bottles of facial cleanser are continued to be stored in my bathroom for no particular reason, yet, like a chipmunk, I hoard it.  That’s where DONATING comes to play.  Take it to a Needline, a church food/hygiene pantry, a women’s shelter, or find a friend who likes this brand and gift it to them.  The point is…is get it OUT of your bathroom.  I know that I will never use this and I refuse to throw it away.  It is brand new, that is like flushing cash down the toilet.

Makeup:

Recently, I went into our local department store, and I received a free makeup makeover.  It was so much fun.  There is so much I do not know (or care to know), but what I did find out is that makeup can go wrong.  Yes, I’m aware that you probably already knew that, but I didn’t.  So, I bought my “colors” of makeup, and I came home, and I threw away a lot of my old, broken, or nasty makeup that I already had.  I also threw away brushes that I had had for 10 years (I didn’t know they were supposed to be washed…sick, I know).  I figured if I invest in new stuff now, I would remember to clean my brushes and how old things were…new beginnings are always good.makeup

Medication:

For the love, do not keep expired meds.  I don’t care if they are antibiotics, cold/cough meds, antacids, or tubes of cream.  Please, look at the dates and get rid of them.  There are expiration dates on the product for a reason.  These medications can lose their efficacy and could harm you.  Be wise.  We are going all natural with our medications.  I will be posting on our medication journey tomorrow, so be sure and come back!

Bathroom Cleaning Products:

My daughter was deep cleaning her home, one day.  She texted me, in the meantime, saying that she suddenly started vomiting aggressively and that she couldn’t stop.  Well, what’s a mama to do?  I high tailed my butt over there to help her.  I had no more gotten to her front door, that I started coughing.  It was like something was caught in my throat, and it wouldn’t dislodge.  Once I opened the door, this fog hit me, and I started coughing, uncontrollably, until I almost puked.

Come to find out, she had bought/used every cleaner known to man.  In her mind (and most peoples minds), if it is name brand, then it is going to a great job cleaning.  NO.  Just NO.  We were inhaling boatloads of unnecessary chemicals.  We all had headaches and were coughing.  It was pitiful.  We opened her front door, opened all the windows of the apartment, and we had to have a fan blowing out to draw this stench and chemical fog out of the apartment.

Once that happened, she quit vomiting, I quit coughing, and headaches subsided. All you need to clean with are these essential items:  Vinegar, Water, Castile Soap, Blue Dawn Dishwashing Liquid, OnGuard concentrate, baking soda, and any of these essential oils:  Lemon, Melaleuca, Onguard.  For more information on how I make cleaners or if you want the oils, yourself to create your own green cleaning supplies, be on the lookout for a post on Friday.

Organization:

Another tip is to go to the Dollar Tree or Dollar Store and buy those clear shoeboxes with a lid.  Also, get some labels and a sharpie.  I like to keep all “like” things together.  I have all nail polish in a box, all toothbrushes/toothpaste, all travel sized bottles, etc. in these boxes.  This is a lifesaver, but only if you put the labels on them.  I made the mistake of not doing that, and one of my kids pulled every box out, opened every box, and made a mess…all looking for fingernail clippers.

First Aid Kit:

Organized, cleaned out, complete first aid kit is a must.  You can buy premade ones at Walmart or on Amazon.  You can also make your own.  I do keep mine in a red bag to make it easier to identify in high-stress moments.  Those moments can range from if a child throws a set of hedge clippers down from a tree and they landed point down on another child’s head to cutting your toe off while walking a pug or a head-on collision at the end of your driveway.  You know, simple things in life 🙂  For more on my First Aid Kit:  Check out Saturdays post.

Donate, Throw Away, or Use Up:

Be sure and clean out your little shoeboxes.  Throw away things that are old, broken, used, or not worth giving away.  If it can be donated, DONATE!  Help another person out.  If you have a smidge of something, use it up, don’t waste it.  Do not use a full product when you have 12 products that are 1/2 used.  Use those products up and don’t be wasteful.

doTerra Oils Choices:  3 Ways to Buy doTerra Essential Oils

To buy any of the essential oils that I mentioned, you can head over to My doTerra Website and click on the SHOP tab.  From there, you can order whatever your hearts desire and it will be shipped directly to you.

If you find that you are going to spend around $100, it would benefit you to become a Wholesale Member (these members do not sell the product.  They receive the benefits of getting 25% off of retail costs, plus if you get 125 PV (product volume, not cost), and you order before the 15th of every month you can receive the free product of the month, as well.  If you get 200 PV, you get another free product.  For the month of October, that product is a FREE car diffuser with 3-5 ml citrus oils! To do this, you will click on the “Become a Member” tab.  From there, you will click on “Wholesale Member”.  There is a fee of $35 that will give you all these great benefits for a year!  Each year after, you will have a reduced yearly fee of $25 plus a free bottle of oil.  You will then choose your region and your language.  Lastly, you will fill out your information, the oils you would like, shipping, and so on.

Now, if you are interested in becoming a Wellness Advocate, then that is fantastic.  You will continue to click on “Become a Member” and then you will click on “Wellness Advocate.”  By becoming a Wellness Advocate, doTerra waives the $35 fee!  You can also choose from any of the enrollment kits at a HUGE discount.  Once you become a Wellness Advocate for doTerra, you are eligible to receive commission :).

Overwhelming Sadness

Overwhelming Sadness

 

Today (this being written on Saturday the 29th), I have overwhelming sadness.  There is no particular reason why.  It has been a beautiful day but it has been a long day.  I have accomplished quite a bit, but still feel like I’ve done nothing.  Now, in the quiet of my room…I feel that pressure of sadness.  It is almost like a weighted blanket being laid across my chest.

The one year anniversary of my Lady leaving me is today.

Fear of failure.

Frustration over accidents.

Anger in regards to businesses and their lack of care for their customers.

Sadness as I think of my niece and nephew.

Hurt as I think of what my sister has to deal with on a daily basis.

Listening to a friend, mourn knowledge of what has been.

Pain thinking of the things that little eyes have seen and little ears have heard.

Uncertainty when I look at my son.

So Many Emotions

Since I’ve been off my anti-depressants, I feel things.  I feel ALL the things.  This is not pleasant for me.  I’m certainly not familiar with these emotions and the random times they pop up.

I miss my friend.  It really is that simple.

Lately, I have stepped out of myself and I’ve allowed myself to talk about these things (all the things) to my husband.  Bless his heart.  He is so good.

He simply doesn’t know what to do with all that encompasses me and these things that I feel.  When I say I’m fixing to cry, he sits down and lets me sit on his lap and cry.  It doesn’t take long and once I’m done, I’m done.

He’s a good man.

God is Bigger

For now, I will lean on the knowledge that God is bigger.  He is big enough to handle all these stressors, mean people, stupid mistakes, and health issues.  I have to realize that, in Him, he sees the beauty in me.  He captures all my tears and he places them in a bottle.

He is good.  All the time and all the time He is good.

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