Love and marriage

I'd like to think that I make time for my husband and my marriage, but I don't that is an accurate statement. He's in my thoughts for a large portion of my day, however this is a situation where the cliche "It's the thought that counts" does not apply. I call it a cliche because not everyone has the gift of telepathy and therefore it is an erroneous naivety. We try to stay connected with a daily repatoire and a non hostile dialogue. We are not perfect, to say the least, so it's a long term goal. That way we're not driven into maddness from the feeling of failure. Mike (my husband) works at night so we don't really have a regular time where we can talk alone. He gets home when I go to bed and he's still sleeping when I wake up. The rest of the day we're in the presence of the little people who live amongst us. We've managed to get away alone a handful of times the last four years our marriage has been infultrated by children. I hope my comedic tone is translating through the text. Both my kids are wanted and were planned. No accidents or "OOPS!" babies here. I can honestly (and prehaps arrogantly) surmise that I am a good mom. I don't know if I'm the best wife however. God willing I'll get used to this whole marriage thing.

Adventures in parenting

Today I was tested as a parent and authority figure. My son is trying to find his "place" in the world and our family. He is constantly looking for was to make his own rules and follow his own agenda. My daughter does this too, but they both have different styles of insubordination. Riley's weapon of choice is mind games. He transforms into a Jedi master and tries to alter my thoughts with a wave of his hand which sends a new telepathic itinerary into my brain stem. He enjoys convincing me that what he thinks is right, is right. Fiona prefers simple mutiny. Whenever confronted with undesireable rules she resorts to either stubborn protest or fains hearing loss or amnesia. She either screams, acts as if she didn't hear or forgot what you told her to do. I don't know how long I can go on seeing as I am in a constant state of negotiation. My house has become more tense than a UN meeting! Neither of them is in preschool and apparently they are ready to be masters of their own destiny. Maybe I should just give them a good dose of reality and convert them into employees. Then maybe they will see how desireable "grown up" life is. I guess I should feel blessed that they are obviously eager to run their own lives. It means I have set them up with the tools they will need to smoothly navigate the years that await them. Right?

October 19, 2008

HI! I'm Gabby from Ephrata WA. I have a family of four. My husband, Mike, of five years and two children. My son, Riley, will be four years old in January and my daughter, Fiona, will be two years old in December. We are currently living in tight quaters on the outskirts of Ephrata. We are in the beginning stages of building our two story dream house however. If all goes well, our house should be finished by next year. Knock on wood!