Monday, May 11, 2020

When All Your Mother's Day Dreams Come True

One of the first things I did when I found out the schools were closing for the coronavirus was buy a whiteboard. I have several small ones around the house, but I wanted a bigger one to hang on the wall so I could write down info for the family each day to avoid being asked the same questions over and over.

What are we doing today? 

Check the whiteboard.

What's for dinner?

Check the whiteboard.

Every day for 60 (now 61) days, I have written something on the whiteboard.

As the weekend approached, my kids were starting to ask about Mother's Day. I told them I would love for them to get along, clean the house, and be in charge of "church." Then I threw in, "Oh yeah, and make me breakfast!" because I knew they would love that.

On Saturday, I reiterated my desires on the whiteboard and added one more thing just for fun:


A little while later, I got this text:

I then received a meeting ID and password. I couldn't let down Hugh Jackman down, so I logged into Zoom on Sunday, and we had a lovely chat.


He looked a little different than usual - probably because of quarantine. His whiskers appeared to be drawn on, he had on sunglasses, his accent was a bit off, and his voice sounded a little higher than normal.  


He showed me his collection of original movie posters.


"Here is a poster of me holding my arm in the air for no reason," he explained. 

Then he told me he had a surprise for me! He had mailed me a package, and it was due to arrive any minute!

Shortly after the call, the package showed up on the porch.


I opened it and found a signed photograph and the two movie posters. Talk about speedy delivery! 

What an amazing experience! I only wish Nicky could have been around to see it. 

Saturday, May 9, 2020

Seventeen

Today is our 17th wedding anniversary! We were supposed to go to Disneyland. I'm not sure if you've heard, but there's this virus going around that has caused Disneyland to close. How tragically inconvenient!


Instead, we're staying home, doing yard work, and having our Familyversary dinner with the kids. Scotty is actually in the country this year, so that's a plus! Of course I'm disappointed that we didn't get to go to Disneyland, but I haven't dwelled on it. We'll just keep trying to make the best of the circumstances (I admit, it helps knowing that no one else gets to go to Disneyland, either. I don't get to go to Disneyland! You don't get to go to Disneyland! Everybody doesn't get to go to Disneyland!)


Our anniversary obviously makes me think about our wedding. In hindsight (and with seventeen additional years of experience stockpiled), I would plan my wedding very differently. At age 19, I hadn't really been to many weddings, so I didn't know what I doing. I ended up just doing what I saw my few friends and cousins do who got married in the months before me. I bought a couple of wedding planning books and learned the customs. There was no Pinterest (thank heavens). Heck, there was hardly even the option of digital photography! The most exciting "new" thing for weddings at the time was a wedding video!

My friend Wendy took our engagement photos (via film)

Scotty's aunt Megan took our wedding day photos (via film)

If I had the chance to do it over again, I'd probably still get married in the Salt Lake Temple, but I'd leave right after the sealing and travel with Scotty for a couple of weeks. Then we'd have a big barbecue with friends and family when we got back. No reception. No dress (other than a cute, simple, casual, white dress that I could rock with my skinny 19-tear-old body) (I didn't know I was skinny. I didn't understand the perks of being thin. I took it all for granted. I also fully believed that my body would never change). I'd free my poor family from all of the burdens I placed on them in the planning of my wedding. I thought my wedding was simple - but it wasn't simple. It was cheap, and now that I am older, I can see that I relied so heavily on so many people to do stuff for my wedding just to keep it "cheap," and I was a little entitled about it. In that way that is so classic in teen development, I thought the whole world revolved around me and that everyone lived to serve me. Why wouldn't they want to do endless amounts of work for my wedding?

Our flowers were done by Scotty's second cousin 
who owned a floral shop

Me being skinny and naive

Sometimes I laugh at all of the big life decisions I made before my frontal lobe was fully developed. I made choices regarding my education and career, I got married, we bought a house, and we had a baby (after fertility treatments and testing - because I had nothing better to do at age 21) all before my brain reached its capacity for rational thought.

Oh the bullets I dodged!

One thing about my wedding that always makes me smile is the great amount of support we had, despite our selfishness and underdeveloped brains. We did demand a lot from people in our ignorance, but so many family members and friends stepped up and did so much for us. Our wedding was very well attended. We had nearly 600 names in our guest book (because you count those things when you're 19 and you want to confirm that the world revolves around you - even though you don't know that's what you're actually doing). The gifting was intense and generous. We were given so much.

