My mother's day was...well...not what I had in mind when I pictured my perfect Mother's Day.  It started out with my husband leaving very early for church like he usually does and then coming home before church even started because he had hurt his back and he was afraid that if he led worship he was going to hurt it more...because he gets crazy.  At least he brought me breakfast in bed and coffee.  And at least my son slept until 10!!  That was a sweet miracle.  So the hubby promised that as soon as he laid down for a while and if he felt any better we could at least get out of the house so I could do what I wanted for Mother's Day.  Well...we finally went out later in the day and the restaurant I picked said they would not take anyone without a reservation. :(  So we went to the next place we saw, which was El Toro. 
After El Toro (where Z was adorable by the way and kept pointing at the picture of the bull on his cup and growling - because apparently, in his world, bulls growl) we went to the mall so I could get what I wanted.  I really didn't want anything except to go to Lush and buy bath stuff so I could take a really good bubble bath.  And I bought some Godiva chocolates because that also just sounded good.  And then we abruptly headed home because my husband didn't feel well.  
Well...his stiff neck was replaced by food poisoning. (I don't know what it was from. I was fine) Which meant no bath for me because he occupied the bathroom the rest of the day and night.  And on top of that, while my husband was in the bathroom, Zion had a mega explosion in his diaper that was unlike anything I have ever seen...and hope to never see again.  It was like a volcano of poop lava...and when I picked him up out of his highchair, I got poop all down my arm, on my shirt, and it was running down Z's leg.  And, the bottom of the high chair was filled.  It was pretty impressive. 
So, I ran him to the bathroom....but of course, the bathroom was in use...and we had no place to go. So I decided we should wait it out so I could get him in the shower...so I set him down, but of course, he wanted to run.  He started to run towards my white couch and I chased him down and caught him...then I just put him in the sink and started rinsing him down because I had no other options.  He's a little big for the sink-and I didn't want to clean poop in my kitchen sink...but what was I gonna do?
Eventually, Ish came and put Z in the shower and I started to clean up the poop explosion in the highchair and on myself. The whole time, my attitude was pretty bad.  I'm not gonna lie. I was so mad that on Mother's Day, I ended up being the nurse and the maid.  And, I didn't even get my bath.  
Well, now I can appreciate the humor. There is nothing I can do about it. I still didn't get my bath, and I would still like to have a Mother's Day Do-Over...or at least an hour to take a bath. Ha! There is always next year.

When all is said and done, It's not that big of a deal.  My family is healthy, I got some bubble bath and coffee in bed for Mother's day, and I have a husband who spoils me most of the time so I don't have a lot to complain about. And it gave me a story to blog about.  So there you go!

Happy Mother's Day...
First of all to my Mother, who has taught me to be a patient, gentle, loving mother.  She really is the best mother in the world.  Living so far away from her is not easy.  Especially today.
Today, I'm thankful to be Zion's mommy.  And so glad I got to carry Judah all of his life too.  What an amazing thing to be a mother. 
And, I just wanted to share this link.  This is one of the best things I've read for this mother's day. Enjoy your day, mommies!!

I want to know WHO taught my son the word "candy"! At breakfast, lunch, dinner, bath time, play time, diaper change time, just about every second of the day, he is asking me for "andy? andy?".  He doesn't pronounce the "c" but I know what he wants and it's driving me insane.  Except for the hidden stash of remaining Easter candy, we don't even keep candy in this house!  Where does he learn these things?
So my quest for today is to find some healthy, sweet things I can make him that I will call "candy".  But we will all know that they are not really "candy".  Poor little guy.  His sweet tooth is taking over. So if I am successful, I'll add some recipes.
Ish returned home safe and sound from Haiti.  Ended up that he stayed in a really nice resort on the beach and suffered greatly the whole time.  He really did have a great time and was so excited to share his stories and pictures.  He wants to go back again. 
I did miss him...a lot.  But I also had a very productive week.  I re-organized and re-decorated.  I already loved our apartment, but now it's set up the way I want it and it makes it so much more relaxing to have things where i want them.  I also made a Pinterest project.  It cost me nothing and it worked out perfectly!! 

As I said before...I am horrible at taking pictures.  So this is what you get.  You get the point.  
When I first learned about Pinterest, I thought it was the neatest thing ever.  I spent hours looking at pictures of stuff.  And then all of a sudden I started realizing that my house wasn't cute enough, I didn't make enough fancy deserts, I didn't have a garden, My kid's room wasn't organized enough, I didn't have fancy decorations for every holiday, I wasn't stylish, or thrifty enough, my DIY skills were awful, and I didn't do enough art projects with my toddler. I apparently am not a person who can spend hours on Pinterest and come out unscathed.  It snuck up on me when I least expected it, and I admit I got sucked in. All of a sudden, I was viewing my world from the outside in instead of the inside out.  All of those pictures of "things" made me look at all of the things in my world, and all of a sudden I had this ugly feeling of discontent settle in my heart. And I did not like it one bit.  I wanted to go back to the days before Pinterest, when I was pretty confident in my mothering and wife skills.  When I was more focused on who God says I am than who Pinterest says I am.  
So I have a love-hate relationship with Pinterest.  I basically use it if I have a project in mind that I want to do and I need ideas.  I'll look up that specific thing.  But I don't like to sit and look at pages full of pictures of stuff.  Just not my thing. 
What about you? What are your thoughts on Pinterest?  

