a month later.

In May I wrote about setting goals for myself.

Well, it’s June. Here’s how that worked out for me. Ahem.

  1. Blog at least five times. Ha. Ha ha ha ha. Hahahahahahaha. Nice try, Purdin. In all honesty, it was foolish of me to expect that to happen during a very busy, stressful month- I had finals, work was crazy, and I took a mini-vacay with friends. So better luck next time.
  2. De-clutter my home. Ditto to the above. Although, I must say that Andrew and I have been much better about “resetting” our home every night- doing the dishes, picking up the toys, and preparing for the next day so we’re not quite as hectic/cranky/homicidal in the morning. And I’ve also been regularly tossing old/rarely worn clothes into bags for the Goodwill. (Hopefully they’ll be moved to the trunk of our car by the end of June. Cross your fingers.)
  3. Make a plan to clean out our fridge, freezer, and pantry and refill it with “clean” food. I’m not even going to touch this one. Food is such a complicated, messy issue for me. I shouldn’t have put such a major event down with so little forethought. I think it will actually take several mini-goals before I make it to this step. Maybe that sounds crazy- how hard is it to throw out the crap and buy healthy food? Harder than you think, dear friends. Self-diagnosed food addict over here.
  4. Go on a walk with Gabe at least once a week. HAHA! Victory! I had a great time thinking of new places to take my little man last month. My kid is very outdoorsy and turns into the Tasmanian Devil if he’s cooped up inside all day. So we went for a walk or park excursion on almost all of my days off from work. Here’s some pictures to prove it:

IMG_1086      We had a freakin heat wave that week. Hence the hat with floppy ears to protect his white-ness.

IMG_1096Poor flushed face. It was HOT. We’re not used to anything about 75.

IMG_1098Little cheeser.

And a few from my trip to OC/LA:

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Even my alarm clock was excited.

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Do you want to build a sandman? (Get it? Get it??)

Anyways. I’m looking forward to accomplishing more this summer since I’m done with school for the moment and work should be slowing down very soon. I’m trying to refrain from beating myself up over the Epic Goal Failure of May 2014. I mean, it’s over and done with, and I’m planning on posting my June goals in the next few days. Until then, my goal is make a list of goals. Baby steps, folks.

if marriage was a house

I often find myself inspired by the hilarious and insightful Rebecca Woolf and her blog “Girls Gone Child”. I identify with her in that I too became pregnant unexpectedly and married my baby daddy after knowing him a relatively short time (another story, another day). About 9 years later Rebecca now has 3 more children, including a set of twins who crack me up daily while browsing my Instagram feed.

Ms. Woolf is a great writer no matter how you slice it, but because of our shared experiences I feel a special connection with her even though we’ve never communicated and she lives 200 miles away in LA. One recent post that really did me in (we’re talking sobbing, red eyes, all the feelings) is entitled “Old Houses Are Like This” in which she does a freakin’ fantastic job of comparing her marriage to her rat- and mold-infested house with a crumbling foundation. Metaphors for dayyyyyyys man.

Isn’t that how it is though? So many of us walk (or are gently nudged by the impending pitter-patter of little feet) into marriage thinking it’s gonna be great. Even the most realistic of God’s children don’t jump the broom expecting to catch their feet on the handle and fall on their face. But that’s just life. There are seasons, there are highs and lows, and sustained periods of meh. The pattern of get up, get ready, change the diapers, make the meals, blah blah blah starts to disguise underlying tension and apathy, two major marriage killers. It often takes a figurative rat infestation to even realize that something is wrong.

Like Ms. Woolf’s contractor told her and her husband (unaware of the deeper meaning of his words), “Without the rats you might not have known about the leak until it was too late. This can be fixed. Old houses are like this. Beautiful and broken, they all need work.”

Rebecca inspires me to stick it out. To keep living and loving my family in spite of the rats and the mold and the mess.