One of the things I actually did right was the thank you cards. My wedding planning books prompted me to get those cards written and sent and in a timely manner. I took that responsibility very seriously! And I do remember feeling genuinely grateful for the gifts and wanting people to know it. I had all my cards sent within the first month. And throughout our marriage, I've recalled the things people gave us. Just yesterday I was outside watering the garden, and I remembered that Scotty's co-worker Jared gave us a hose for our wedding. He was so excited that he carried it through our wedding line so he could show us. "Congratulations, guys! Look! I got you a hose!"

It actually was a really great gift! We needed a hose! Another great gift - a fire extinguisher with a card that said, "We hope you never have to use it!"

I remember those first few months of marriage - I sincerely believed that I was a domestic goddess. I had no idea that I wasn't a good cook or that there were a lot of homemaking skills I didn't yet have. I just confidently went about my home life, serving Morrison meat pies and Kraft mac and cheese for dinner and thinking I was providing my husband with the most gourmet selection he'd ever been offered. What a good sport Scotty was! I knew nothing outside of convenience food, although there was a time when I George Forman Grilled the crap out of some steaks and invited people over for dinner - probably with a side of Suddenly Salad and canned corn. I thought I was giving them a real treat! Overcooked, dry steak!

This was where we lived after we got married. Oh this house! 
It would have been the perfect setting for a horror film!
(It has since been torn down)

Home sweet home!

Our marriage hasn't been perfect, but it has still been wonderful. I'm so grateful that, while young and stupid, I still had the good sense to marry Scotty! I often joke that I married him for his money and ended up getting so much more!

Well, I didn't get that trip to Disneyland... but whatever.


Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Things the Kids Say: Episode 9

"How come people use hair dryers instead of leaf blowers to do their hair?"

-Nicky

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Me: I wish you had a hobby.

Nicky: I do! Yelling and dancing!

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Scotty: Alexa, Play "TNT."

Zoe: Oh yay! A Minecraft song!

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Scotty: Alexa, play a Simon & Garfunkel playlist.

Nicky: Is this one of those 90's pop bands?

Us: No!

Simon & Garfunkel: Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson...

Nicky: Why are they singing about my English teacher?

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"Mom, I'm an owl and I'm very evil."

-Eva

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"Mom, something is wrong with our last name. There's an 'E' at the end, so so the 'G' should actually make the 'J' sound."

-Zoe

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Nicky: Is the coronavirus an STD?

Us: No, why?

Nicky: You said it spreads through breeding.

Us: Breathing, son.

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"My butt needs fresh air."

-Zoe on a drive

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Me to Scotty: I'm starting to think the reason Nicky is so crotchety is because he learns it from you!

Nicky: Is 'crotchety' a puberty thing?

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"Whoa! These clouds sure look soggy?"

-Eva on a cloudy day

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"My breath smells like a baby's diaper!"

-Zoe

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Favorite Quotes: Liturgy of the Ordinary

Last week while I was logging a book in my Goodreads account, the book Liturgy of the Ordinary came up as a recommendation. I've never paid much attention to the books that Goodreads suggests, but for some reason, this one caught my eye (was I craving peanut butter and jelly?) I immediately searched for the book in Overdrive, and it was available (a rare treat!) I loaded it onto my phone to save for another day. 

The next morning, I woke up really early... in a tent... because we were camping... and I needed to pee so bad, but I didn't want to wake up my family by unzipping the tent... so I laid in my sleeping bag and suffered for hours... and to burn some time (and distract from the pain in my bladder that may have resulted in permanent damage) I opened my Audible app and tried to listen to a book. The app wouldn't work, so I closed it and opened my Deseret Bookshelf app to listen to a different book. That app wouldn't work, either. I powered down my phone and turned in back on, trying both apps again. neither would work. I was frustrated. Then I remembered that I'd loaded Liturgy in my Kindle app, so I tried that, and it worked. 

In hindsight, I might be bold enough to declare that God was pushing me to read Liturgy of the Ordinary. As I dove in, I realized quickly that it was exactly what I needed. The first few chapters were so heavy with messages that reached my soul. I spent as much time highlighting as I did reading. 

