Sep 28, 2010

Squeezing.

Hey, blog is that you? Oh my, it has been way too long.....did you lose some weight? :) We need to talk more. Can you believe it has almost been a month? I want you to know I think of you often. I honestly have a ton of blogs composed in my head to put in that blogging rectangle. Please do not take it personally. It is time's fault....it is always time's fault. But before I go off on a tangent about time let me quickly catch you up on what has been keeping me away from blogging every single day about every torrid detail of my life :)


SEMINARY


Yeah, I need to find some balance huh? I had this great vision of me spending two hours a day on my seminary lesson, one hour on house cleaning, one hour on my music, one hour on gardening and an hour on exercising. Yeah, do the math. That is 6 hours. The children have vacated the house by 8:30 am so add 6 hours onto 8:30 am and that takes us to 2:30 pm which is actually perfect because they start moving back into the house by 3:30. But it is not working out like it did on paper. Reality is 4 hours on Seminary, 1/2 an hour on housework, another hour on Seminary, 15 minutes on Facebook, 15 minutes on e-mail, another hour on Seminary, one hour on paper routes, 10 minutes on making pancakes for dinner, 25 minutes on reading with Natalie and doing her math flashcards, two more hours on Seminary then bedtime. Spending too much time on my Seminary lessons? WHO ME? I really hate to be teaching something I do not know about so I have to make sure I am informed about my topic for the day and then I have this little personality that does adore teaching lessons that flow...yeah, I know reality does not flow perfectly but that juicy bit of information never stopped me from trying.

I did squeeze in a trip to visit a dear friend who lives in Virginia. She and I visited Mount Vernon...you know, George Washington's home, the one with the amazing view of the Potomac, the one with acres of amazing gardens and grounds, yes, the one with the brightly painted rooms. I love Mount Vernon. I love history. I can not tell you how many times I checked out the story of the Jamestown Flood from the library when I was 11. Oops, I am getting off topic:) Laurie and I had not seen each other in about 16 years. I am searching for the words to describe how comforting it is to see someone you have not seen in a long time. Someone who knew you at a different stage of your life that you are at now. Someone who can reassure you you are a good person and still the same. We talked, and talked, and talked, like 16 years apart had not even happened. I am extremely grateful to her for entertaining me for 33 hours :) And you probably should be warned I may just call you out of the blue one day and tell you I have a plane ticket to come visit you :)

I also squeezed in painting my front door. You see, my house is gray, my shutters are a dark blue and my front door has been a deep purple....that deep purple has been deeply bothering me. It is funny now that it is red no one remembers what color it was before. I do not mind the shade of red it ended up being but I am not supremely happy so I am going to repaint it. There are so many shades of colors out there and you have to consider so many variables and I feel like the color could be better. So I will have to squeeze painting the front door into my schedule again.


I am trying to squeeze in yard work. I have this one spot in my yard that I need to tame. I have dreaded facing it. It has blackberry bushes, weeds, rocks, yellow jacket nests, guck the builders of the house were way to tired to cart off the land, really there are surprises galore in this spot :) But I find if every other day I spend sometime facing this spot and dragging stuff out of it that it is strangely therapeutic and ever so slowly it is taking shape.

I have a pile of books I am longing to read. I have a pile of fabric calling my name. I have a bathroom to paint. I have a blog I miss terribly but this is the time of my life that I have to focus on other things. But I am not completely gone and I will hopefully be able to blog once a week now that I am figuring out how much time everything in my life really needs.

I feel like I am cramming things in, jumping on the suitcase, struggling with the zipper, searching for empty space, whatever visual you need to see how I am working to fit everything into Jennifer's 24 hours....but I have confidence it will all come out fine I just need a few more weeks :)

Sep 1, 2010

Multi Taskers Dream Come True.

There is nothing that makes me happier than to accomplish two things at once......the dictionary calls it multi tasking and I do adore it.

Nothing makes me feel more fabulous than being on my way upstairs or downstairs and have an armful of things to carry that belong where I am already heading.....(just for the record the children do not get the same happiness from this activity.) I only watch TV if I have something to do while I am watching.....like folding socks or cutting 500 scripture mastery seminary puzzles out....ugh, what was I thinking?

My latest multi tasking venture has me quite pleased with myself. I have figured out how to exercise, read the scriptures, and make money at the same time. It all started when school started on Monday and we realized that Joe's soccer schedule prevented him from getting his paper route done before 5:00 pm everyday. I had no problem volunteering to do that route. I have been eyeing his paper route for a long time, he gets the best tips ever.

So everyday at 11:20 I drive to the paper place in town and pick up the papers. On the way home I fold the papers....shhh it is very safe to drive and fold papers at the same time :) When I get home I get my exercise clothes on and grab the very fashionable Westfield Evening News newspaper bag.....I wonder if I could get Vera Bradley to start a line of newspaper bags? Truthfully, the newspaper bag is the hardest part of this multi tasking venture. But I just say to myself over and over again while I am walking on the 2 busy roads I have to walk on, past tons of cars, with people in them, laughing at the grown up with the newspaper bag, that it does not matter what other people think. It seems to be working.

Anyhow, I load that adorable, "pride killing", bag with 38 papers, the garage door opener, my cell phone, and a water bottle and start walking. The bag bangs against the top of my leg since I am so...ahem, short. The Massachusetts sun, the last few days, has been merciless between 12 and 1 when I am delivering. I have several pretty big hills that give me great satisfaction. The route cover 3 and 1/2 miles....depending on if I cut through yards or not :) I keep track of my time so that I have a record to break from the previous day. Today I am adding my scriptures on CD to the venture so that I can be studying for seminary at the same time. I am loving this discovery of mine. As I walk along the Berkshire mountains are on my right soaring up into the sky. The trees that cover them are starting to think about changing color. The little old people are waiting by their mailboxes to chat and get their papers. All the landscaping that I could only see as I drove by quickly in my car I can now really look at. The neighborhoods are so quiet that I am getting lots of quality alone time with my brain.

You may think that for $40.00 a week it is so not worth it but trust me it really is :)

Joe's soccer ends in November and he has already warned me he wants his route back. I think he may have to arm wrestle me for it. I wonder if I could arm wrestle and read at the same time? :)