Wednesday, May 12, 2010

St Elizabeth Ann / St. James (SEASJ) Stitch Club

A while back, I posted that I was looking to start a stitching club at my church for the purpose of donating our finished items and yarn, and any fellowship that came along with that would be a bonus!

Well, we had our first three meetups over the last three months, and I'm proud to say, it's a small group, but it's been fruitful. So far, we've donated 2 large garbage bags full of yarn to the Servants of Mary convent, where it will be knitted and crocheted up into items for sale in their book store. All the proceeds from those sales go to the St. Peregrine foundation, which ministers to cancer patients in the area.

We've also donated 6 beautiful baby blankets, donated by a parishioner, and a hat and bootie set, crocheted by Aimee.
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So beautiful and soft! This set will go to Essential Pregnancy Services, which provides free pregnancy counseling and ultrasounds to any women that need it. They have a store where women can buy and earn items for their new babies.

I am so proud to be a part of this group! I'm sure I'll be posting more in the future, as we are able to meet more often, and have more donations.

If you are interested in donating to either of these charities, please contact me at sgilbride@tconl.com for more information.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Six kids...the series

I try to be the positive mom that has six children and can be upbeat about it. I get wound up and stressed, but I try to show in public, at least, that having six children is not outrageous, or weird. I try to show that having six children isn't a bad thing.

But, it does have it's disadvantages. We have four girls and two boys. The boys are close in age (just under three years apart) and they get into things. A lot. They sneak food and try to hide it. They jump off the top of the bunk bed. They hang things from their ceiling fan. They wet the bed, then don't tell me until bedtime the next night. They squirt water all over the bathroom, and smear toothpaste anywhere they can find room. They are a force to be reckoned with.

The girls aren't much better, though! They leave their shoes, cleats, backpacks, hoodies, books, you name it, all over the house. They eat and drink in their rooms and then spill all over. They brush their hair in weird places, and then loose the brush for the next person. When you have four girls with medium to long hair, this ones a biggie!

They are all involved in sports. This means I am toting four to six children to 3 soccer games, 3-6 softball games, and school, every week. I am preparing breakfast, lunch, and then ususally packing dinner to eat on the run 3-4 days a week, for 6 kids. My husband doesn't even eat dinner until after 8 most nights.

I'm really feeling the crunch these last several weeks of school. Field trips, field days, sports, school, finals, and first communion have been paying their toll. I have been making wrong turns while driving, forgetting things and wandering around listlessly all week. I just can't seem to focus on anything for longer than a few minutes, and I feel like I am pulling my hair out.

But I don't want people to think it's because I have six children that I am like this. It's because I am unorganized. I am stressed out because I don't exercise, and I eat poorly. I don't get enough sleep. I am frazzled because I let myself be. I worry about things that I have no control over. It's me, people!

Having six children has forced me to learn some things about myself. I can make decisions under fire and get the job done (when I apply myself!), maybe not perfectly, but adequately. I will never, ever be bored. Ever. I always have someone to talk to, even if they can't talk back, yet. I like to try new things, but I crave structure. I don't get that structure, but I'm learning to accept what I can't change. I am learning to let things go that would have really bothered me even just a few years ago. I am learning to accept that my plan isn't the one that matters. I am learning humility.

I am learning that pride really is a sin, and that I can't do it all on my own. I am learning that the mom my kids need isn't necessarily the one society thinks they need. That's a very freeing idea to me, and I'm glad I have been given the opportunity to learn that. But it's scary to go against the "norm" and not fall into the guilt trap. I'm trying.

So when you see me out in public, speaking too loudly (ok, yelling) to my kids to hurry up, or pulling the fourth bag of stuff out of the trunk just to get us through an hour long soccer game, or pushing a stroller through the parking lot, while holding three blankets, two tote bags, and holding three kids' hands, understand me. Don't judge. I have six children because I love children, and I believe they are a blessing. They are fed, loved, schooled, and lack for very little. I go without so they can have the things they need, and most of the things they want. Don't feel sorry for me, or look down on me, or think to yourself "what is she thinking?!"

Just look at me as another person, just getting through life the best way I know how. And for crying out loud, grab a tote bag and help me across the street!

Monday, May 3, 2010

The new kid in town...

Ok. So, those of you that know me, or at least have seen my grumblings on Facebook know that I have had a few washer problems over the past few months.

We'd had our whirlpool washer dryer combo since we moved into our house going on 13 years ago. It was fine. It washed the clothes. You know, like a washer's supposed to. Then it started to act grumpy. It would spit extra water on my clothes when it was supposed to be spinning the water out. It would chew on them while they were agitating. It would yell at me when I wouldn't get to it in time to keep it from getting off balanced. For a while, it would spew nastiness out it's bottom (I'm sure it was out of spite), causing me to have to bleach the cement floor every so often.

The last straw came when it began to wind my clothes around the agitator. It just kept winding and winding. It was too much! So we made the decision to let my old friend go. It was a bittersweet parting.

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There it is, strapped to another miscreant washer, off to be refurbished, or sent to washer juvy...

Anyway, we decided to go with one of the newer High Efficiency washers we've heard tell about. The new kid in town. Quiet. No agitation. Super extended spin cycle, and a second rinse. Less water, less detergent. No spitting.

Um, I almost hate to say it, but I kind of miss my old grumpy washer! The first HE we got crapped out in the first three days. We ended up having to go to the laundromat while we waited for a replacement. (Love Lowes, though, who replaced it for free)

So we replaced it with the same thing. It's quiet, sure. But I never can tell if it's done or not. There's no loud metallic screaching or grinding. I have to actually go down the stairs and look. I like that there's no agitator, but how the heck do the clothes get clean? There's no splashing, smashing clothes. They just kind of swirl around. Something about that doesn't seem right. Too wishy washy.

And it's a top loader, but I never know when I can add stuff. Like the baking soda/vinegar combo I use for diapers. So, I feel like I should be way too extra careful. Do I put it in before the clothes? After the wash cycle but before the rinse? Maybe during the second rinse? And how long do I hold down the "pause" button? Too. Much. Information.

On the old washer, as long as you didn't stick your hand in while it was agitating, you could do whatever you wanted to the thing. Very accomodating.

And the detergent. An eighth of a cup? Really? Um, ok.

And then spinning? Holy cow, does it spin. Like so-much-that-the-clothes-are-almost-too-dry-when-they-come-out-and-are-wrinkly spinning. And I don't iron.

Ever.

So, I don't know. I kind of liked my grumpy, loud, screechy, spitty washer. At least I knew where I stood. I'm getting to know the new kid in town, though. Maybe in another 13 years we'll be friends.