Today I took two kids to the clinic for pink eye, today I survived and there weren't too many tears.
I stocked my purse with all my oil blends. I slathered myself and my daughter in them. I knew I didn't have a stroller, I knew she would be unconfined. I knew that this would be challenging.
Especially when I feel the anger welling up and threating to spill over.
Traffic wasn't smoothly flowing I find my impatience ramping up. The receptionist tells me that my kids must sit next to me and touch as little as possible. Frustration is welling up.
More oils
A firm grip on my daughter's arm while I try to fill out two forms with just one hand. I feel like people are staring at me. Of course my daughter throws down a Sippy cup making a mess, but I push on. Do you think they are frowning at me because I popped my daughter on the bottom, umm more than once?
Called back and as I am struggling to check my FB while getting my daughter on the scales, I hotly tell the nurse that today I am not up to this nonsense. You should have seen the look on her face! I catch myself and I am thinking "I said that out loud!" The nurse begins to be extremely sweet to my kids as I firmly hold my daughters wrist to keep her from bolting off.
Back to the waiting room for more waiting. My phone won't work
Called back to the exam room for even more waiting and my phone not working.
I make my son sit in a chair my daughter is on the exam table I am sweating it, I am silently furious at everything.
Doctor comes in and insists on being thorough and needing to know every little detail of their medical history because we have never seen her before and my kids have odd diagnoses. Yay, it is a different type of pink eye this time around. Even better we have to pick up four scripts.
Over to the pharmacy and by this time we have been there two hours. Daughter decides to be hyper refusing to sit. She tries pushing my buttons. Tries sneaking off. We move to the chairs that she has been hovering by.
Our number was 250 they were on 236 when we sat down. That was just beneficiaries, not the active, not the reserves. I was trying to keep calm, pacified with a working phone.
My daughter gets frustrated with trying to sneak off and begins crawling under the rows of chairs. This occupied her for five minutes. She bolts! By the time I catch her she has managed to climb one flight of stairs and half way up the second flight. Soldiers are stepping out of the way the tiny hauling butt toddler making her mom look even more out of shape than she really is.
Finally the numbers start ticking off. This after ten minutes of wrestling my daughter to keep her firmly on my lap. Both of us smell like an entire basket of essential oils and my son sitting calmly next to us playing with the ticket.
Called to the counter and more dramatics. I have a death grip on that tiny little arm. There are many tears and stares and whispered platitudes underlined with threat.
Out to the care where I shoot a couple of quick texts that go unanswered to the hubby. One of which states that I am being referred to a nutritionist because my daughter's height and weight ratio are off by a lot.
Never mind that this girl eats avocado and green pepper and mushrooms and onions, it is a side affect of her condition.
Home and the ordeal was over.
John 5: 23 That all men should honor the Son, even as they honor the Father. He that honoreth not the son honoreth not the Father which hath sent him.
Hyper kids pent up in a tiny room and I have to use my monster mom voice many times.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Like a Ghost
My hubby is in the field this week. This is a week jammed with appointments. It hasn't been a bad week, and I am on Thursday. I did take the kids to Subway for supper on Monday and Tuesday after therapy we went to Taco Bell. I cooked an okay tiny dinner on Wednesday.
The day I am going to write the most about is Tuesday. It was a day that dawned like most every day. I had a class that I was going to be attending and I needed to have my daughter ready and out the door by 8:30 or 8:45 at the latest.
She woke up in a mood. Little Miss I don't feel like using the big girl potty was quite upset when I put her in big girl undies. So I am running around cooking her a small breakfast, taking my shower, doing my make up, and packing her bag. It was cooler outside, so I had to dig up enough long pants for her to have in the diaper bag at the sitters. By breakfast she had peed on the couch once, not tiny pee either, but a huge puddle. We were in a mad rush by this point I grabbed a towel and tried to soak up as much as I could, but the whole wash with dish soap was going to have to wait.
I made it to the class. When we came home there were little things that were off. A plate in the sink. I caught myself thinking, why did I leave my plate there? I loaded the dishwasher. My hair dryer on one of the end tables. Didn't I send that upstairs with my son over the weekend?
But nothing more than a fleeting thought that maybe I was losing my mind. Until I received a text from the hubby.
Hubby: "Where have you been?"
Me: "I went to and ACS class this morning."
Hubby: "I was at home this morning."
What? He was here? I missed him? How?
Hubby: "you weren't there"
Me: "Really? I thought there was a plate in the sink that wasn't there when I left"
Then we chatted about what he did while here, he showered and ate. So in a true statement to my humor in just about any situation I sent this "Javier didn't tell me that you were here" And then I am thinking about how the dog should have said something. Which then launched me into thoughts of how much our pets see, the secrets they keep. Wow!
