Now, I know you're wondering "What was all the fuss about, talking to God through movement, rekindling the language, the relationship"? Its really a long story so I'll save you the long, painful details and try to get to the point.
Awww. But the details are to me, what makes it good. Here goes.
New Year's eve and my husband and I were home feeling deflated because our dinner out was cancelled due to babysitter plans falling through. It took a lot of antics and games to get the boys settled down for the evening so we could steal away in our room and ring in the new year behind closed doors. But at 11:30 our toddler son woke up in a panic because a jurassic cricket (more commonly known as a cave cricket) jumped on him awaking him from his sleep. He woke the entire house, if not the neighborhood, with screams only the best ladies in horror movies could belt. To say he was traumatized would be an enormous understatement.
It was Saturday morning and I hadn't slept right in two nights. It was 7:30 a.m. when I got the idea to clean house. But not just any kind of cleaning. I needed to restore harmony and peace seeing we were tripping over ourselves and the toys our son was using to preoccupy his mind. We needed clarity once again because we were feeling water-logged from that sleep deprived wading in the anxiety pool.
But not just was our kid freaking out every few hot seconds, the croup set in causing him to breathe with a terrifying wheeze. We've been to the hospital a few times before for this so there wasn't need to panic for the cough and shortness of breath. We're pros with handling the croup... at least before the child decided to stay in constant alarmist mode.
We've kept it under control with the use of a cool-mist vaporizer because it gets dry in his room. But croup is mostly brought about from dust and I'll be honest, I haven't been the best housekeeper this winter. The drop in the temperature and the elements in the house can trigger an attack. Add to it, strange looking creatures from the dank depths of basement-hell and you have a very shameful mommy. The best thing to do is get rid of the guilt and go into action. So I did.
I've been learning about feng shui for a few months. Its yet another class I want to take eventually. Until then, I check out Karen. Her website has helped immensely. When I first started studying up on it, I found that my rooms were already set up accordingly. Let's say, more so than others. But I was on the right track, I just needed to understand what I was doing. I mean, not just put stuff where, there just because its pretty or because I have no where else to put it. I'm learning to assign a place for everything, give each room purpose to be healthy and alive. The only thing, I hadn't been totally serious about the discipline. After a couple of sleepless nights, though, I'm dedicated.
I must admit, our house feels more loved and secure than before. And I've been here for 10 years. 10 years in August. I gotta say, I'm feeling like I'm gaining control of my life with each lesson I implement.
I did find one of those bad boys skipping around near the baby's door earlier tonight. I pulled a fly swatter out on him. HA! I'm usually a very humane person but these critters bring out the bad in me. Especially, messin' ovah mah kid like dat! Yes, we still have some things to do; seal a few cracks, make sure the rooms are heated properly, paint another room. But after all, a house is just like the human body/heart/mind - always a work in progress. Right now, the baby boy is in his room fast asleep and the house is toasty warm calmly sleeping again.
happy new year...
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