A few weeks ago, me and my hubby left Brennan with my folks for an extended weekend getaway to the Lost Pines Resort, where we got to enjoy the niceties of not having a baby around, with extra sleep being at the top of the list! Other pluses included relaxing by the pool, floating down the Crooked River Pool, reading (I finished my first book in who knows how long—I couldn’t put it down!), roasting marshmallows for S’mores by the campfire, and simply reconnecting away from the hustle, bustle and daily pressures of life amid scenes like this:
Don’t we look relaxed? That’s the first of three pairs of sunglasses I’ve bought in three weeks. Gone are the days when I was able to keep a pair of sunglasses for at least five years, to no fault of my son. It’s all on me.
Brennan was treated like a prince himself, and I’m happy to report that his momma did pretty good leaving him. It helped that I called about three times a day. When surrounded by families who brought their kiddos with them, it pulled my heart strings just a tad to see little boys running around, and it beckoned my lips to say countless times, “I can’t wait to bring Brennan here one day; he would have so much fun!” Somehow, this getaway already feels like months ago.
One of the books Matt started reading was For Men Only by Shaunti and Jeff Feldhahn, “a straightforward guide to the inner lives of women”. On a number of occasions, the two of us talk about an illustration we once heard a speaker use of a waffle and a plate of spaghetti to describe male and female communication styles, respectively. A waffle, being very compartmentalized, is used to illustrate how a man has to stay on one topic of discussion and thinking before moving onto the next, whereas a woman’s is more like a plate of spaghetti where each noodle criss-crosses with the other noodles and maneuvers itself all over the plate. While it looks like a mangled mess, it is in fact, cohesive and intricate.
Despite having that helpful image to understand each other better, it was shocking to my hubby when he read that many women said they “thought their thought lives were almost like busy computers with multiple windows open and running all at once, unwanted pop-ups intruding all the time, and little ability to close out or ignore any of that mental or emotional activity until a more convenient time.” He was even more overwhelmed when he read a specific conversational illustration the authors provided to prove such a point. After asking, “Okay, hon, what is in your brain right now?”, she proceeded to list off at least eight different things that she was mulling over at that very moment. Like the author’s sudden realization, Matt finally came to grasp how my female ability to multitask both thoughts and emotions impacts how I relate to him every single day. He was baffled that I thought like that, which came to a huge surprise to me because, well, isn’t that the first thing guys should know about girls? <grin> For being married nearly seven years, he surely circumnavigated through that very well without giving me any indication that he knew otherwise.
So I thought I’d give my hubby (and you, dear Internet peeps), a peek into my thoughts and emotions yesterday morning (yesterday, because that’s when I started this post) that ran all over the place. I’ll save you the grief of too many details though. So within a course of a few minutes, this was the rollercoaster ride:
- How is it that a girl from Texas has more winter clothes than summer ones? My closet is no indication of our locale. Thanks for the wonderful and unusually long Fall, Lord, but please bring on the 50-60 degree temp so I can wear clothes I love, clothes that “cover a multitude of sins”, as Jill wittingly says.
- I want to blog so badly. But what do I blog about? I’m in a big-time rut.
- Stellan, Stellan, Stellan*. Jesus, please carry Stellan through today. Bring him through surgery successfully, safely. After being land blasted by friend after friend battling the clinching jaws of death through cancer, and aching for other friends going through so much, it would sure be nice to have a sweet victory here, Lord.
- How can I get Brennan to better understand “no touch”? He keeps going after those awful outlets.
- Gotta make Matt’s lunch. Everyone’s eaten breakfast but me, and I’m hungry. Matt’s lunch first though, he’s leaving soon.
- Should I go to Sprouts and then the Target on Louis Henna, or should I go to the Super Target on 1431 to nail two birds with one stone? The latter, because then we might be able to hit Hobby Lobby on our way home.
- Stellan. Stellan. Stellan. I gotta check Twitter to see if there are any updates.
- Brennan needs a haircut. Should I try to do it on my own?**
- Why haven’t I packed yet? We’re visiting Pops and Meems in just a couple of days, why didn’t I start to lay out clothes earlier?
- Thanksgiving is just two weeks away. THANKSGIVING IS JUST TWO WEEKS AWAY!!???
- Do I have a cold or a sinus infection? I don’t want to go to the doctor again, so please just let it go away. I’m really complaining about a measly little sickness? Get a grip. I have so much to be thankful for and our health is a huge one!
- What do I need to do before we leave town? Water plants. Laundry. Pack. Grocery shopping. Blog. Will I be able to blog?
- Matt and I need help and wisdom in how to be on the same page with teaching Brennan. How are we going to do this parenting thing together well?
- Brennan’s first birthday is just two months away. That girl whose pictures I just saw of her son’s first birthday looked awesome and so creative. How can I do that? Do I want to do that? How can I make it simple and special? I wonder what so-and-so did for her son’s first birthday. I’d wanna do it like she did.
- I need to start sacrificing sleep to get things done. There’s too much to do.
- I hope Brennan takes good naps today.***
- Stellan. Stellan. Stellan. Jesus, please!
- Gotta cancel Molly’s reservations at Dog Boy's. Don’t forget to email so-and-so about a package delivery.
- Does the post office have a postage meter or can you only buy stamps?****
- Does my shirt go with my pants? What will I look like to other people if we go out? Makeup day or no makeup day? Itty bitty makeup day it is.
- What bagel do I want this morning? Hmmm, breakfast. I’m hungry.
Suffice it to say, I could go on. And on and on. But I think hubby will get the picture, don’t you think? Only God in His wisdom could have designed a woman’s mind and emotions to work the way they do. And thank God that He gives us the peace and wisdom we need because goodness, He sure knows we need it!
* I’m sure most of you all know about Stellan, but if you don’t you absolutely must read this. If you need to be encouraged to see the power of prayer like I have been lately, you really must catch up on baby Stellan. It indeed is a miracle I hope to remember the rest of my life, and to God be the glory!
**Today I tried to trim Brennan’s hair on my own, and it was the biggest mistake ever. I was in tears. It messed up our morning entirely until we asked Matt if we could stop by for a pick-me-up and visit him at work. I butchered my son’s precious golden locks, taking a chunk of hair next to his ear. His bangs are cut above his hair line, all crooked, and it just looks horrible! He just laughed and has no idea, but I know! Big mistake. Big! Huge!
***That “today” was yesterday, and no, good naps were not to be had. I’ll blame it on the 6th tooth that popped out…that makes 3 in the last week and a half!
****The post office only offers stamps, no meter. And the guy who helped me laughed at me saying, “You’re out of breath?” when I walked in, having not seen the 25 pound baby/carrier I just lugged inside with a box of letters. Clearly, I need to lift weights more regularly.