I went upstairs to the dirty clothes basket and there were hubby's dirty clothes, a towel tossed onto the bed. By the time I noticed this I had been upstairs in our room no less than three times.
Now today as my daughter and I are driving down the street heading to PWOC I am driving almost in the middle of the road. I am watching more the cars on the side of the street than in front of me. The morning sun is shining brightly and I look over and see a car. It looks familiar, not it couldn't be, it is! Hubby is flashing lights and I stop and he says he is home just long enough to shower and eat.
U-Turn it is and we come home for ten minutes. Our daughter was elated to see her Dad. I am glad that this time he didn't get to pass through the house like a ghost. Because I probably would have been as blind as I was the other day.
Romans 8:16 The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God
The day I am going to write the most about is Tuesday. It was a day that dawned like most every day. I had a class that I was going to be attending and I needed to have my daughter ready and out the door by 8:30 or 8:45 at the latest.
She woke up in a mood. Little Miss I don't feel like using the big girl potty was quite upset when I put her in big girl undies. So I am running around cooking her a small breakfast, taking my shower, doing my make up, and packing her bag. It was cooler outside, so I had to dig up enough long pants for her to have in the diaper bag at the sitters. By breakfast she had peed on the couch once, not tiny pee either, but a huge puddle. We were in a mad rush by this point I grabbed a towel and tried to soak up as much as I could, but the whole wash with dish soap was going to have to wait.
I made it to the class. When we came home there were little things that were off. A plate in the sink. I caught myself thinking, why did I leave my plate there? I loaded the dishwasher. My hair dryer on one of the end tables. Didn't I send that upstairs with my son over the weekend?
But nothing more than a fleeting thought that maybe I was losing my mind. Until I received a text from the hubby.
Hubby: "Where have you been?"
Me: "I went to and ACS class this morning."
Hubby: "I was at home this morning."
What? He was here? I missed him? How?
Hubby: "you weren't there"
Me: "Really? I thought there was a plate in the sink that wasn't there when I left"
Then we chatted about what he did while here, he showered and ate. So in a true statement to my humor in just about any situation I sent this "Javier didn't tell me that you were here" And then I am thinking about how the dog should have said something. Which then launched me into thoughts of how much our pets see, the secrets they keep. Wow!
I went upstairs to the dirty clothes basket and there were hubby's dirty clothes, a towel tossed onto the bed. By the time I noticed this I had been upstairs in our room no less than three times.
Now today as my daughter and I are driving down the street heading to PWOC I am driving almost in the middle of the road. I am watching more the cars on the side of the street than in front of me. The morning sun is shining brightly and I look over and see a car. It looks familiar, not it couldn't be, it is! Hubby is flashing lights and I stop and he says he is home just long enough to shower and eat.
U-Turn it is and we come home for ten minutes. Our daughter was elated to see her Dad. I am glad that this time he didn't get to pass through the house like a ghost. Because I probably would have been as blind as I was the other day.
Romans 8:16 The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God
Muscle Releif
My skeptical hubby came home from work one day and said that his knee was really bothering him. I had just received my Deep Blue Rub, so he agreed to try it. At first he wouldn't admit that it had helped, just stating that it was okay. The next day he said that he thought he needed my rub. And then a few days later he said he needed it on his upper arm and his knee.
You just need a small dollop and it will go a long way. This is also safe for children. Not infants, but we did use it for our son when he said his leg was hurting. Our son said that it made his leg very cold.
What is Deep Blue? It is a synergetic blend of CPTG essential oils. It provides relief for the occasional discomfort of tired, sore, and worn-down muscles. It features wintergreen, camphor, peppermint, blue tansy, German chamomile helichrysm and osmanthus essential oils. You apply this directly to the area to relive occasional joint and muscle pain.
Not only is it available in a rub, but you can also purchase it in a 10ml roller bottle or a 5ml bottle.
The actual rub says that it works better in conjunction with the oil . Because I have the rub and the 5ml bottle I actually put the oil on first wait about a minute then apply the rub.
******These statements have not been evaluated by the FDA. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease.********
Romans 8:14 For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Goodbye Pee Pee Smell
My lovely daughter is potty training. I do not put her in pull-ups during the day. Some days are good days and some days are bad days.
Yesterday was a bad day.
I have been cleaning up yucky runny poo. It comes out of the underwear down her legs and onto the floor. She is mortified when this happens and runs to find me. I am fairly certain I have tossed at least five or six pairs of panties away because they are too gross to clean up.
But I am drifting away from the point.
I wake up in the mornings and mop my floors. I do this so that I can have a mop bucket full of water ready to go. I have been placing a couple drops of the On Guard doTerra Essential oil in my bucket. This gives the house a very fresh smell. It also gets rid of the yucky germs that poo and pee leave behind.