The book was written by Tish Harrison Warren, a priest in the Anglican  Church. She writes about the sacredness that can be found in the simple, mundane tasks we do every day. The timing of this book couldn't have been better. It addressed so many of the things that have been in my heart lately. It validated me, brought me new ideas, and made me feel capable. I've expressed lately how much I have enjoyed stepping away from regular church attendance during the pandemic. While that remains true (I've benefited from a degree of rest that has come with time away), this book helped me look forward to the day we get to return to worshiping as a congregation. And even though the author and I don't share the same religion, I find that I always learn more about my own religious practices and beliefs from learning about other's - for example, I now understand more about the sacrament I partake of each Sunday because of some of the passages in this book. 

As I tried to sift through all of my highlights to find my favorite passages, I had a really hard time narrowing them down, so this is my lengthiest list of favorite quotes yet! 


"God made us to spend our days in rest, work, and play, taking care of our bodies, our families, our neighborhoods, our homes. What if all these boring parts matter to God? What if days passed in ways that feel small and insignificant to us are weighty with meaning and part of the abundant life God has for us?" (p. 21)

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"If I am to spend my whole life being transformed by the good news of Jesus, I must learn how grand, sweeping truths - doctrine, theology, ecclesiology, Christology - rub against the texture of an average day. How I spend this ordinary day in Christ is how I will spend my Christian life" (p.23)

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"In a culture that craves the big, the entertaining, the dramatic, and the shocking... cultivating a life with space for silence and repetition is necessary for sustaining a life of faith" (p. 34).

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"...when we gaze at the richness of the gospel and the church and find them dull and uninteresting, it's actually we who have been hollowed out. We have lost our capacity to see wonders where true wonders lie. We must be formed as people who are capable of appreciating goodness, truth, and beauty" (p. 34)

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"Daily life, dishes in the sink, children that ask the same questions and want the same stories again and again and again, the long doldrums of the afternoon - these things are filled with repetition. And much of the Christian life is returning over and over to the same work and the same habits of worship. We must contend with the same spiritual struggles again and again. The work of repentance and faith is daily and repetitive. Again and again, we repent and believe (p. 35).

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"We learn how our bodies are sites of worship, not as an abstract idea, but through the practice of worshipping with our bodies." 

Quoting the book Earthen Vessels by Matthew Lee Anderson, "practicing the presentation of our bodies as living sacrifices in a corporate context through raising hands, lifting our eyes to the heavens, kneeling, and reciting prayers simply trains us in our whole person, body and soul, to be oriented around the throne of grace" (p. 43)

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During a time when she was having difficulty with prayer:

"In the midst of this, though words failed me, prayer without words - prayer in and through my body - became a lifeline. I couldn't find words, but I could kneel. I could submit to God through my knees, and I'd lift my hands to hold up an ache: a fleshy, unnamable longing that I carried around my ribs. I'd offer up an aching body with my hands, my knees, my tears, my lifted eyes. My body led in prayer and led me - all of me, eventually even my words - into prayer (p. 46)

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"When suffering is sharp and profound, I expect and believe that God will meet me in its midst. But in the struggles of my average day I somehow feel I have a right to be annoyed. The indignations and irritations of the modern world feel authentic and understandable. I'm no Pollyanna. In a shipwreck, yes of course, "Be content." But the third day in a row of poor sleep and a backed-up sink? That's too much to ask. In Letters to Malcolm, C.S. Lewis says that people are "merely 'amusing themselves' by asking for patience which a famine or a persecution would call for if, in the meantime, the weather and every other inconvenience sets them grumbling,"" (p. 54).

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..."failure in the Christian life is the norm. We - each and all - take part in gathered worship as unworthy people who, left on our own, deserve God's condemnation. But we are not left on our own," (p. 57).

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"We are a church, a community, a family. We are not simply individuals with our pet sins and private brokenness. We are people who desperately need each other if we are to seek Christ and walk in repentance. If we are saved, we are saved together - as the body of Christ, as a church. Because of this, I need to hear my forgiveness proclaimed not only by God but by a representative of the body of Christ in which I receive grace, to remind me that though my sin is worse than I care to admit, I'm still welcome here. I'm still called into this community and loved.

