It’s Time For a Little Rest

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I look at the clock and it’s 9 a.m.  I’ve already been asked 1001 questions, played the part of referee in a wrestling match, and fixed breakfast that they didn’t eat.  Only 12 hours until bedtime.  I think I can….I think I can….I think I can.

I look at the clock again and it’s noon.  I’ve answered another 1001 questions and we’ve made it through handwriting, sight words, math, and reading.  I open the refrigerator and I can’t find any leftovers.  Nice.  What are we going to eat?  I’m listening to endless chatter from our two sweet chatterboxes.  Only 9 hours until bedtime.  I think I can….I think I can….I think I can.

It’s 3:00 p.m.  The bills are scattered all over the dining room table, the checkbook won’t balance, the dryer just beeped to announce that the clothes are dry, and a little sweetheart is screaming because there isn’t any toilet paper.  I’m feeling a bit frazzled at this point.  Only 6 hours until bedtime.  Am I going to make it?  It’s at this point that the chocolate comes out. Chocolate helps everything.

It’s 6:00 p.m.  My husband just left for work.  I put my pajamas on and pray I survive the next 3 hours.

It’s 8:30 p.m.  Time to brush teeth and get the sweethearts into their pajamas.  Peace and quiet are coming.  They are just over the horizon.  Just give them one more drink of water, kiss their little heads, and tuck them in.

11:00 p.m.  The little sweethearts are still not asleep.  They won’t stay in their beds, they won’t stop talking, and momma is starting to lose her cool.  Is this day ever going to get over?

Being a mom is a tough job.  I play the roles of teacher, chauffeur, waitress, housekeeper, accountant, and referee.  Somewhere in the midst of playing all those roles, I get lost. There used to be a me.  I love being a wife and a mom, but I also yearn for some time just for me.

Years ago I sat in a room with people who were telling me that “me-time” was selfish.  I didn’t agree with them, but I kept my opinion to myself.  I don’t believe that any mom should have to give and give and give every day and never get any time to herself.  I don’t think it’s healthy and I don’t think that God expects us to never get any time to ourselves.

Jesus spent a lot of time helping people, healing people, and loving people.  But He didn’t spend 24 hours of every day with people.  Luke 5:16 says “But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed” Did you catch that?  Jesus withdrew to lonely places to pray.  He didn’t just withdraw occasionally, but He withdrew often.  If Jesus needed to take a break often and pray, then how much more do us moms (and dads) need to take a break and pray? or take a break to just do something that we enjoy?

I’ve tried to give and give and give without taking a break.  Do you know what happened?  Last fall I started having anxiety attacks.  I felt like I couldn’t breathe,  I stayed in bed all day, and I couldn’t stop crying.  It only happened 3 times, but I knew that I needed to make some changes.  I knew that I was going to have to find ways to have some time to myself.

God doesn’t want me to be so tired and weary that I can’t put one foot in front of the other.   I can’t enjoy our family if I constantly feel exhausted.  He wants me to come to Him and He will give me rest (Matthew 11:28).  He wants me to withdraw from my family sometimes and have a little time to myself. It helps me regroup and feel like I can go again. I’ve decided that in 2015 rest is going to take top priority.  I would like to get more sleep so that my physical body feels better.  I would also like to take a little more time for myself so that my soul feels better.

What things can I do that are just for me?  What can I do to relax when I can’t actually leave the house? What are some ways that I can relax when I’m able to leave the house?  I’ve been asking myself these questions and I’ve made this list of things I can do to have a little “me time”.

Cross-stitch ~  I started cross-stitching when I was in high school.  I could sit in a chair all day and make x after x after x and I was happy.  The cross-stitching supplies ended up in the back of the closet after the girls were born.  My cousin enjoys cross-stitching and she posts pictures of her projects on Facebook.  It makes me want to dig my supplies out of the back of the closet and start sewing again.  I really need to do that.  It sounds relaxing.

Eat chocolate ~  My husband never gives me flowers as a gift.  I’ve asked him not to. He knows that chocolate is what makes me happy.  Chocolate make the world a better place.  On those really tough days, you will find me locked in my bedroom eating a piece of chocolate.  It’s not good for my hips, but it’s good for my soul.

Take a walk  ~   I could take a daily walk and get some fresh air.  Wouldn’t that be nice?  It’s free and it’s good for my hips.

Go Shopping  ~  I could go shopping with my sisters.  I really hope they are both reading this right now.