On this particular day my daughter was being lazy. She just didn't want to get up off the couch to walk over to the potty chair and do her thing. Nope the couch appeared to be serving it's purpose by soaking up all of her little girl pee.
It being a microfiber couch, it makes it a little easier to clean. I wiped it down and blow-dried it. But at the end of the day it just smelled. And not a nice smell either.
I went to one of my many essential oil info pages and asked how I could improve the smell of my couch and was given this little fix.
One cup of baking soda and about 20 drops of On Guard. I woke up today determined to give this a shot. I actually only had 1/2 cup of baking soda, but I still added 20 drops of On Guard. I mixed it well. It wasn't long before I could smell the fresh smell of On Guard and not so much the baking soda.
I took a strainer and sifted it onto both of my couches.
I let it sit for about thirty or forty minutes and then I vacuumed it up.
Not only did my kitchen and living room area smell fresh, but so did both of my couches.
This was a success and I recommend you trying this. I also think that I will be doing this more often. I am addicted to fresh smells.
1 Corinthians 13:13 And now these three remain: faith, hoe and love. But he greatest of these is love
Hosting a Class
In order to launch my new business, which is working as a Wellness Advocate for doTerra essential oils, I needed to host a class. My Upline is Mrs. T. She contacted me and we set up a date and time. I was nervous and excited all rolled into one.
I enjoy having people come to my house, I enjoy making things for them, and I enjoy having lots of kids running through the house.
Mostly I was nervous that I wouldn't have a good turnout. I wanted to be successful and start off strong, and that did happen. I really wanted to show how the oils could be used for cooking.
The class was to be held on a Sunday afternoon. Friday before the class I am trying to make truffles, but it wasn't working out, they weren't getting sticky. I set them aside and made the cookie dough for lemon flavored cookies instead. Saturday finds me cleaning and re-cleaning the entire house. I made chocolate chip cookie dough, and peppermint flavored brownies, and what was supposed to be cream puffs but looked more like colored sugar balls.
Ten o'clock Saturday night I was still cleaning and the final touch was cleaning the fingerprints off the glass doors. I fell into bed exhausted.
The day of my oils class dawned cold and rainy, not the hot and sunny I expected. Sometime in the night I woke up in a panic thinking I wouldn't have enough food. I convinced myself that I must make deviled eggs. In order to do this I had to run to the commissary. While there I added apples and mini oranges to my menu.
I make it home at noon and I have three hours to set up and make the eggs. I spent the early hours of the morning baking cookies. Lots and lots of cookies.
Hubby spent the morning getting his gear ready for work, and then at 2 p.m. he starts making lunch. We eat at 2:30 just when Mrs. T and Mrs. O arrive.
Once everyone started coming in it began to get a little crazy. There were four little girls running around and my son was playing with them too.
It was a little difficult for Mrs. T to speak because everyone was chatting and there were kids interrupting. Mrs. T did a fabulous job. She speaks so passionately about doTerra. The main reason my class was a success is her ability to speak from the heart, explain it where everyone understood, and glow with her belief. I hope to one day be like her. I know that she will go very far within this company.
I learned a lot. I learned how I want to present my information. I learned that getting people to attend is huge, but you have to be careful with making the classes open for the kids.
I am very thankful for all that Mrs. T did for me. I am very thankful for those that came and those that purchased.
The ideas in my head are plentiful and that makes me glad.
I enjoy having people come to my house, I enjoy making things for them, and I enjoy having lots of kids running through the house.
Mostly I was nervous that I wouldn't have a good turnout. I wanted to be successful and start off strong, and that did happen. I really wanted to show how the oils could be used for cooking.
The class was to be held on a Sunday afternoon. Friday before the class I am trying to make truffles, but it wasn't working out, they weren't getting sticky. I set them aside and made the cookie dough for lemon flavored cookies instead. Saturday finds me cleaning and re-cleaning the entire house. I made chocolate chip cookie dough, and peppermint flavored brownies, and what was supposed to be cream puffs but looked more like colored sugar balls.
Ten o'clock Saturday night I was still cleaning and the final touch was cleaning the fingerprints off the glass doors. I fell into bed exhausted.
The day of my oils class dawned cold and rainy, not the hot and sunny I expected. Sometime in the night I woke up in a panic thinking I wouldn't have enough food. I convinced myself that I must make deviled eggs. In order to do this I had to run to the commissary. While there I added apples and mini oranges to my menu.
I make it home at noon and I have three hours to set up and make the eggs. I spent the early hours of the morning baking cookies. Lots and lots of cookies.
Hubby spent the morning getting his gear ready for work, and then at 2 p.m. he starts making lunch. We eat at 2:30 just when Mrs. T and Mrs. O arrive.
