Welcome to week 4 and the almost last post of my month of honesty!
Another Friday, another date night. And a special one since we went all the way to the city to see a yarn bombing. Friday always feels transformative. I feel like me, not mom, not teacher… Just… Me. And right here, right now I am proud of that. 38 years old, 5 kids, in a different country then where I started, married 16 years… I can’t imagine loving anyone else like I do Ken. In all honesty, I feel blessed.
Time for some Sunday honesty… I have a hard time sitting idle so I take sewing everywhere and crochet in public… I am only able to have bursts of extrovert socializing so often hide in comfy corners… I love people and small children but am horrible with names… With 5 kids my experiences with church service can be less harmonious and more stress inducing struggle, so a lot of my faith and religious experience is born out of my quiet careful sewing… I am shy and love quiet but enjoy watching others be outgoing and crazy… I am told I shine in one on one or small group gatherings… I know my limitations and try to push my boundaries… I am not always successful, but I always try to be genuine. Honest truth.
A continuation off “Lisa doesn’t like to sit idle” combined with a son who didn’t want to swim on an evening we spend 2 1/2 hours at the YMCA on. Sometimes it feels like we live there… which I am ok with. Yes, that is more schoolwork for my full day homeschool kid. He says I am “diabolical”. I need to practice my evil laugh.
Why do we even have desks? Trinity and Emanuel prefer to learn about elephants on the floor… That is Zander’s Pj clad butt and my comfy chair. Honest truth, comfort over desks, clutter over forced tidy… so far it seems to be working (that and today was pajama day).
And the photo many are sure to be expecting… welcome to our garage. It WAS a 2 car at the beginning of summer. Before bikes and an attempt at cleaning began. Oh well, I bet we make all the neighbours feel awesome about their garages as they drive by!!!
Thursdays are special, the only time any of my kids wear uniforms! Trinity and Emanuel in karate… Echo in cooking, and I tortured the twins by forcing them to go swimming. Evil mom buying them new suits and tossing them in the pool for an hour.
And that is the week, just a handful of days left!