The 2014 Confident Mom Weekly Household Planner

The Laundry Hamper

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It’s been sitting in the corner of my room for days, just staring at me. It watches me walk by, trying to ignore it, when I make my bed.

Full of clean laundry, it waits. I hear it whispering at me, whenever I get close enough to touch it.

It’s telling me that I’m a slacker mom. A good mom would have folded these by now. How lazy can you be that you can’t put away a small hamper of clothes.

I shuffled into my room today feeling drained. I’ve been feeling really drained by 3 pm since my surgery. The doctor said my body would still be healing for some time and that a short break should enough to help. I laid across my {made} bed, and pulled my throw blanket over my feet.

From the corner of my room I could hear it.

“You don’t deserve a break woman! Get up, lazy, and fold these clothes! Worthless….”

Know what I did?

I got up. I walked over to the hamper.

I kicked it. I kicked it hard enough to knock some of the clothes onto the floor.

God said I was worthy.

God said I was good {thank you Jesus!}.

God said I could rest.

The laundry is not still there because I am lazy or worthless. It is still in that hamper because every time I tried to head towards my room to fold it, a little person grabbed my hand and said “Play with me Momma”, and I did.

Maybe in the world of Laundry Hampers I am totally and completely worthless.

But in their world, I rock the awesome.

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Restaurants You Don’t Take Kids To

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There are some restaurants, even with their obligatory kid’s menu, that are not suited for children. Their atmosphere isn’t kid friendly. The tables are tight. The lighting is dark. The music is too loud or the crowd is too loud.

I wouldn’t take my kids to Buffalo Wild Wings.

I don’t take them to restaurants if I couldn’t wear jeans to dinner.

I avoid Golden Corral.

For four years, I have avoided Ruby Tuesday.

I love Ruby Tuesday. I love the salad bar. I love those cheddar biscuits. Their steak melts. (I’m going to pretend the mashed potatoes are real)

We took Bubbagirl to Ruby’s once, shortly after we moved up here. The bigger girls were with Mr’s parents and we were going on a mini-date.

She wasn’t even a year old yet. I felt like the high chair was in everyone’s way and our table was so tiny it barely held our plates, much less her bottle and a small rattle.

I felt crowed and stared at so we decided only to return when we were child-free.

It would be three years before we went back. A few months ago, I went and had lunch with my Mr. at Ruby Tuesday.

I had forgotten how much I enjoyed the food and I immediately came home to search for copycat recipes for those biscuits.

Today was one of those days where Momma needed to be anywhere but home.  If that meant eating out then so be it.

The plan was to meet up at our favorite Japanese place, Osaka’s. Unfortunately, they were “closed due to the vacation”.

Well, if I couldn’t have my yum yum sauce and ginger dressing, then I wanted cheddar biscuits and Ruby Tuesday would just have to deal with my big family.

I expected the Mr. to complain but he didn’t. It was 6:15pm, prime after work dinner time.

The hostess did a double take as we walked in the door.  I scanned the room.

80% of the diners were elderly, the rest were upper-middle aged, and there was not one family there.

There I stood with my mismatched, bandana wearing, flip floppin’ brood, holding hands patiently waiting to be seated.

Everyone watched us be seated.

They walked us to the far corner, where the big table was located, surrounded by four tables full of ladies and gentlemen old enough to be my grandparents. The entire corner fell silent.

Now- we have had our fair share of crying, whining, meltdown, rotate between the table and the car, dinners with our children. We know why everyone held their breath, thinking their quiet grown-up dinner was about to be ruined.

We ordered. We rotated trips to the bathroom. We swapped out crayons and did our crossword puzzles. Mr. and I took turns at the salad bar. Everyone ate.

I was cutting up my last piece of steak, and I noticed a lady in pink inching closer to me, leaning over slightly.

I turned to see her beautifully made up face and perfectly coiffed hair, and her smile.

“I just wanted to tell you that you have the most beautifully behaved children. You should be very proud of them.”

I looked past her to her dinner companions and each of them were smiling and nodding and waving to our kids.

All I could say was thank you, and smile.

Then I thanked God for our peaceful outing.

Her kind words, her willingness to go up to a complete stranger and bless her with that compliment, turned my day around.

Thank you Lord for that sweet old lady.  This momma, who feels like such a failure most days, needed those words today.

Dear Ruby Tuesday, I know they were good today, but have no fear, I don’t plan on pushing our luck. Your food was great, but it will be a while before we’re back. Because we like you.

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The Snake

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I was in my usual spot on the couch, pretending to watch a nature show with the kids {we called it science for the day}.  I was playing on Pinterest attempting to multitask and failing miserably, as usual.

Tidbits of information on rhinos and bugs and turtles bounced around in my head as I half-listened. The show was covering multiple different animals and honestly it was hard to keep up. Then again, I wasn’t really paying attention.

As I was clicking through another Pin, probably to see a crochet tutorial I’ll never use, a few of those tidbits started repeating themselves.

snakes cannot see or hear very well…

The little crocheted flowers were totally calling my name.

they use their tongue to sense their prey …

And that one would make a great Mom-in-law gift!

they smell them out

I stopped looking at tutorials and let the words sink in. They had to be sticking around and bouncing off the inside of my skull for a reason.

Egg Sucker by lacybekah, on Pix-O-Sphere

God always puts a phrase on repeat when He needs me to really hear it.

Satan isn’t looking at what we do.{snakes can’t see very well}

He isn’t listening to what we say.{snakes can’t hear very well}

Like a snake he is sensing what is in our heart.{they use their tongue to sense their prey. they smell them out}

 

When our hearts are set on Jesus,

we become Satan’s most sought after prey.

 

He doesn’t come after me when I’m doing good just for the sake of doing good.

 

He definitely doesn’t come after me when my heart is selfish despite my seemingly selfless behavior.

 

He comes after me when I have been earnestly praying and seeking God’s guidance.

 

He aims his arrows at me when I’m doing something because in my heart I feel called by God to do it.

 

He senses that my intent and purpose are no longer for my own self but for God.

 

My good works and good words mean nothing to the snake until he senses that my heart is filled with the Light of Jesus.

 

It is then that he wants to stop me.

 

 

It is then that he senses the threat.

 

What a comfort to know that while he may still be putting up a fight, it is a battle that has already been won.
*spoiler alert* The snake doesn’t make it.

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