Read a book  ~   I love to read, but I have  trouble finding time to read.  I’m going to always carry my kindle or a book in my purse.  I can read while the girls are in therapies and dance class.  That’s 2 hours a week that I can spend reading.

Go to another movie that I don’t really want to see  ~   It worked wonders last time.  I got to eat popcorn, drink Mountain Dew, and two little girls weren’t chattering in my ear the whole time.  It was like being on vacation.

Date my husband  ~  Raising kids with special needs puts stress on a marriage.  Your marriage can get lost in the middle of all the chaos.  We’ve always made sure to have a nice meal out by ourselves 3 times a year. We go out for his birthday, my birthday, and our anniversary.  Last year we only went out for our anniversary.  We need to do better than that.  We were talking yesterday about getting away once a month.  It could be something as simple as going out for ice cream.  The main point is that we have a little time to talk to each other without any interruptions.

I encourage all of you to love your family deeply, give them your time and attention, but don’t forget to take a little time for yourself.

I just have to end this post with a little humor from Anita Renfroe.

You Know…I Think Maybe I Should Just Be Plain Old Me

It was one of those days when everything was going wrong.  I was very proud of the fact that I had remembered to flip over the grilled cheese sandwiches before they burned.  I decided to take a look at Facebook while I was eating my sandwich.  The very first thing I saw was a picture of the fabulous lunch that my friend had prepared for her family.  A few minutes ago, I was proud of my grilled cheese sandwiches. Now, all of a sudden I felt like a failure as I stared at the half-eaten sandwich on my plate.

I began to think about the day that my sisters were in shock when I told them that our girls had never eaten a chicken patty.  I cooked from scratch and we rarely ate pop-in-the-oven food. Everything changed in 2005. That was the year that our two upside down turtles were born.  Life was crazy busy with two newborn babies and two older girls to take care of.  We became very familiar with chicken patties, corn dogs, fish sticks, and frozen pizza. I felt like a failure because I believed that good moms cooked from scratch.

I used to take great pride in our home being clean and organized.  I knew exactly where everything was and we lived in a dust free environment.  I never left dirty dishes in the sink when I went to bed.  I often wonder what happened to that organized woman.  She’s a distant memory.  Now I struggle to find something that was in my hand only a moment ago.  I throw away a $25 rebate check because I’m distracted by our crazy life.  I almost always go to bed with dirty dishes in the sink.   I have often felt like a failure because I have believed that good moms have clean houses.

Our two older girls have always been very well-behaved.  Our two little firecrackers were born and good behavior wasn’t something that they were interested in learning.  My husband and I suddenly realized that this parenting thing was a lot more complicated than we could have ever imagined.  We began to learn about meltdowns. Our girls started having them in public and we were the center of attention.  I don’t like being the center of attention. The day came when someone actually told me that I used to look like a good mom.  I felt like a complete failure because I believed that good moms had children who never misbehaved.

Everywhere that I looked I would see a mom who had it all together.  She was thinner than I was.  Her children never misbehaved.  Her kids got straight A’s.  Her house was always clean.  She was a great cook.   I wanted to be the mom who had it all together.  My life would be so much better if I could just be like her.

One day I was reading in my Bible about David and Goliath.  David was getting ready to go kill a giant. Saul dressed David in his own armor and helmet.  Saul didn’t think that David could kill a giant unless he looked like a soldier. Once David had Saul’s armor on, there was a problem. His new outfit didn’t fit. I can picture him stumbling around because his helmet was covering his eyes.  His armor was probably so heavy that he could hardly walk. David decided to take the outfit off because it didn’t fit him.  He went into battle with only a sling and five stones and he killed the giant even though he didn’t look anything like a soldier.  His confidence was not in what he looked like on the outside.  His confidence came from knowing that he served the God of the impossible.  With God on his side, he could kill a giant.

In the VeggieTales episode Dave and the Giant Pickle, Saul sings David a song that ends with “You’re bound to do much better if you try to look like me”.  David puts the armor on and he falls over sideways.  Then David says “You know….I think maybe I should just be plain old me.” 

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I had one of those “aha” moments.  I had convinced myself that my life would be better if I could only look like her and be like her.  Every time I compared myself to her, it was like I was putting on a coat of armor that was weighing me down. I was putting on a helmet that was too big.   I would stand in front of the mirror and I couldn’t see myself anymore.  I needed to take the armor and helmet off and just be plain old me.  God didn’t create me and then hope that I would one day become someone else. He wants me to be plain old me.

