i've been enjoying these blogs this month as they each feature 31 days of something...


And last year I found out about this blog http://glorybeafarm.blogspot.com/  thru Dave's cousin Kelly. She mentioned that they butchered a cow together. I check it every once in a while. I think these are good friends of hers. I've never actually met them but I really enjoy their blog. Their most recent post is about homeschooling curriculums/philosophies. Very interesting reading. I agree with the part that most American children have forgotten how to play. Most kids these days (and even when I was growing up) can't play without a toy or a video game or something. In fact, I was probably a little bit like that as a child. It is my dream that my children would be more imaginative and playful than I am.

We had a mishap this morning where Dave accidentally spilled 3 ounces of expressed breastmilk (a.k.a. liquid gold) all over the kitchen floor. I went thru so many terrible emotions following that episode that it's not even funny. Not that he spilled milk and got the floor dirty but that I had worked so hard to pump all that. And all he could say was "I guess this is where that saying 'Don't cry over spilled milk' comes from" It left me really evaluating my thought life/emotions, etc. In the end, he left for work with the advice from the book "What to Say When you Talk to Yourself" - "I am in control of my thoughts." and that was actually very helpful. Usually I blow off all his advice that he has from books but I was so upset and beside myself I needed something to get me thru it. Even though I instantly forgave him and prayed to God for help, my mind still kept going back to thoughts of anger, resentment, despair, desperation, etc. So when I realized that I was in deed in control of my thoughts, I just spoke that over and over to myself and soon I was thinking nicer thoughts.

1 comment:

Erica said...

oooh! That happened to me too, right after I got done pumping, I put the bottle on the coffee table and it spilled over and I lost almost all of it. I cried. lol. I was mad at myself mostly, but it does happen. I'm glad you were able to think nicer thoughts, but the other ones are totally normal too, because it is depressing, all that work, all that time, all that good milk, gone. I mourned! haha!