Unkind and condemning thoughts tell me that God's love is distant, cold, or irrelevant, that I must prove myself to God and other people, that I am orphaned and unlovable, that God is tapping his toe, impatient with me, ready to walk out on me. These thoughts are loud enough that I need a human voice telling me, week in and week out, that they're lies. I need to hear from someone who knows me that there is grace enough for me, that Christ's work is on my behalf, even as I'm on my knees confessing that I've blown it again this week. We may confess quietly, even silently. But we are reminded of our forgiveness out loud, with standing and shouting. We need to be sure to hear it," (p. 58).

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"At the last supper Jesus tells his disciples to eat in remembrance of him. Of all the things he could've chosen to be done "in remembrance" of him, Jesus chose a meal. He could have asked his followers to do something impressive or mystical - climb a mountain, fast for forty days, or have a trippy sweat lodge ceremony - but instead he picks the most ordinary of acts, eating, through which to be present to his people. He says that the bread is his body and the wine is his blood. He chooses the unremarkable and plain, average and abundant, bread and wine.

N.T. Wright reminds us that in the upper room, right before Jesus' death, he didn't offer his followers theories of the atonement or recite a creed or explain precisely how his death would accomplish salvation. Instead "he gave them an act to perform. Specifically, he gave them a meal to share. It is a meal that speaks more volumes than any theory,"" (p. 62).

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"To have church, all we need is Word and sacrament. And both Word and sacrament are gifts given by Jesus, who calls himself the bread of life. The Word of God and the meal of God's people are intended to point and to make manifest the presence of Christ, who is both the Word and the bread, "(p. 64).

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"There are times when we approach Scripture... and find it powerful and memorable... There are other times when the Scriptures seem as unappetizing as stale bread. I'm bored or confused or skeptical or repulsed. There are times when I walk away from Scripture with more questions than answers...

How should we respond when we find the Word perplexing or dry or boring or unappealing?

We keep eating. We receive nourishment. We keep listening and learning and taking our daily bread. We wait on God to give us what we need to sustain us one more day. We acknowledge that there is far more wonder in this life of worship than we yet have eyes to see or stomachs to digest. We receive what has been set before us today as a gift," (p. 67).

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"God's timing is perfect... there is more happening while we wait than just waiting... God is at work in us and through us as we wait. Our waiting is active and purposeful," (p. 110) Quoted from a friend of the author, "I always felt like I was waiting for the gift. But I've come to see that the waiting is the gift."

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"When we worship Jesus, we rely on millions of Christians over thousands of years whom God has used to bear witness to himself. The only reason we know anything at all about Jesus us because his disciples told their friends, neighbors, and enemies about him, the apostles preached and wrote down his teaching and stories about him, and believers have carried his message everywhere they've gone in each generation. The Bible names this process paradosis - the faithful handing down of the gospel, a process that is always embodied and that happens in real time with real people," (p118).

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"The church throughout history has been the world's leader in showing compassion for the poor, suffering, and rejected. It has brought us wonders of architecture, modern medicine, art, and higher education. Yet the church has also been a place of scandal and violence...

In the sin and failure of the church, we see the darkness and ugliness for which Christ suffered and died. But we also see the spectacular hope that in the midst of sinners, God can bring forth redemption, repentance, and transformation...

I contribute to the brokenness of the church. I have dealt wounds to others... every church leader and church member is, in no significant way, a failure. But... in this body of Christ, we find a place where we can be gloriously and devastatingly human. We find a place where we can fail and repent and grow and receive grace and be made new. Like a family - but even closer than a family - we can learn to live together, weak and human, in the goodness and transformation of God," (p. 123).

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"The people of God are the losers, misfits, and broken. This is good news - and humiliating. God loves and delights in the people in the pews around me and dares me to find beauty in them. To love his people on earth is to see Christ in them, to receive together Word and sacrament," (p. 125).







Monday, May 4, 2020

Currently {May 2020 Edition}

Reading:


Listening to: a Sunday playlist I've been making on Spotify. My kids hate it. They pretty much bemoan everything I do to try and bring the spirit to our home. Makes me feel like a champ.

Eating: my current breakfast obsession - a ham, egg, and cheese bagel with a slightly runny egg that drizzles yolk over everything. Must be washed down with orange juice, but today I had a smoothie instead.


Watching: The Chosen. We're working through it slowly - one episode each Sunday.