Once everyone started coming in it began to get a little crazy. There were four little girls running around and my son was playing with them too.
It was a little difficult for Mrs. T to speak because everyone was chatting and there were kids interrupting. Mrs. T did a fabulous job. She speaks so passionately about doTerra. The main reason my class was a success is her ability to speak from the heart, explain it where everyone understood, and glow with her belief. I hope to one day be like her. I know that she will go very far within this company.
I learned a lot. I learned how I want to present my information. I learned that getting people to attend is huge, but you have to be careful with making the classes open for the kids.
I am very thankful for all that Mrs. T did for me. I am very thankful for those that came and those that purchased.
The ideas in my head are plentiful and that makes me glad.
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| Regular box brownie mix flavored with Peppermint |
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These are powdered sugar and food coloring flavored with: Wild Orange, Lemon, Lime, and Peppermint.  Mark 12:31 The second is this: Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these |
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Letting Crazy Out of The Bag
It started over a piece of bread, that is what led to the thunderous explosion that left tears in its wake.
But really it was much, much earlier than that. When as I am about to walk out the door to a much needed break from kids and conversation with adults, my phone rings. It is my son's school, again. Third time in a week, insisting I come and get him. This is not the news I want, this is not the day for it to happen. I am immediately clipped with the nurse. Knowing that allegations of pink eye are really house arrest orders. I call the doctor's office on the way out the door and end up fussing in a calmly heated manner with the receptionist because I can't get the kids an appointment until the following day. Yes, I said kids, I figure since last week when just my son had it then my daughter got it and we only had drops for one kid, that yes, I should just get them both in.
I have been using a Melaleuca, Lavender, and FCO mix to dry up the goo, and it was working. It was I promise!
So I drive to the school with little humor, little appreciation, only dashed plans lying shattered in my mind. Upon entering I cannot help but offend the receptionist because my son has been sent home on Kindergarten picture day and no the crew isn't ready so they can't slide him in, and no they won't have make-up pictures. My mood darkens.
Home, sigh, not the haven of peace that I would wish it to be. I am still recovering from my the colonoscopy the previous day. Sleep the night before was good. But my husband didn't kiss me, nor say he loved me before exiting the bedroom that morning. Small thing to note, I know, I'm over emotional.
All day I listen to kids argue, I hear crying and crashing and more crying. I end up locking two of the bedroom doors upstairs due to an over curious two-year-old. There is an odd smell upstairs of about three different nasal sprays that she took the initiative to experiment squirting everywhere. Credit given for the thought process involved of pushing a bucket to the bathroom sink and climbing onto the sink to open the medicine cabinet.
Found a toy bin with cars inside of it, but what is that white stuff? Where on earth is the container that the stuff came from?
Dog pacing, can't get under the bed in the master bedroom. That door is locked to prevent said terrible two creature from going in there and wrecking more havoc.
I serve lunch but because I am chatting on the phone and distracted I make the hotdogs for one kid not two, more fighting ensues while hot dogs are cooking. I did eat lunch. Chicken, very left over chicken that didn't taste so yummy. Dog pacing wants the hot dogs.
Finally I sit, I try to clear my mind. Thoughts of what to cook for supper race through my head. I wrote a blog post. Then I realize that it is therapy day, and one hour is all I have left to chill/unwind.
No wait a minute, I want that free toy kitchen and the race is on. I must get there fast or someone else will snag it. Run to the Van! kids are shoeless, one is only in panties, as I start up the van I realize I have no shoes. I won! The kitchen is mine.
Can you guess what happened once it was placed in my daughter's room? Yep, more crying and arguing.
Therapy, daughter sleeps in car for almost the entire thirty minute appointment. I am relieved I can play with my phone read a few pages of my book. Quiet!
Home and the hubby is there cooking something yummy. Long day for him, his mood is quiet. He is nearing the shut off button. Answers are short, not much to say. We eat, I clean the kitchen, I sweep and mop, kid baths and his shower.
But underneath this seemingly quiet evening hubby is texting and calling. Work! Work issues, they bring his mood down, the stress is etched across his face. I see it, I want to be kind, but my stress is at a dangerous level, a selfish level. Over the course of the evening we manage to have short conversations, but I know he isn't fully hearing.
We take the kids for Mexican bread, we have a nice trip. But by the time we are home, hubby has shut down. He eats his bread and heads upstairs and my façade is cracking.
My son leaves his bread he doesn't want on a low table the dog snatches it and is running through the house. I am screaming upstairs for hubby to grab the dog, but he is ignoring me. I race upstairs after the dog, but before I do that I screech at my son and reduce him to tears. (yes, shame on me!) I get the bread from the dog and my husband and are fussing.