Plain old me still cooks from scratch as much as possible when I do the cooking.  We sometimes eat pop-in-the-oven food and I no longer feel guilty about it.   I have a confession to make.  My husband took over the cooking duties a few months ago.  I didn’t want him to do the cooking because I believed that moms are supposed to do the cooking. I told him he wasn’t going to cook….he told me he was….I told him he wasn’t….he told me he was.  He won.  He helped me take off the good-moms-do-the-cooking helmet that was keeping me from seeing clearly.  The truth is that he’s a much better cook than I am.  The girls are happier when Daddy cooks.  I don’t feel as stressed when I don’t have to worry about supper and I can devote more time to homeschooling, household chores, and this blog.

Plain old me still cleans our house, but I’m not the perfectionist that I used to be.  We no longer live in a dust free environment and you will find dirty dishes in the sink every morning.  I do the best I can.  I’ve learned to accept the fact that I don’t have as much time to clean as I used to.  When I had a perfectly clean house we didn’t have any kids. I now have 4 girls that require a lot of time and I’m really tired.  I decided to take off the I-need-to-have-a-perfectly-clean-house armor.  It’s way too heavy.

Plain old me has two girls with special needs.  They have some behavior problems that seem to manifest frequently when we are in public.  That doesn’t make me a bad mom.  I’m a plain-old-good-mom who has a couple of special girls who can’t always control their behavior.   I’m tired of wearing the I’m-a-bad-mom-because-my-girls-don’t-always-behave outfit.  The outfit is itchy and its way too small and it drives me crazy.  I don’t want to wear it any more.

Don’t you think that it’s time for all of us to say maybe I should just be plain old me? Comparisons can make us crazy. Comparisons make us feel like we are less than we are.  Can I let you in on a little secret? Good moms serve their family frozen pizza.  My friend has never posted a frozen pizza picture on Facebook, but her family eats frozen pizza.  Good moms have messy houses.  I dropped by a stay-at-home mom’s house once without calling first. Her house was a mess.  She was embarrassed because she believed the lie that my house was spotless.  I left her house with a smile on my face because her house looked exactly like my house.

My friend still posts pictures of her fabulous looking meals on Facebook.  Do you know what I do now? I usually laugh.  She seems to post her fabulous meals on the nights that we have frozen pizza.  And I’m ok with that.  It just feels good to be plain old me.

For the Love of Ping-Pong

My husband came up with the brilliant idea that our girls needed to have pet gerbils.  He said he thought it would be good for them to learn how to take care of their own pet.  He asked me what I thought.  What do I think about bringing rodents into our house?   Um….let me think for a minute.  NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!  I mean…..no thank you.  I think I’ll pass.

Daddy called for a family vote and I was totally mortified to find out that I was the only one opposed. So, off we went on a family trip to PetSmart to buy two rodents.  I felt queasy as the girls were selecting their new friends.  We were actually going to be taking two mouse-like creatures into our home.  The reality of it was almost unbearable.

Mikayla picked a brown gerbil and Hope picked a black one.  They picked out a cage and some food and we were off to the register to pay.  No turning back now.  The critters were already boxed up and ready to go.  The ride home was not pleasant.  The sound of rodents scratching around inside of the box was just about more than I could handle.

When we got home the new pets were put in their cage.  Mikayla chose the name Ping-Pong for her new friend and Hope chose the name Monkey for hers.  I’ll have to admit that our girls naming their gerbils Ping-Pong and Monkey was pretty stinkin cute.  But I still could hardly look at the new members of the family.

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The girls would carry their pets around with them and they would say “Want to hold him, Mommy?” Um…..no thank you.  I made it very clear that Mommy was not going to be holding their new friends. About a hundred times a day I would hear the words “Pet his head, Mommy.”  I finally gave in and would pet their little heads, but I still was not about to hold one.

The girls decided one day to put Ping-Pong and Monkey in a little red wagon and take them for a ride. It was all fun and games until they climbed out of the wagon.  Yep.  Rodents loose in our house. Momma was not happy that day. Daddy came to the rescue and rounded up the rodents and put them back in their home.  I sure do love that man.

