Far Above Rubies

Virtually Painless

{ 04:13, 2006-Aug-25 } { Posted in Ramblings } { 0 comments } { Link }

Well, I survived my first MOPS meeting as a group leader on Wednesday!

I was so nervous. I carefully chose what to wear and did my nails the night before, made the baked french toast for the brunch buffet, got up and ready in plenty of time, arrived on time, all that.

I was so nervous because I just didn't know who God was going to put at my table (at the first meeting of the semester all ladies draw a group out of a hat at random and belong to that group all year long). Would they like me? Would I get a bunch of MOPS veterans who would think someone like me who had only attended 5 previous MOPS meetings had no business being a group leader? I knew I would have 2 ladies I already knew at my table, because I asked for them to be put there- my sister and my friend Natalie. That was a comfort and helped me calm my jitters. The first meeting was basically a get to know you, this is what MOPS is all about, here are the rules kind of thing. No discussion groups this time. We all sat at craft tables afterwards and made nametags with fake flowers and hot glue guns. I always love the craft segment.

Next time will be the test of how well I can lead a group discussion. Here is how a meeting goes...all ladies check in and sit at their tables, pray over the brunch, eat brunch, little bit of visiting, then the guest speaker does his or her thing, and a discussion time follows where I am supposed to lead a talk on the subject our guest speaker covered. It doesn't have to be too stiff and formal, but I have to be able to keep things going and not let conversation die. Then I am to encourage my girls to take part in the craft project offered, follow up with any prayer requests, and encourage them to come back next meeting. I am also to plan one group outing per month for my group, which I really have the jitters about!

This "semester", the theme is "Fresh Air...What Every Mom Needs". All of the group leaders got to pick our table names from a list provided by MOPS International. I chose for my table "Mountain Air" since I grew up in the Rocky Mountains. And...I really did get a bunch of great ladies. I think God selected us all for a reason and I feel confident about making friends with them.
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I finally heard from the insurance adjuster from the insurance company of the lady I was in an accident with 10 days ago. She took all my information and said I would have to get a damage estimate and fax it in. And get this...I get an extra $500 just because I'm pregnant. I told the insurance lady that I had no injuries other than a sore back, and that my doctor thought I was fine and didn't even recommend an ultrasound and that I was fine, but she said it was a matter of poilcy. If you are pregnant you are automatically awarded a small sum just for having the added stress of being in an accident while pregnant. I didn't expect that, but it will sure be welcome!
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I have to brag on my husband.

I have been very tired lately and the house has been pretty much falling to pot. I have always had a hard time taming clutter because my home is extremely storage deficient, so many things simply have no home! The laundry seems neverending (gee, could that be because it IS???) and I've just been feeling down in general.

Anyway, Chas came home this morning (he has been working one week on, one week off). Unexpected and early. The house was wrecked. I had been very apologetic lately about the state of the house, and he is so good about it. He said not to even worry for a minute and that I was to just concentrate on taking care of the kids and RESTING.

Now, he and I have had an understanding ever since I became a SAHM, and a homeschooling one at that. He works outside the home, and my work is inside the home. I have never minded this a bit, and I think it's the way it should be. I am very old fashioned and tradtional in my thinking. I despise feminism and the blurriness it has brought to the line separating the sexes. My husband expects me to keep the home, but he has never, and I mean NEVER, been a jerk about it. He has never once criticized my housekeeping, my cooking (he wouldn't either, I'm a fabulous cook), or anything like that. He is aware of how hard I work just to get the basics done with 3 kids around full time, and is very respectful of that. He helps out whenever I ask him to when he's home. My husband is wonderful.

Anyway, the boys had been really giving me a hard time lately, and I haven't behaved very well as a result. I haven't had my finest mommy moments the past few weeks, and last night was BAD. Dominic and Zach were both in rare form, and even sweet little Charlie was making me want to pull my hair out and run away from home. I was Big Bad Mean Old Mommy last night, and I unloaded all over my poor husband during our messenger chat last night.

So, he came home this morning, and let me know that he was going to be running the boys through Miller Family Work Camp all week, and that I was to rest and relax. He is going to be giving the kids a lesson in "What Happens When You Disrespect Your Mother". We both agreed that the boys were getting too old for spankings to be a meaningful and useful form of discipline anymore, so we had to get creative. I invented Work Camp mwahahahahahahaha! Which is basically just a very long list of jobs they have to complete one by one, and if they slack or complain, another job gets added to the list, and so on.

And what will I be doing tomorrow afternoon while my dear husband oversees work camp? I will be at Barnes & Noble, perusing pregnancy books and magazines and sipping a Chai Tea Frappaccino, nibbling on a scone or possibly a pair of biscotti. Most likely I'll have a scone AND a biscotti. Okay, I'm getting a giant rice crispies treat too, I know I am so I might as well admit it.

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