I am screaming at him about how over tired I am. How I have had too many all day long at home alone with the kids days. I am telling him I know he is stressed and he had a long day, but dammit I did too! Of course he is shut completely down now. All day at work dealing with whatever and here is his wife that he cooked supper for that he took to get Mexican bread, screaming at him about his beautiful kids and a dog that ate bread.
It was a horrible moment, a very bad mommy/wife moment. I had a frustrated, probably angry husband who told me to go away, and two kids crying, one because I took away his game because the dog got his bread he didn't throw away off of the table.
I stormed downstairs for my daughters cup and the diffuser. I stormed back upstairs for my jammies, put the diffuser in her room, told her good night, and went to tell my son good night and stormed back downstairs.
I watched T.V. for an hour before creeping upstairs and attempting to take my contacts out in the dark. All the while I am pleading with God yet again to forgive me. I am remembering my PWOC Bible study and knowing I have failed. I have not thanked God that my family is together, that my husband is so good to us, that I am blessed even though I am overwhelmed.
Why am I screaming and acting like a crazy lady yet again? Don't I have it so good? I have a van to drive, I have a computer to use, two beautiful children at home, might I add my oldest even called. I have all I could need here and yet I turn into a screaming banshee because I am overwhelmed.
Selfish, that is what I am
Ungrateful, unappreciative
Failing to turn to God and Prayer
I am a sinner
I am a horrible wife and mother
It will take days to smooth this over, days of the husband barely talking to me, not saying anything to me in the mornings. I will feel low and pray so hard and pray harder.
I will go on and ask God to forgive me and act like nothing happened yet all the while trying to win back the husbands smile.
This is the end of the rant
Luke 1:30 And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favor with God.
But really it was much, much earlier than that. When as I am about to walk out the door to a much needed break from kids and conversation with adults, my phone rings. It is my son's school, again. Third time in a week, insisting I come and get him. This is not the news I want, this is not the day for it to happen. I am immediately clipped with the nurse. Knowing that allegations of pink eye are really house arrest orders. I call the doctor's office on the way out the door and end up fussing in a calmly heated manner with the receptionist because I can't get the kids an appointment until the following day. Yes, I said kids, I figure since last week when just my son had it then my daughter got it and we only had drops for one kid, that yes, I should just get them both in.
I have been using a Melaleuca, Lavender, and FCO mix to dry up the goo, and it was working. It was I promise!
So I drive to the school with little humor, little appreciation, only dashed plans lying shattered in my mind. Upon entering I cannot help but offend the receptionist because my son has been sent home on Kindergarten picture day and no the crew isn't ready so they can't slide him in, and no they won't have make-up pictures. My mood darkens.
Home, sigh, not the haven of peace that I would wish it to be. I am still recovering from my the colonoscopy the previous day. Sleep the night before was good. But my husband didn't kiss me, nor say he loved me before exiting the bedroom that morning. Small thing to note, I know, I'm over emotional.
All day I listen to kids argue, I hear crying and crashing and more crying. I end up locking two of the bedroom doors upstairs due to an over curious two-year-old. There is an odd smell upstairs of about three different nasal sprays that she took the initiative to experiment squirting everywhere. Credit given for the thought process involved of pushing a bucket to the bathroom sink and climbing onto the sink to open the medicine cabinet.
Found a toy bin with cars inside of it, but what is that white stuff? Where on earth is the container that the stuff came from?
Dog pacing, can't get under the bed in the master bedroom. That door is locked to prevent said terrible two creature from going in there and wrecking more havoc.
I serve lunch but because I am chatting on the phone and distracted I make the hotdogs for one kid not two, more fighting ensues while hot dogs are cooking. I did eat lunch. Chicken, very left over chicken that didn't taste so yummy. Dog pacing wants the hot dogs.
Finally I sit, I try to clear my mind. Thoughts of what to cook for supper race through my head. I wrote a blog post. Then I realize that it is therapy day, and one hour is all I have left to chill/unwind.
No wait a minute, I want that free toy kitchen and the race is on. I must get there fast or someone else will snag it. Run to the Van! kids are shoeless, one is only in panties, as I start up the van I realize I have no shoes. I won! The kitchen is mine.
Can you guess what happened once it was placed in my daughter's room? Yep, more crying and arguing.
Therapy, daughter sleeps in car for almost the entire thirty minute appointment. I am relieved I can play with my phone read a few pages of my book. Quiet!
Home and the hubby is there cooking something yummy. Long day for him, his mood is quiet. He is nearing the shut off button. Answers are short, not much to say. We eat, I clean the kitchen, I sweep and mop, kid baths and his shower.
But underneath this seemingly quiet evening hubby is texting and calling. Work! Work issues, they bring his mood down, the stress is etched across his face. I see it, I want to be kind, but my stress is at a dangerous level, a selfish level. Over the course of the evening we manage to have short conversations, but I know he isn't fully hearing.
