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Socks

  • Posted on December 4, 2011 at 5:54 pm

 

I have five kids at home, four girls and one boy. Yesterday we were getting ready to leave in a hurry, when my daughters came to me and complained that they have no socks to wear. Hm, I started thinking about how I cleaned my two youngest daughters dresser out a few months ago and matched up all 17 pairs of their socks. I asked them both if they looked in their third drawer.

They replied, Yes, it’s empty. WHAT? Empty?  Where did they go?

 All the laundry was clean, and up until now weather hasn’t warrented socks.

Where did the socks go? They didn’t know! Neither did I.

 SO they did the only logical thing, in their own minds, that is……THEY ran to their brothers room and borrowed a pair of his.

 

My two oldest daughters asked  if I had any socks they can borrow? I told them that I only have two pairs of socks to my name, and whenever I have lent socks out in the past, I’ve never gotten them back, so the answer would be NO!

I then thought of the thirty dollars I spent LAST Christmas on pretty socks for each of them. I asked them both what happened to their socks. They both replied in unison, “that was LAST Christmas mom!” I say, “yeah?” One of the two pairs of socks that I have I recieved as a Birthday gift when I was sixteen!! So?

What is it with kids socks?

I know having five kids, which means lots of sock to keep track of….but how do they get lost? The house is not that big!  They are not bringing their socks anywhere and leaving them behind!

Where exactly are all these socks going?

 Behind the washer and dryer? Checked! Nope!

I told them that they needed to go find some socks ASAP, or we wern’t leaving the house.

So they also did the only logical thing, they went to their brothers room..

Thankfully, he has big feet!

 

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The 5 Love Languages

  • Posted on October 14, 2010 at 11:49 am

I am sure every one has read this book at one time or another. I was talking about it recently with dh and a friend, which led me to writing this post. I think it is very  important for us to know what our spouses, friends, and children’s love languages are. It really is helpful in a relationship to know.

For example: If  a friend who is going through a hard time, who’s love language is, Words of Affirmation, and I send a gift, the gift can be real nice, but really is not going to do much for the friend.

 Same goes for a friend who’s love language is Receiving Gifts, and if I try to console them with a hug, or offer to clean their house. These things may be sweet gestures, but will not actually be helpful for the  friend in need.

 What are the 5 Love languages?
1.Words of Affirmation-
Actions don’t always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Hearing the words, “I love you,” are important.

2.Quality Time-
In the vernacular of Quality Time, nothing says, “I love you,” like full, undivided attention.

3.Receiving Gifts-
Don’t mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift.

4.Acts of Service-
Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes.

5.Physical Touch-
This language isn’t all about the bedroom. A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy.
For more detailed info, click here.

I went ahead and took the online quiz, of course no one knows what their love language is, better then  themselves. I took a guess before I even took the quiz, and yep. Was right on!

That said,

I think it is probably more important to know what “other peoples” love languages are.

For example:

 My mother NEEDS me to remember every single holiday. A gift, and a  card, show her I love her, and am thinking about her. If I forget even once, she feels regected. She also needs Words of Affirmation occasionally.  Therefore, she falls under #1, but mostly #3.

My father NEEDS me to tell him how important & fearless he is to me, and how much I admire him. He is not afraid of nothing, and likes for me to remember that!  Which I do, and therefore it is very easy to just give credit, where credit is due.  He falls under #1 all the way! At times, I still like to send him a gift, as I do my mother, but it is usually not very important to him.
 I have come to realize in relationships in general,  If you are not getting the love language that you so desire, it is often times hard to give your friends and family the love languages that they  really need. It falls under mis-communication I suppose. Or maybe the whole, men are from mars, women are from venus.*G*

Regardless.. The ultimate key is, Be Sincere! :o)

 And for any one who does not  know what their love language is..You can go here, and take the quiz.  It really is that easy!

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Part 4 or 5 –Southern Living

  • Posted on July 9, 2008 at 3:21 pm

When we finally got in to look at our current home…we loved the open floor plan. It had a bonus room in the back that was not mentioned online and I thought it would be a great place for mom to live. The only thing was it did not have a closet. It only a built in book case. Later I ended up going to Home Depot and bought her  one that I put together in 30 minuets flat. I am not so sure mom liked it, in fact she expressed that she didn’t but we couldn’t afford a wooden one and with the low  ceilings it probably wouldn’t have fit anyways. Her cats loved sleeping in it though and that was the most important thing!

 

The extra room didn’t have any doors but there was a man at the church we were attending at the time offered to charge us for materials and put some French doors up for a bit over a hundred dollars.

 

Given I had never lived in a double wide.. I had no idea that the walls are not solid concrete and that the laminate floors were not real wood. I was clueless on so many levels.:o/

 

I did not like the small closets because we had large ones back home, but it was a small price to pay for all the extras that we would have.

 

We did not even sleep on it..We made an offer and then the agent told us he was sure that we would get it because no one ever moves to this area and the place had been on the market for 2 years already. The owner had moved out of state  back then. He said that if we offered 10 grand less then the asking price..he felt we would get it.

 

The offer was accepted and we got it and moved in September of 2005. The problem was we had already paid a 6 month lease on the apartment that we were in and prayed that we would get the funds back. They told us that they needed to keep one month but would refund us the other 2 months. It took a few months but we did end up getting it back..PRAISE GOD!

 

In October, DH drove down to Florida and got a U-haul to pull back for all moms stuff and she moved in with us for 3 months. She hated it here. She felt isolated and in her line of work they only pay $2.10 an hour. There was also no state assistance for her. Her job had no benefits and making such little money there was no way she would be able to afford insurance on her own. She was already diabetic and had high blood pressure so needed meds sooner rather then later. Evidently in the state of North Carolina you had to have a disability, not speak the language, or be over 62 to qualify for state help.

 

My MIL had no problems moving here and qualifying because she does not speak the language. This really irritated my mom, so along with much drama….she moved back to Florida the week after Christmas that very same year.

 

Months passed, and I made her room into the school room but since then made it into a nursery, and the school room is back where it started. Things did start getting to me about living here in the country. For one..no one comes to visit and back home in the subdivision that we lived, the majority of the neighbors were my church friends and it was really easy for them to swing by for coffee or tea. I  also use to throw dinner parties all the time and down here I only heard the reply..(If you were closer dear….I’d be there.) That along with not finding a church where when you walk in the door it says “YOUR HOME” became very depressing for me. I really began to sink deep in a depression, and  then I found out I was pregnant again. This time with number five and it cheered me right up!! For a while anyway.

I started longing for my DH to say to me..Pack up..we are moving home..

 

Instead….DH would spend time outside on the deck, in what I witnessed as pure awwwwe. He loved it here and made sure I knew it each and every day. He would carry on about how great his job is and how much he loved the drive home from work, even though is it a good 35 minutes.

 

I  started verbalizing how unhappy I was down here, and my sour expression each day sure was a clue.

 

I started breaking down in tears almost nightly and telling DH that I need Jesus to rapture me up soon, because I’d rather be in heaven then live this misery of a life.

 

I felt I was just going through the motions of life, and I wasn’t finding any joy in anything I did. I abandoned all my hobbies and really felt like a sinking ship!

 

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