Denial is always never my best friend: A tribute to our tiny awesome first home

We are leaving our tiny awesome first home soon. I'm in a little bit a lot of denial. It has been so great. 

Just look at it. I will miss it.

It might be cute to just us. But, we have lived in and loved this place like no other. 

We brought our tiny Eli home here. Look at his giant paci!!!

 We have started two babes into their first day of Kindergarten from these steps.

 We have plopped babies like flower pots in the front lawn

We have made beautiful things grow out of the sandy ground.

And spent countless days with our like-family neighbors who will never be matched

We celebrated holidays and plenty of awesome birthdays here with my notoriously amazingly self-decorated cakes. I am all booked up on orders. Sorry.

And enjoyyyed them

Dance, cheerleading, 49 seasons of soccer, girl scouts, water polo...whatever we could think of.

 We have mixed feelings about the whole thing and understandably so.

 But most of all, we are just excited!

I just knew that I'm so good at denial that if I didn't write this now, it'd just never be. Here's to new beginnings and a couple of acres of land for big gardens and fruit trees. And here's to awesome memories of a first home that we won't ever forget and to amazing neighbors that are like family to us. (We love you Murray's!) God has blessed us here, and we pray for continued blessings out on our new home on the range....

Blue House...the Clarks are coming!

I've got time

I talked with my friend Tara on the phone the other night like at 11 PM. So frickin late I was laying flat on my back on my bed with my legs cranked out unaturally to the side like the crime scene photos? Anyway, these are the hours we are texting and then I finally send the text...CAN YOU CALL? Because one time I just decided to call her in the middle of our texting and she was next to sleeping babies and then I started spitting out uncontrollably a looooong string of swear words and then in a panic I hung up on her. Anyway, now I just ask. It's safer.

Where was I?

Oh...Tara was like...I visited your blog the other day and I was happy because I was like....Mel doesn't have time to blog either. And I said, NOPE. No, I don't. I absolutely do not have time to blog. The only people who get any writing from me currently is college. That's it. And it's not even that exciting. Currently, I'm writing about the vulnerability of new nurses on the floor. Is it our orientation programs? Whoooo cares.

The only reason I'm pumping out a blog post today? Illness. Sick day.

Steve was down. Sophie was down. Now me. The mama.

I wanted to talk a minute about my problem with sick days. You know the days that take me all morning to decide that I can actually call in to tell my boss I'm too sick to come in and the rest of the day to actually get over my overwhelming guilt about it? Those days. I hate sick days.

So while I'm sitting here watching Price Is Right and drowning in my guilt, I thought I'd throw out a blog post....for Tara.

See? I've got time. :)

Love,

Mel

Aint never done that before

Today as I was scrubbing the kitchen garbage can with a nice hot soapy mixture of Pine-Sol and water, I thought, I can't frickin believe I'm scrubbing the kitchen garbage can right now with a nice hot soapy mixture of Pine-Sol and water.

What have I become?

Anyway...

I remember my mom scrubbing our baseboards and weird stuff in our house with Pine-Sol too.

After I did this, I scrubbed spaghetti sauce off of the radiator (aint never done that before). Yes, our old house has radiators. That is another conversation for another day.

Anyway, thinking about how I've never done such a thing like scrub spaghetti sauce off a radiator before got me to thinking....

Moms. Aren't they cool? I mean, I just spent all these years taking for granted all the crazy $*%# that my mom scraped off of random radiators my whole life and I never knew about it. My kids will come home today, skipping down the road, through our door, throw all their crap on the floor and continue on smearing all their childhood dirt all over the place none-the-wiser that I scraped up and cleaned up these messes this morning with a hot and soapy mixture of Pine-Sol just like my mom did years before me. And that's ok that they don't know.

But someday.......

When they are on hands and knees scraping ravioli off the lower portion of their kitchen walls thinking....aint never done that before.....may they stop and wonder as they dip their hands into that familiar smelling Pine-Sol mixture....Hey! I wonder just how many of these types of messes my mom cleaned up for me too.

Aren't moms just the best?

Mine is. I know this much. I'm reminded ALL the TIME thanks to my own motherhood. Just as I believe God intended it to be.