We take the kids for Mexican bread, we have a nice trip. But by the time we are home, hubby has shut down. He eats his bread and heads upstairs and my façade is cracking.
My son leaves his bread he doesn't want on a low table the dog snatches it and is running through the house. I am screaming upstairs for hubby to grab the dog, but he is ignoring me. I race upstairs after the dog, but before I do that I screech at my son and reduce him to tears. (yes, shame on me!) I get the bread from the dog and my husband and are fussing.
I am screaming at him about how over tired I am. How I have had too many all day long at home alone with the kids days. I am telling him I know he is stressed and he had a long day, but dammit I did too! Of course he is shut completely down now. All day at work dealing with whatever and here is his wife that he cooked supper for that he took to get Mexican bread, screaming at him about his beautiful kids and a dog that ate bread.
It was a horrible moment, a very bad mommy/wife moment. I had a frustrated, probably angry husband who told me to go away, and two kids crying, one because I took away his game because the dog got his bread he didn't throw away off of the table.
I stormed downstairs for my daughters cup and the diffuser. I stormed back upstairs for my jammies, put the diffuser in her room, told her good night, and went to tell my son good night and stormed back downstairs.
I watched T.V. for an hour before creeping upstairs and attempting to take my contacts out in the dark. All the while I am pleading with God yet again to forgive me. I am remembering my PWOC Bible study and knowing I have failed. I have not thanked God that my family is together, that my husband is so good to us, that I am blessed even though I am overwhelmed.
Why am I screaming and acting like a crazy lady yet again? Don't I have it so good? I have a van to drive, I have a computer to use, two beautiful children at home, might I add my oldest even called. I have all I could need here and yet I turn into a screaming banshee because I am overwhelmed.
Selfish, that is what I am
Ungrateful, unappreciative
Failing to turn to God and Prayer
I am a sinner
I am a horrible wife and mother
It will take days to smooth this over, days of the husband barely talking to me, not saying anything to me in the mornings. I will feel low and pray so hard and pray harder.
I will go on and ask God to forgive me and act like nothing happened yet all the while trying to win back the husbands smile.
This is the end of the rant
Luke 1:30 And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favor with God.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
The Stories were Worse than Reality
Due to some medical issues, it is time to remove the baby making factory. But in order to get to that point, a colonoscopy was a necessity. I cringed when the doctor told me this. I nervously laughed and asked if there was some way around it. And there isn't, so it was placed on my calendar. An ominous day in the near future.
I had to go to the pharmacy to fill the prescription for the horrible tasting drink mix that would flush everything out. I put it off as long as I could, but then the Friday before the big day I finally went and picked up the Gallon jug. I placed it in the back of my pantry and went on as if it wasn't there.
Hubby was taking the day off so that he could be with me and watch my daughter. I fretted over this procedure. I prayed hard that all would go well that the results would be good. I didn't talk about it much, not even with my husband. Part of me was afraid, part of me was embarrassed. But I knew it needed to be done and I knew all of the horror stories. Even the pharmacist wasn't sugar coating how terrible the mix would taste.
I bought the large thing of Sprite. Cringing because I don't drink soft drinks, and thinking of my poor kidney that would be exposed to this awful carbonated drink, but know it was the only way I could do this.
The day of dawns and I sigh over the coffee that I so desperately want, but can only have black. I choose a coco mix instead. Then my husband comes home and says that he will cook his own breakfast since it isn't fair that I can't eat. He also makes a chicken soup for him and the kids. I can drink the chicken broth, so I am thankful for his thoughtfulness. I make it through most of the morning. I have decided to add the Slim and Sassy essential oil to my water. It helps with appetite control and though I know this isn't the proper way to use it, I need help.
A trip to the grocery store proves far more difficult than I anticipated. Oh there are the pringles, should I get my little girl a candy bar? I rushed through there as fast as I could. I have a buggy with Sprite, milk, eggs, bananas, jalapenos, carrots, and food coloring. Once at home it is lunch time for my daughter. This was also challenging because she really wanted to share with me. I stayed strong and drank my chicken broth.
The rest of the afternoon passed by easy enough. Time to take my son to therapy and my daughter has a bag of Fritos that she insisted on taking with us. My son usually eats yogurt, so this too is in my bag. I am watching all the kids buy snacks from the receptionist at therapy. I am cringing each time I get a whiff of Cheetos and chocolate. As if this wasn't bad enough someone brought cupcakes to celebrate a birthday so kids are walking around with chocolate cupcakes with pretty blue icing. I catch myself praying my son eats his before coming out, but he didn't. It comes with us in our tiny car filling the tiny space with chocolate yummy smells.