Daddy was right about one thing.  The girls were learning how to be gentle and take care of their animals.  And it was good for them.  They would take them out of the cage everyday and hold them. And everyday I would hear the words “Ping-Pong is loose” or “Monkey is loose”.   I would yell for Daddy, Taylor, or Brynna to come to the rescue and get them back in their cage.   I still would cringe when they got loose, but Monkey and Ping-Pong were starting to grow on me.  I was starting to see them as our girls friends instead of just rodents.

One day Mikayla came to me and said “What’s a matter with Ping-Pong?  He’s not moving.”  OH NO!!!!!  I rushed to their cage and sure enough Ping-Pong was dead.  Brett wasn’t home and I was going to have to get Ping-Pong out of the cage.  I had never held Ping-Pong while he was alive and I certainly wasn’t going to pick him up now that he was dead.  So I got a plastic cup and a plastic spoon to scoop him up with.  Something really strange happened in that moment.  It was exactly like the scene in How the Grinch Stole Christmas where the Grinch’s heart grew 3 sizes that day.  Only it was this Mommy’s heart that grew 3 sizes that day.  I began to cry over a rodent.

Ping-Pong was our girls friend and now he was gone.  I didn’t know what was going to happen next.  I wasn’t sure if the girls would understand what death is. Would they understand that Ping-pong was gone and they could never hold him again?  The girls acted like it was no big deal until the lights went out at bedtime.  Then everything changed.  Hope began crying uncontrollably and was saying “Ping-Pong is dead” over and over again.  I was trying to console her but nothing I said helped.  Taylor and Brynna tried to make her feel better too, but nothing was going to make Hope stop crying.  We were all crying because it broke our hearts to see her so upset.  She cried for an hour and a half until she finally fell asleep.

The next day we had a private burial for Ping-Pong.  The burial was so private that only Daddy and a shovel were in attendance.  Hope had taken Ping-Pong’s death so badly that we didn’t want to do anything to upset her again.  And so we began life without Ping-Pong.

Hope still has her Monkey.  One day this Mommy will also shed a tear for him after he breathes his last breath. Mikayla wants to go back to PetSmart and buy a guinea pig and name him Mouse.  Daddy will probably call for another family vote.  But since this Mommy’s heart has grown 3 sizes, I just might surprise everyone and vote yes.

Sometimes The Cat Is Going To Dance On The Car

It had been an exhausting day.  It was one of those days that was just a struggle from beginning to end. Three of our girls had doctor appointments scheduled.  Brett was sent home from work with an injury and our doctor saw him at the same time he saw the girls.  An hour and a half later we were sitting in the surgeon’s office. Surgery was scheduled for 2 days later and Brett would be off work for at least 4 weeks. After the final doctor appointment, we went to the hospital for his blood work and pre-registration.  I got the privilege of sitting in the van for an hour with an extremely cranky girl. Let’s just say, it was a really long hour.
We finally got home at 2:30 that afternoon but it felt like it was midnight.  All the energy I once had was sucked out of me by the events of the day and the grand finale in the van with little-miss-cranky-pants.   All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and call it a day, but I had one last thing that I had to do before I could settle in.  I needed to get the trash to the bottom of the driveway.   I went out into the garage to put a bag of trash into the garbage can.  As I walked past Brett’s car, I couldn’t believe what I saw. There were blue spots all over the white hood.  What in the world is that?
I stuck my head in the door and asked Brett if he knew what was all over the hood of his car.  He had no idea, so he came out to take a look.  He glanced down and found the first clue.  It was a blue ink pen that had been run over.  The second clue….well….she was nowhere to be found.
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Zoe is our adorable, long-haired, overweight, lazy cat.  She had walked through the blue ink and then decided to dance on top of the hood of Brett’s white car.  I couldn’t believe it. Blue kitty prints all over the hood of the car. What a nice way to end an exhausting day.  I wanted to cry.  Some of the paw prints came off very easily but some of them didn’t come off.  I was too tired to deal with it, so I gave up.   I went into the house and put my pajamas on and decided to call it a day. It was only 3:00.
Monday was a pretty good day.  If you had told me that Tuesday was going to be like this, I wouldn’t have believed you. Proverbs 27:1 says Do not boast about tomorrow for you do not know what a day may bring forth.  Yep…that is certainly true. I didn’t know that this day was going to bring forth an injured husband, a surgery, limited income for the next month, and a white car decorated with blue kitty paw prints.
I don’t like it when life feels out of control.   I don’t like it when I feel helpless and I know that there is nothing that I can do to change things.  My husband was going to have surgery and there was nothing I could do about it.  He wasn’t going to be able to work for at least 4 weeks and there was nothing that I could do about it.  Little- miss-cranky-pants was going to be cranky and there was nothing I could do about it.   Most days I feel like my life is simply a series of events that I have no control over.   How are we supposed to deal with those out-of-control days?
I love this saying:

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I’m learning that I have to look for moments of  joy in the midst of the storm.   There have been many days when I have felt like I couldn’t take it anymore.  And then God suddenly allows the sun to peek through the clouds.  He sends moments where our two little chatter-boxes bring us smiles and laughter. It’s in those moments that we are given the grace to face the next moments.
One day Mikayla was cranky and mean all day long.    I got really frustrated with her and I asked her “Where did  your stinky attitude come from?”  She looked up at me and said “Walmart”.   My frustration suddenly turned into intense laughter.  In her mind everything comes from Walmart.
I have days when I feel like if one more person asks me for one more thing, I am going to scream my head off.  I was having one of those days so I decided to end my day by just sitting in the recliner and watching TV.  I put my foot rest down to get out of the chair and go get something from our bedroom. Hope looked over at me and said “Hey…..get me a sandwich!”   I suddenly had a flashback of the TV commercial where the boy telephones his grandma from across the house and says “Hey Grandma……How about another grape soda.”   I was still laughing as I made her a sandwich.
It storms a lot at our house.  Sometimes a storm passes and another storm immediately follows.  I don’t want to spend all of my life waiting for the storm to pass so that I can enjoy my life.  I need to enjoy those moments of laughter that come between the lightning and thunder.  All of us have out-of-control days. It’s just a part of life.  Sometimes the kids are going to be cranky, sometimes I’m going to be cranky, and sometimes the cat is going to walk through blue ink and dance on the car.  Those days aren’t easy and it seems impossible to find anything to laugh about.  I’m so thankful that God’s mercies are new every morning.  Everyday is a fresh start.  We can choose to look out the window and wish the storm would go away or we can choose to go dance in the rain.

The faithful love of the Lord never ends

His mercies never cease

Great is his faithfulness

His mercies begin afresh each morning

Lamentations 3:22-23

Dancing cat photo credit:  http://www.amberhouse.co.nz/

Letting Go of the Red Dress

Do not remember the former things nor consider the things of old.

 See, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall you not be aware of it?

 I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.

~ Isaiah 43:19 ~

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I always start my New Year by organizing and decluttering our house.  I started with our bedroom closet and I decided to be relentless.  I grabbed a garbage bag and tore into the closet.  If I hadn’t worn it in the last year, it went in the bag.  I got to the very back of the closet and found my favorite red dress.  Now this is embarrassing to admit, but here goes.  The red dress is 25 years old.  My mom & dad gave it to me for Christmas in 1989.  The only reason I remember the year is because it was the year that Brett and I were dating.  I loved the red dress.  I felt beautiful when I wore the red dress.  I weighed 114 lbs. when I wore the red dress.  I clean my closet twice a year and I have always kept the red dress.

As I pulled the red dress from the closet,  I couldn’t help but wonder why in the world I hadn’t been able to part with it. Why have I let it hang in my closet for 25 years?  Perhaps it reminded me of one of the happiest times in my life.  I wore that dress a lot when I was dating the man who I would one day marry.  Perhaps it was because it still looks  new and I thought that I would one day fit into it again. Reality check.  I’m no longer an 18-year-old who weighs 114 lbs.  I’ve given birth to 4 babies and I really like chocolate. Umm……chances are I’m not getting back into that dress again.   With a sigh I tossed the red dress into the bag.

While we were singing a song at church last night, I couldn’t help but think about my red dress.

You bring restoration,
You bring restoration,
You bring restoration, to my soul.

You’ve taken my pain
and You call me by a new name.
You’ve taken my shame
and in its place, you give me joy.

You take my mourning, turn it into dancing.
You take my weeping, turn it into laughing.
You take my mourning, turn it into dancing.
You take my sadness, turn it into joy.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, You make all things new,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, You make all things new,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, You make all things new,
all things new.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, You make all things new.  

God doesn’t want us to live in the past.  He wants to make all things new.  The red dress doesn’t fit anymore, but I have allowed it to take up room in my closet for 25 years.  Now that I decided to get rid of the dress, I have room for something new.   Are there other things that I have hung onto for years that I need to let go?

