I agree with the person who said "what Idiot coined the phrase stay at home mom". Seriously people, there are days when I see my "home" less than I care too. I home school, (and I use the term home loosely, chuckle- because a large part of it is done in the real world). I have 3 different jobs- in which someone sees fit to pay me for my expertise and time, and full time job hear at home, 5 small dogs that we breed, a home church to attend 2 times a week, volunteer at our Community center to help less fortunate, and tend to be a home body type of person- or at least I thought I was.
I teach a class of 3 year olds every Tue. morning, which I adore! I usually have 12-15 children in my class, mostly boys and it last 2 hours. I took this spot because I knew it was the hardest for the Church to fill.
I also teach Sunday School at another church on Sundays, that job is 5 hours long. It is a really great bunch of high needs-special needs kido's ranging in age from 5 -12. Each one is very unique and requires extra special attention. I just found out from the head pastor-whom I really enjoy and can see myself becoming good friends with- that she is asking the congregation to have one volunteer each week to come help me in the class room- GOD BLESS HER!
I also teach at a new daycare here in town and will be working a good full day, 3 to 4 days a week and cant wait to start! Tomorrow is my first day. With our snow here, we didn't go anywhere last week and my first day has been postponed till tomorrow. So we will see who that goes and I will keep everyone posted. I feel very comfortable there, really enjoy my new boss-she too is a instant person that I felt connected too. My Mom has been gently encouraging me to stop in to this center since its time of conception in Sept. However, for me, the timing wasn't right yet, and I have learned to listen to that still small voice. Back in September we had just moved back to our home town, was still unpacking our household of 5, setting up schooling for each child. Getting the fence situated to keep in our 3 dogs-at the time- we now have 5, two of whom are the pups of my 2 females. Getting situated in a new church, getting re familiarized with our now grown town. Setting up time for our certifier to come and do a home visit to re-certify us as a adoptive home, and just needed to get my barrings. I knew that I was to go there and meet the new director of the child center, but I needed to be sure the timing was right for me.
So few weeks ago I sent her a casual email introducing myself, and got a quick response call to go meet her! I have since found out that everything in our lives are so intricately connected in ways that we cannot possibly imagine. Again, the old saying "its a small world" really is true. Guess saying like that don't stick around for as long as they do if they don't hold water.
I always thought of myself as a homebody, but in fact, I think that I tend to keep myself very very busy inside and out of the home. I have worked the whole 14 years that I have been a "stay home mom", but always sold myself short and just told people that yes, I was a stay home mommy. I don't think that there has ever been a time in my parenting where I haven't had one or two jobs inside or outside of the home that helped to provide for our family. My hubby teases me and say that I am the hardest working woman he knows. I think that he is the hard worker. He has very hard hours, works in all kinds of difficult weather, works long hours, and still comes home and is a loving husband and great dad. Don't get me wrong-we are not perfect, on the contrary- we are very real people. But all in all, I think that we are just your average couple who struggle to pay the bills, and try to sneak moments of joy into the schedule.
Like just now, my teen boy just let off a balloon helicopter off over my head, I ducked as I wasn't sure where it was to land. All part of a average day here at the Monaclan. Oh yah, he just told me, "hey mom, this toy blows, haha, get it, it Blows!" God can only know how much love I have for these little wholagens! Ps, I know I am a terrible speller and my form is not correct, so save your breath, I never claimed to be a copy writer, lol!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
My Loves
Hi, pretty new here. I just had the most amazing day. Not because of any one particular thing, more of a feeling in the house today. We had been snowed in for over a week, which is very unusual for this part of Oregon.
We all had to post pone getting together for Christmas until today, as no one could get out of there drives. At first it was a bit disappointing to me, small and silent, but it was there. That was on Christmas Eve. Then came Christmas, uneventfully, but nice and warm. Then came the big day. The day that made it all worth while. The day that Daddy could make it out the driveway and take the kids out to spend there Christmas Cash. Ah, just writing that makes me take a nice deep breath. I don't care for shopping, and was very very blessed to have him take them. I was in heaven.