I made it home without so much as one lick off of that cupcake. Talk about massive willpower! Hubby is in charge of supper for the kids and I stay out of the kitchen. I sit down with them to drink my chicken broth.
It is now time to drink the horrible mix. It was every bit as horrible tasting as anyone has ever described it. What it does to your body is equally disgusting and frustrating. But once you have mastered the drinking every 15 minutes while you stand outside of the bathroom that you have reserved for your use only, it settles into a grossly competent routine.
By the time the worst of the ordeal was over, I was ready for a shower. This seemed to be a message for my body to push more of that mess out. I was successful and felt much better. But the ugliness continued into the night. Bringing me out of a deep sleep more than once.
I have a 7 a.m. appointment. My daughter is whisked away to a babysitter, but my son is coming with us. I am now fervently praying for my well being and my husband's calm. I am nervous because the place isn't opened on time. This drives my husband to a Taco Bell so him and my son can eat breakfast burritos in the van while I watch. Being the mommy and wife that I am, I saw no reason why they should wait for me to be in the procedure. Besides it's willpower right?
Once we are there we learn that I am second and the process of getting the procedure done begins. Before I even have much time to process the morning the staff and my husband and son I am whisked away to the back.
Nervousness washes over me because the Nurse is in such a hurry. I am thinking to myself "What if they screw this up?" "What if something really does go wrong?" They take my glasses as soon as I get back there, this leaves me blind, adding to my nervousness. An I.V. and Oxygen are given to me. No more than 15 minutes after climbing onto that bed, and they are knocking me out.
I wake up in recovery and I feel no pain, I am alert, the nurse is nice. They tell me to pass gas a lot or my stomach will hurt. They also explain that because I haven't eaten it is clean gas. My son loved it! He thought I was the funniest mom ever. I was worried because they told me the sedative would cause me amnesia, but so far I remember everything.
We took my son to school and came home and I ate and slept most of the day. I had a headache from not drinking enough water and not eating. I went to bed and woke up the next day feeling much better.
Finally be you all of one mind. Have compassion one of another, love as brothers and sisters. Be tenderhearted and courteous 1 Peter 3:8
I had to go to the pharmacy to fill the prescription for the horrible tasting drink mix that would flush everything out. I put it off as long as I could, but then the Friday before the big day I finally went and picked up the Gallon jug. I placed it in the back of my pantry and went on as if it wasn't there.
Hubby was taking the day off so that he could be with me and watch my daughter. I fretted over this procedure. I prayed hard that all would go well that the results would be good. I didn't talk about it much, not even with my husband. Part of me was afraid, part of me was embarrassed. But I knew it needed to be done and I knew all of the horror stories. Even the pharmacist wasn't sugar coating how terrible the mix would taste.
I bought the large thing of Sprite. Cringing because I don't drink soft drinks, and thinking of my poor kidney that would be exposed to this awful carbonated drink, but know it was the only way I could do this.
The day of dawns and I sigh over the coffee that I so desperately want, but can only have black. I choose a coco mix instead. Then my husband comes home and says that he will cook his own breakfast since it isn't fair that I can't eat. He also makes a chicken soup for him and the kids. I can drink the chicken broth, so I am thankful for his thoughtfulness. I make it through most of the morning. I have decided to add the Slim and Sassy essential oil to my water. It helps with appetite control and though I know this isn't the proper way to use it, I need help.
A trip to the grocery store proves far more difficult than I anticipated. Oh there are the pringles, should I get my little girl a candy bar? I rushed through there as fast as I could. I have a buggy with Sprite, milk, eggs, bananas, jalapenos, carrots, and food coloring. Once at home it is lunch time for my daughter. This was also challenging because she really wanted to share with me. I stayed strong and drank my chicken broth.
The rest of the afternoon passed by easy enough. Time to take my son to therapy and my daughter has a bag of Fritos that she insisted on taking with us. My son usually eats yogurt, so this too is in my bag. I am watching all the kids buy snacks from the receptionist at therapy. I am cringing each time I get a whiff of Cheetos and chocolate. As if this wasn't bad enough someone brought cupcakes to celebrate a birthday so kids are walking around with chocolate cupcakes with pretty blue icing. I catch myself praying my son eats his before coming out, but he didn't. It comes with us in our tiny car filling the tiny space with chocolate yummy smells.
I made it home without so much as one lick off of that cupcake. Talk about massive willpower! Hubby is in charge of supper for the kids and I stay out of the kitchen. I sit down with them to drink my chicken broth.
It is now time to drink the horrible mix. It was every bit as horrible tasting as anyone has ever described it. What it does to your body is equally disgusting and frustrating. But once you have mastered the drinking every 15 minutes while you stand outside of the bathroom that you have reserved for your use only, it settles into a grossly competent routine.