Enjoying: watching our garden grow. Seeing plants come out of the ground and knowing we did the work to make it happen is pretty satisfying. Over the past few years, we've gotten out of our gardening groove. I had to let the garden go while I was in school, but now we're getting back to the grind.

Buying: odds and ends online. I ordered some shorts for Daisy, a new hand mixer (I destroyed mine at Christmas), a sprinkler, and a "Beware of Chickens" sign.

Craving: a vacation. But alas, I don't want to go on a "weird COVID vacation," so I'll just hang out here for a while.

Playing: Wingspan and Dead Man's Chest. We hadn't played games for a couple of weeks (I got sick of playing games with my kids - as much as I love them, they are no stand-ins for Chad and Carlie!), but yesterday, Daisy asked if we could play games, so we did.

Wearing: some floral exercise pants that I cut off into shorts this morning. They are very unflattering, but guess what! No one's really lookin'!

Feeling: mostly fine but a little irritable with my kids.

Obsessed with: the baby birds in our backyard. They hatched on Saturday.

Here are the first four right after they hatched:


At that point, they were just a pile of flesh, and they would try to lift their heads, but they couldn't support the weight. About an hour later, the fifth egg had hatched, and the babies could lift their heads. The youngest one still couldn't lift its head, though, so you can only see the four in this photo:


The parents were rushing in and out of the birdhouse with worms for them. Then after they were all fed, they fell asleep. We were careful to give them space, but I just had to peek a few times. Surprisingly, the parents weren't super territorial that day, but now they are. 

Its incredible to see how much they change in just 24 hours. Yesterday Scotty snuck a photo of them, and they had already started filling in with fluffy feathers. 


There is something so amazing and sacred about brand new life. Even when its a bunch of trash birds. 

Missing: frivolous trips out of the house.

Procrastinating: getting school started for Zoe. She and Eva are playing happily in their bedroom. I don't want to mess with that!

Also, a bunch of my photos vanished from recent blog posts. I have no idea why. I need to go add them back in while I can remember what they were, but I just don't want to do the work!

Looking forward to: lunch. Because the only exciting thing we do each day is eat. Today I have my choice between leftovers: chicken cordon bleu rice bake or pesto pasta. I'll let my appetite be my guide in about two and a half hours. Maybe I'll go wild and have both! Carpe diem!

Trying: to get my family to drink more water. I declared it a family goal for this week, and I made everyone fill up their water bottles this morning. This is Monday behavior. By Wednesday, everyone will be dehydrated and ornery again as normal.

Grateful for: the personal tutoring that comes from Heavenly Father. I am learning stuff.

Saturday, May 2, 2020

Favorite Quotes: Maybe You Should Talk to Someone

Maybe You Should Talk to Someone was one of the last books I read pre-COVID. This book appealed to me because I entertain dreams of becoming a marriage and family therapist someday. If I ever go back to school for my masters, that will likely be my pursuit. Right now the time and expense of getting through school and getting licensed doesn't seem like a good investment, but I will forever be drawn to the social sciences. 

(Those of you who know me well and have heard me criticize my husband or yell at my children are probably shaking your heads and saying "Gosh, no! Don't do it!" Yeah, I'm a piece of work, myself).

I enjoyed Maybe You Should Talk to Someone, but I wouldn't necessarily recommend it. It's an "if you're interested in this sort of thing" book. And I confess, by the end, it was feeling way too long. It did give me a bit of a high, though, as I envisioned myself working with Gottlieb's clients in their various troubles. Her capacity to be objective and non-judgmental (which is kind of important in therapy) gave me a lot to think about (my natural tendency to think, "OHMYGOSH! Suck it up and get your crap together!" isn't the ideal therapist mentality). 

(Again, you may be thinking How could Britt ever be fit to be a therapist? I guess we'll just deal with it if it ever happens).


I read this book through Kindle and took screenshots of my highlights before the book got sucked back into the library vortex, so I don't have page numbers to go with the quotes (shameful, I know), but here are the quotes that resonated with me in some way:

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"People resent being told what to do. Yes, they may have asked to be told - repeatedly, relentlessly - but after you comply, their initial relief is replaced by resentment."

I feel this. I DO NOT like being told what to do, and yet I'm very prone to give unasked for advice, myself - something I'm trying to stop doing.