Do I have any bitterness towards anyone who has hurt me?  If I decide to let go of the bitterness there will be room for something new.  It’s called love.  I can learn to love that person who once hurt me.

Do I have any disappointments that I’m carrying around with me that I need to let go?  If I let go of the disappointments there will be room for hope.

Can I let go of the limits that others have put on our girls lives?  God has no limits.  He is able to do more in our girls lives than anyone can imagine.

I cried a lot of tears in 2014.  As we were singing  the words to the song last night, I felt like I needed to make an exchange.  I’m going to trade in my weeping from 2014 and believe that God will turn it into laughing in 2015.  He wants me to leave my sadness in 2014 and expect joy in 2015.  Weeping and sadness don’t fit me anymore.  I don’t want to find them in the back of my closet 25 years from now.  I need to get rid of them.

Today was the day that I let go of the red dress.  As I tossed the bag of clothes into the donation box, I chose to make a fresh start.  Today I let go of the weeping and sadness.  I’m believing that  2015 will be a year of joy and laughing.

Dwarves, Elves, and a Dragon….Oh my!

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All moms need and deserve a time-out.  Sometimes we just need to escape from the house for a little while.  We need a break from the responsibility of cooking another meal, washing another dish, and folding another load of laundry.  Sometimes we need to escape from the constant chatter of little voices.  Sometimes we just need a few hours by ourselves to regain our sanity.  I’ve felt like a woman desperate for a time-out. Today I realized how desperate I was.

Brett’s employer offered their employees discount movie tickets.  Tickets were very cheap and included a movie and a small popcorn and drink.  Brett ordered 2 tickets to see The Hobbit.  One ticket for him and the other ticket for our oldest daughter.

I told my mom that Brett had ordered tickets for him and Taylor to go to the movies. She told me to have Brett get one for me and that she would watch the girls.  That sounds like a good idea.  I could use a little break about now.  So I sent Brett a text and told him to order me a ticket.  He ordered the ticket, but suggested that I might want to watch the preview because he didn’t think I was going to like the movie.  I never did watch the preview. How bad could it be?

I’ve never had popcorn and a drink at the movie theater.   My frugal nature prohibits it.  In the interest of full disclosure, I was only going to this movie for the popcorn, the drink, and a much-needed break from my 2 little chatter-boxes.  If I didn’t like the movie, I could take a nap.

I was happily eating my popcorn and sipping my Mountain Dew as the lights dimmed and the movie started.  Brett leaned over and said “That guy is The Hobbit”.  I thanked him for letting me know. He saved me a lot of time trying to figure out which character was the Hobbit.

The opening scene ended and I realized two things.  1. I was not going to like the movie.  2.  I was not going to be able to nap because this movie was extremely loud.  The only thought in my head was “This is going to be a REALLY long movie.”

After an eternity had passed, I decided to check the time. Only an hour had passed?  You’ve got to be kidding me! Brett had told me that the movie would probably last for 3 hours.  I wasn’t sure if I would make it or not, but I had my popcorn and my Mountain Dew.  I was happy.

Another eternity passed and my popcorn was gone.  So I decided to check the time again.  Only a half hour had passed? This movie is only half over!  I’m not going to make it.  It was at this point that I honestly felt like laughing out loud at myself.  I was so desperate for a break from my 2 chatter-boxes that I had come to a movie that I was not enjoying one minute of.

If you are expecting me to say the words “spoiler alert” and tell you about the movie, well….it’s not going to happen. I can’t tell you the name of any character in the movie.  All I can tell you is there was a hobbit, a dragon, some dwarves, some elves, some good guys, and some bad guys. They fought a lot and people died.  The End.  As the ending credits began to roll, Brett turned to me and said “Do you wish you had watched the preview?”  I sure do love that man.  The good news is that Brett was wrong. The movie was not 3 hours long.  It only lasted for 2 hours and 15 minutes.  It was like a gift of 45 minutes had been added back onto my life.  Hallelujah!

Did I enjoy the movie?  Absolutely not.   Do I regret going to see The Hobbit?  Absolutely not.  I would go to it again in a heartbeat.  I enjoyed a break from my normal life.  I enjoyed a morning when Grandma showed up with Poptarts and I didn’t have to think about breakfast.  I enjoyed my very first popcorn and drink at a movie theater.   I enjoyed being with my husband and our daughter. I enjoyed daydreaming while the movie was playing.  It was time well spent.  I only hope my mom is available the next time I want to go to a movie that I don’t want to see.