By the time the worst of the ordeal was over, I was ready for a shower. This seemed to be a message for my body to push more of that mess out. I was successful and felt much better. But the ugliness continued into the night. Bringing me out of a deep sleep more than once.
I have a 7 a.m. appointment. My daughter is whisked away to a babysitter, but my son is coming with us. I am now fervently praying for my well being and my husband's calm. I am nervous because the place isn't opened on time. This drives my husband to a Taco Bell so him and my son can eat breakfast burritos in the van while I watch. Being the mommy and wife that I am, I saw no reason why they should wait for me to be in the procedure. Besides it's willpower right?
Once we are there we learn that I am second and the process of getting the procedure done begins. Before I even have much time to process the morning the staff and my husband and son I am whisked away to the back.
Nervousness washes over me because the Nurse is in such a hurry. I am thinking to myself "What if they screw this up?" "What if something really does go wrong?" They take my glasses as soon as I get back there, this leaves me blind, adding to my nervousness. An I.V. and Oxygen are given to me. No more than 15 minutes after climbing onto that bed, and they are knocking me out.
I wake up in recovery and I feel no pain, I am alert, the nurse is nice. They tell me to pass gas a lot or my stomach will hurt. They also explain that because I haven't eaten it is clean gas. My son loved it! He thought I was the funniest mom ever. I was worried because they told me the sedative would cause me amnesia, but so far I remember everything.
We took my son to school and came home and I ate and slept most of the day. I had a headache from not drinking enough water and not eating. I went to bed and woke up the next day feeling much better.
Finally be you all of one mind. Have compassion one of another, love as brothers and sisters. Be tenderhearted and courteous 1 Peter 3:8
The Decision
I have decided to become a Wellness Advocate for doTerra Essential Oils. It wasn't a hasty decision, but one made because I believe.
I believe that the essential oils can change many aspects of my families day to day life in a positive way. This belief came by way of a neighbor. We will call her Mrs. T. She had been posting to her FB about these oils and how they were helping her son and daughter. One child is ADHD and the other has sensory issues. This made me curious for obvious reasons. Then I noticed another neighbor named O begin posting about the essential oils. Now my attention and curiosity were caught.
When my hubby was out of town I attended a class hosted by Mrs. T. I received a free 5ml sample of Wild Orange. Now I have to admit I was rather perplexed and awed by this little bottle of oil. I tried it in my water as suggested to aid in immune support. It wasn't so bad. Now what hooked me was the diffuser. Mrs. T was running a diffuser with a calming blend of oils in it. My extremely active daughter went into that house and as time passed she began to calm down. I was impressed. By the time I went home I had purchased three blends of oils.
I had the Mommy's Time out, Calm the Hulk, and No More Squirrels. These were blends that Mrs. T had put together to aid in calming herself rather than fussing at the kids and to aid the kids in calming down and stop the fit throwing. Over the next few days I saw the difference they made in my children, mostly my daughter.
During this time I am also watching as Mrs. O goes from just using the oils on her family to selling them. I have been bitten by the bug. I see first hand how they can assist with all sorts of things. I wen to my skeptical husband with a plan. I too could sell these oils, I believed in them. I knew they worked.
Hubby agreed and I bought the Home Essential kit which came with the diffuser, a bonus Deep Blue rub and 5ml bottle of Deep Blue oil. The other oils are as follows: Breathe, Frankincense, Lavender, DigestZen, On Guard, Melaleuca, Oregano, Cedar wood, Peppermint, Lemon, and a 5ml bottle of Deep Blue. All of the other bottles are 15ml. A little goes a long way. I have used just about every oil at least once since purchasing in March. I use many of them daily in my diffuser.
Before signing up, I had purchased a bottle of the DigestZen to aid with sinus pressure. Needless to say I was impressed with the results. I also purchased the bottle of Slim and Sassy which aides in appetite control. It really does work.
I am now ready to share my oils with everyone I meet and my friends and family. I cannot wait until my next order of oils comes in. I joined the Loyalty Rewards Program which means that every $100 oils that I purchase, I earn points toward free product. If you have an LRP of 125, you receive the free oil of the month. You can also earn a percentage of shipping costs back.
Since using the diffuser with calming blends I am noticing a positive change in the household. The dog is even more peppier sometimes. My husband has come to like the Deep Blue rub as it aides in muscle pain relief. He has used it every night since I received it. I use the diffuser in my daughter's bedroom with Breathe and Lavender and she is sleeping better, waking up less, and sleeping longer. This means that both of us are getting more much needed rest.
For more information about doTerra just email me at bmanjarrez@gmail.com or you can check out my doTerra page: http://mydoterra.com/bonniemanjarrez
A merry heart does good like a medicine proverbs 17:22a
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