My Hubby left tonight for Haiti.  Now it is 12:30 in the AM and I am remembering why I hate it when he is gone.  I never sleep.  The thing I don't understand about this phenomenon is that I was a single lady for a very long time before my man came along.  I watched most of my friends get married and I wondered, begged, pleaded with God for it to be my turn next.  And all of those years that I waited (I say all of those years like they were 50 years, but really I got married when I was 26 and it just felt like an eternity while I was waiting) I slept alone in my bed just fine.  I slept the entire night and I went to bed at a decent hour.  All on my own!  So...why can't I do that now?
And the other thing I don't understand is why and how I can be so bored?  He has been gone maybe 5 hours at this point, and I have found myself trying to slow down on the episodes of United States of Tara (don't judge me) that I'm watching on Netflix because I'm afraid I'm going to run out of episodes before he gets back and then I will not have anything to do. 
So now, into my 5th hour out of my next 7 days of living life as a single lady again (And by single lady you know what I mean...Don't let your imagination run wild and start rumors about me), I'm doing basically the same thing so far tonight as I did everyday when I really was single: Eat ice cream, check Facebook obsessively, and watch movies in my bed in the dark. And I'm remembering some good times (and some not so good times) with the roommates.  
Beth and I had some fun times I will say...just having someone to always talk to for hours about anything and everything going on in our heads was pretty awesome.  After I got married, it took me a while to realize that guys don't have conversations the way girls do.  They have just as meaningful conversations...but with a small fraction of the amount of words to get the point across.  
And then we had some not so fun times....like the time we got bed bugs somehow, somewhere, and we couldn't get rid of them and we had to move out.  But the thing that amazes me about that is this:  I survived!  I made it through that, and God never left me to deal with it alone.  He always provided what I needed.
And again, the time I quit my job because my boss turned out to be a major creeper.  I did not have a breakdown because I did not have a husband to provide for me...Instead, I freaked out for a day and then I got it together and looked for a new job. I just knew that God would provide. He was my husband.  And again, he never left me.
There were times when I was single and all I wanted was my husband to show up -  I didn't know who he was yet, but I would cry out to God and say "Please!!!  I don't want to be alone anymore!".  And then there were times when I was content and I knew that no matter what happened, God had a plan for ME then, and I didn't have to wait until I was married to start my life. But Ultimately, no matter what my emotional state was, I reached a point where I was pretty secure in my singleness. Mostly because I was becoming more secure of who I am in Christ.
Sometime before I realized that I was supposed to marry Ish (because we were friends for a while first - that's a whole other blog), I had a realization that the goal of my life, is not to get married. In my mind, I just always thought that I'd grow up, maybe go to college, get married, have some kids. Well, college came...and went.  But where was my husband?  So as I waited, I felt like plan A to get married had fallen through (at least for the time-being) so I had to go to plan B.  And there was not really a plan B.  I kind of wandered for a while.  And then, I started to get it.  I started to realize that I had an identity.  That Christ created me. As an individual.  And that he had called me to love people, and live out the life that he had given me.  NOW.  Not later, when I'm married.  I had no husband to hide behind.  I only had Jesus.  And I fell completely in love with Jesus.  And I came to the point where I was willing to say, "Whatever you give me, Lord, that is the life I'm going to live.  I'm not going to waste my life waiting anymore".  
So anyway...fast forward to today.  My goal in life, my calling, is not to just simply get married, have kids, run them to soccer, and clean my house.  My goal in life is to simply live and to love and to share the gospel with anyone God puts in my life. And along the way, God decided to bless me with an amazing man.  My perfect Prince Charming. Not because I need a husband to be a "real christian woman", but because God decided it was good for me and Ish to work together. What a beautiful thing...and what a good God to show me a demonstration of his Love by providing me with a husband who loves me like Christ loves the church.  
Tonight I realize how easy it is to hide behind my husband.  To look to him for security and safety.  To look to him to cure my loneliness and occupy my time. When I was single, it was easy to fall in Love with Jesus because I had no distractions and nothing else demanding my affection. It's so easy to fall into a state of laziness and complacency.  Lord!  I want to find myself in you.  I want you to define me and not my marriage, or my husband, or my son!  
I am so blessed. I love the life I have been given. Ish is the perfect man for me to share my life with, and Zion is a beautiful, perfect gift. I want to always remember my first love.  And always put him first.  I want to be madly in love with Jesus.  
That's all...Nothing crazy or mind blowing.  I just need Jesus desperately, and everything else works itself out. 

Oh yeah...I just remembered I'm not really that "single" because my baby is crying so I have to go and tend to him...