When he arrived home, the sound was familiar, but peppered with shouts of joy! Mom, look at this and this and this and that. The boys were each so excited that they had scored on exactly what they had wanted for Christmas. Cha Ching, I said in my mind, there is some happy boys. And just as fast, off they ran to play what they had plundered. But where was my girl, and why was she jumping for joy? In she came, somber and disappointed, "oh no" what happened. She proceeded to tell me of how high the prices were where they had gone, and this was THIS MUCH- she said with much emphasis. I felt bad for her, but also at the same time was cheering inside. My baby has my frugal sense! Hallelujah . So i looked at her sad little face, looked over at her Daddy- who was surprisingly still energised, guess that happens after you have been locked up for a week and just drank a whole pot of coffee. Daddy said how bout it Hun, wanna make a trip to Wal Mart for the girl. You know what, i actually wanted to go, a bit surprising to me.
So off we went. Roads were iffy in spots,so I was sure glad he drove. We arrived and quickly got the necessaries out of the way. Then off to the daughters target spots, she was on fire! Alive and full of hope. I love shopping with this girl! We found everything she wanted, tried everything on, got some replacements for certain things, then hit the register. We found a fairly short line, she went up , with her own money. I showed her where to watch to make sure that the items weer being rang up the right prices. She looked on with great intent, MOM!, what honey, It said $3 and not $8, they are "ON SALE", you could almost hear the quire of angels in the back ground singing. I looked at her now glazed over eyes, well I said to her, looks like you have some more money to spend! She jumped, and I mean literally jumped, for joy. This not only ment that she got to get her things that she needed, but it also ment that she could get something that she Wanted. So we went back through the store, again, not something I had planed on, or wanted to do for that matter. She quickly found what she wanted, made a swift purchase, jumped again, and was thrilled to see that she still had money left of for a Mountain trip coming up soon.
Ahh, life is GOOD
We all had to post pone getting together for Christmas until today, as no one could get out of there drives. At first it was a bit disappointing to me, small and silent, but it was there. That was on Christmas Eve. Then came Christmas, uneventfully, but nice and warm. Then came the big day. The day that made it all worth while. The day that Daddy could make it out the driveway and take the kids out to spend there Christmas Cash. Ah, just writing that makes me take a nice deep breath. I don't care for shopping, and was very very blessed to have him take them. I was in heaven.
When he arrived home, the sound was familiar, but peppered with shouts of joy! Mom, look at this and this and this and that. The boys were each so excited that they had scored on exactly what they had wanted for Christmas. Cha Ching, I said in my mind, there is some happy boys. And just as fast, off they ran to play what they had plundered. But where was my girl, and why was she jumping for joy? In she came, somber and disappointed, "oh no" what happened. She proceeded to tell me of how high the prices were where they had gone, and this was THIS MUCH- she said with much emphasis. I felt bad for her, but also at the same time was cheering inside. My baby has my frugal sense! Hallelujah . So i looked at her sad little face, looked over at her Daddy- who was surprisingly still energised, guess that happens after you have been locked up for a week and just drank a whole pot of coffee. Daddy said how bout it Hun, wanna make a trip to Wal Mart for the girl. You know what, i actually wanted to go, a bit surprising to me.
So off we went. Roads were iffy in spots,so I was sure glad he drove. We arrived and quickly got the necessaries out of the way. Then off to the daughters target spots, she was on fire! Alive and full of hope. I love shopping with this girl! We found everything she wanted, tried everything on, got some replacements for certain things, then hit the register. We found a fairly short line, she went up , with her own money. I showed her where to watch to make sure that the items weer being rang up the right prices. She looked on with great intent, MOM!, what honey, It said $3 and not $8, they are "ON SALE", you could almost hear the quire of angels in the back ground singing. I looked at her now glazed over eyes, well I said to her, looks like you have some more money to spend! She jumped, and I mean literally jumped, for joy. This not only ment that she got to get her things that she needed, but it also ment that she could get something that she Wanted. So we went back through the store, again, not something I had planed on, or wanted to do for that matter. She quickly found what she wanted, made a swift purchase, jumped again, and was thrilled to see that she still had money left of for a Mountain trip coming up soon.
Ahh, life is GOOD
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