A Simple Country Mouse

We are doing exactly that...hanging in there. While there is a good chance that our little Clay could be born before we make it to the inducing date, we are doing our best to keep him cooking for just a few more days. But if he decides to make an early appearance, well, so be it. For now, I'm just keeping my feet up, drinking lots, and of course, trying to not do much of anything. I have to say, it makes me jittery. Poor Gamer has ordered me to rest, but is trying so hard to give me things to do that don't require me to be up and around just so I don't go completely crazy. He knows I don't do well just chilling on bed rest. So, he brought me laundry to fold, books to read, had me nap since I was getting tired (lack of sleep for the past months, though I managed to get 9 straight hours of sleep last night!), and is setting up movies for me to watch. He's such a sweetie. He even ran to the little store right down the street to get me mayo for a sandwich I'd been c...

Why this title to the post you ask? Well as I started to fire up my blog so as to post, I glanced over and saw my daughter struggling to pull something on her feet. I couldn't quite make it out until she lifted her feet up. I discovered she had somehow found a pair of my socks and put them on. Then she started to run around the house with them on until one proceeded to fall off. Now she is sitting contentedly on the floor playing with only heavens knows what miscellaneous bits of paper that she discovered in a bag I was getting ready to throw out from clearing off our sideboard table. Yes, I'm old fashioned and have a sideboard. Sam running in my big socks made me think of how often we try to be "big kids" and grow up to fast. Then we wind up failing, and yet we set our kids up for the same line of life. Now I'm not saying we should hold our kids back from trying to grow up. Not in the least. But I'm saying we should let them grow up and their pace, let them b...

Well bloggers the rainy season has officially set in. And boy is it setting in in style. With several inches of rain in a single day, and tornadoes hitting the coast lines, and of course the ever present thunder and lightening it's been quite the start to the rain. I"m sitting here at home knowing that I have to go to the store, but half dreading braving the storms. There's something kind of peaceful about the storms though too. Something soothing. It may sound totally crazy but, if you're from the Pacific Northwest storms like this are fairly common. Most people don't mind them to much, and many of us actually enjoy them. While it may be dark and dreary, it's a good time to get those inside projects done, and stay warm with hot soup and coffee. While I wanted to make soup for dinner, I got over ruled and we are having a new dish called chicken milano. Should be an interesting night of cooking. I'm also going to try making cream puffs. Something I haven...

You know from my last post that my life recently hasn't exactly been totally the easy road. You also know that I needed some time to get to a point of being ok. For the first time in my life I actually allowed myself to not be ok for a few days and to learn how to deal with those emotions, and how to take it easy on myself for not measuring up. Well I can honestly say that while getting to the point of being ok is still a work in progress, I can also say that I'm making leaps and bounds. So far what I've learned in this little bit is that if I actually stop and let myself deal with the emotions as they happen, I heal and process much faster than if I simply bottle them up and pretend I'm fine. Now will I be able to do that all the time? Oh heck no. I'm kind of stubborn and stuck in my ways. This is going to be one of those annoying lessons I have to learn a few time to truly get it. But hey, I'm making progress. In the last few days, I've also learned that ...

Do you ever feel like you're drowning? Like life is to much to handle? Do you feel like there is far to much going on and you can't hold the load anymore? That you aren't strong enough to carry the weight of everything on your shoulders? That you can no longer stand up and you've been brought to your knees under everything? Yeah, that's me right now. Time for a little light into my life. All my life I've always been the strong one. The one that can survive and thrive no matter how hard life has hit me. No matter the pain, or crushing weight I'm under I've always been the one who can carry the load. Except I didn't just carry it. I carried it and laughed in the face of everything that could try to bring me low. I never cried. I didn't appear to feel pain, and I never let it bring me down. I fought it. And by heaven, I won every time. I've always been strong. I've always been the one to thrive under pressure and excel. I've always been...

Well it's certainly been an interesting week here at Hidden Forest Cabin. Monday started fine enough. I had done a few little projects, nothing that I thought would really do much, but when Tuesday rolled in the contractions started. As I still had nearly a full week before I was technically allowed to go into labor with little Clay, I figured I should probably call the doc and let them know. They weren't overly painful or very consistent, so I knew I wasn't in labor by any means just making sure that other than putting my booty down, my feet up, and drinking lots I didn't need to be doing anything else. The nurse I spoke to told me I needed to come all the way in to the hospital to get checked out. As it's a 45 minute drive in and I still hadn't even packed for the hospital yet, thinking I had at least another week, I was not thrilled with the idea. But I packed up Sam, and called my mother in law, Author, My mother, and of course Gamer. Author started laughing...