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"Change and loss travel together. We can't have change without loss, which is why so often people say they want change but nonetheless stay exactly the same."

I've been thinking about this a lot as we've been social distancing. I feel like there has been a lot of forced loss. What changes can result from this? Both in myself and in society?

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"The world is filled with difficult people... But sometimes - more often than we tend to realize - those difficult people are us."

I know I have a great capacity to be "difficult." I get very frustrated with other people when they are being difficult, but I feel justified in my own complicated behavior. I often have to take an honest look at myself and admit that I am difficult in many cases where I shouldn't be.

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"Most big transformations come about from the hundreds of tiny, almost imperceptible, steps we take along the way."

As much as I wish change happened overnight, I have to remember that it takes time, and the most effective steps are often small and simple.

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"The most powerful truths - the ones people take the most seriously - are those they come to, little by little, on their own."

Learning from our individual experiences, line upon line, precept upon precept.
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"Therapy is about understanding the self that you are. But part of getting to know yourself is to unknow yourself - to let go of the limiting stories you've told yourself about who you are so that you aren't trapped by them, so you can live your life and not the story you've been telling yourself about your life."

I listen to a lot of friends and family tell their stories, and I can see how those stories have shaped their lives. I often wonder what would happen if they told the story differently. Not falsely, but just as if they were watching it from a different angle. I've been thinking about what stories I tell about my life, and I can see a lot of instances where I use my stories as excuses for my behavior. I get to behave this way because this happened to me. If I do some quality perspective taking, I might come to a new understanding of my stories, and my life could change drastically.

Friday, May 1, 2020

An then it was May

Today in Utah some of the COVID restrictions are starting to lift... kind of. Some businesses are allowed to re-open, including dine-in restaurants, gyms, and salons, all with heavy protocols for health and safety. It will be interesting to see how things go over the next month. Yesterday I was thinking... is there anywhere re-opening that I'm even tempted to go? And truth be told, I'm in no rush. As long as we have food in the house, we're good. There is no gym or salon calling my name.

This morning, my friend Amy (who is a librarian) posted that her library was re-opening, and my heart went, "Ooooooo!" That's what I'm excited for. The library! But I'm still okay waiting. Ours aren't opening yet anyway. What I really miss is the library how it was. I don't want to do the library "weird COVID style." I also have no desire to eat in a restaurant "weird COVID style." As long as things "out there" are so weird, I'd rather just be at home. Home feels normal. "Out there" feels uneasy and wrong.

I've really lost the motivation to keep up on my kids' schooling. Nicky is going strong and needs very little help. Daisy is starting to get lazy and needs constant pushing. Zoe needs regular supervision and assistance. I'm only having her do the bare minimum at this point. And Eva? Well... I just don't even bother. One thing that's difficult is keeping Eva busy while I do schoolwork with the other kids. Zoe and Eva will play with each other for hours (with intermittent fighting, of course) if I don't have Zoe doing school. If Zoe is doing school, Eva is at my heels whining the whole time. So I'm starting to get very lax with Zoe's schoolwork because it's so nice if Zoe and Eva can spend the day playing together.

We've been trying to stay in good spirits. We get bored sometimes, but we try to be creative and come up with things to do. If you're starting to run out of activities while quarantined, here are a few suggestions:

Idea #1: Balance stuff on a dog's head.

He likes it.

Idea #2: Build machines out of Legos, and use them to drive everyone's forks to them during breakfast.

Nicky's doing.

Idea #3: Clean the house... literally.

So glad to have him busy for a while. 

Idea # 4: Wear chicken suits.

Quarantine must-haves. 

Idea #5: Sit in your driveway and watch cars go by. 

Fire truck! Score!
What an exciting three seconds!

 Idea #6: Buy weird stuff on Amazon. Like cowbells. 

I got a fever and the only prescription
is more cowbell!

Idea #7: Hang out in your garage recliner.

Hopefully you have one by now.
I've been telling you to get one for almost a year!

Idea #8: Throw your swamp cooler off the roof. 

She's a goner.

Idea #9: Take the long way to the school for lunch so you can see weird things driving down the road.

It was followed by a purple one!

Idea #10: Shop online for outdoor cat sanctuaries.

Scotty says no.
He is a killer of dreams.