I’m up at 5 a.m., and I stumble to the coffee pot to prepare my morning fuel.
As the house fills with smells of coffee, I gather up my media, which includes an iPad with a keyboard, a journal, one or two books, and my Bible, and I carry them to the back deck.
I start with God. I love my Tony Evans app, Joyce Meyers videos, as well as a book by Sarah Mae that is *trying* to teach me to have a “Martha Home the Mary Way”, which is basically a God-approach to keeping a tidy house beginning with the soul.
Because let’s be honest. Only God is powerful enough to help me keep this house tidy.
My time in solitude is limited, however. Not that I’m complaining. Because the end of solitude marks the beginning of pure entertainment by two small people with their father’s personality.
It usually starts with a pee-competition in which the Entertainers urinate off the deck. Because, boys.
Next comes their chosen form of invasion. It always involves food of somekind, probably chocolate milk with muffins or Pop Tarts. This could be in combination with Legos.
Or it may involve saucer chairs and stuffed animals.
It ALWAYS involves a hug first thing. So far, age 8 is not too big to give Mom sweet, warm hugs first thing in the morning. I hope that lasts for many more years. We talk. We imagine. We ask questions. We laugh. They turn their noses up at my coffee. I turn my nose up at their fumes. We enjoy the sun rising higher.
And then the day begins.
This time will pass quickly. I know this. Which is why invasions are welcome…
… particularly invasions by two small people with their father’s personality.
You know what I’m talking about. It’s the present-in-the-flesh-but-absent-in-the-brain moment where you completely zone out as the chaos builds around you.
Like when your kid is sliding down the back of the tub into the water, creating his personal Niagra Falls right over the edge. You don’t even notice the small ocean covering the tiles and soaking into the bedroom carpet because your brain is at an ACTUAL ocean and you’re caught up in the ACTUAL waves, toes in the sand, sun warming the skin.
Or when you’re cooking an elaborate, delicious, and mostly nutritious dinner (totally pretending to be an award-winning celebrity chef), and have no clue that your boys are having a pee contest off the back deck to see whose stream can reach the farthest.
Or when you’re kicking butt at your workout in your office (totally pretending to be a ninja just getting warmed up) and are oblivious to the giggles while your precious children are turning all the books around backward on the shelf.
Or when you’re enjoying a book in peace and quiet, when … wait … it’s too quiet … I better go check on the … And suddenly a naked boy goes streaking through the room, laughing hysterically.
Or when you’re lost in the lyrical and poetic paragraphs that you’re writing in your journal (totally pretending to be an award-winning novelist), completely unaware of the trail of flour that leads from the pantry to the living room, where a flour-covered couch and toddler can be found.
Or when you’re rummaging through the refrigerator looking for coffee creamer and have no idea your three-year-old is spooning oatmeal into your full, steaming mug.
Call it whatever you want. Mom-brain. Brain-cation. But we’re all well-acquainted with it, and it’s a normal element of parenthood. It’s the making of memories that’ll end up being your favorite. Don’t let it make you feel like a failure.
I love blogging. LOVE IT. But I’ve gotten caught up in the “write what people want to hear” and “post what drives traffic”, because while researching what makes a GOOD blog, the experts say I need to do all these things.
So I did all the things … And you know what happened?? I lost my love for blogging. So the posts came to a screeching halt.
BUT, I’m ready to make a fresh start and blog the way I love to blog … like I’m talking with a friend (because to me, all my readers ARE MY FRIENDS and I love every one of you).
So, I’m breaking all the rules. Al the blog rules, anyway. This means you’ll be hearing a lot more from me. And this means it’ll be more real, more raw, and more … Well … Humorous than ever. Because, let’s be honest, every day Life is HYSTERICALLY funny. (Also … My system kept automatically capitalizing the word “Life”, so Imma leave it, because Life is worth capitalizing 🤗).
Coming soon are a few REAL things, like what I’m doing to lose these last stubborn 15 pounds, the time I sat on a scorpion last week, and what my cat has been up to (if you wonder why you should CARE about what my cat’s been up to, check out the past posts called Cat Chronicles. You won’t regret it.)
Also … I HAVE A PODCAST!!! It’s bite-sized nuggets of Biblical wisdom for kids of all ages, with episodes 8 minutes or less, where we live deep into Scripture with meaty substance you can really chew on for a while. My 8 year old and 5 year old boys are featured, and I have SO MANY fun things planned for it. Check it out on my home page where each episode will be available in the embedded player, OR you can click the player and be dropped right onto the podcast site, OR you can find it on your favorite podcast apps by searching The Simple Word.
There was no amount of caffeine to get me going. My energy had apparently packed its energetic little bags and went on vacation.
The boys went back and forth from playing to fighting to playing again. I bounced back and forth from referee to robotic caretaker. Make breakfasts. Make lunches. Oh, I also need breakfast… But coffee first.
Even the animals were high maintenance. The cat wanted out, then back in, then out. Then bumped against my ankles and meowed for who knows what. I petted her. She seemed satisfied. The dog turned his nose up at his food, then pouted because his doggie bed was rumpled.
Dropping the oldest son off at school, we held good conversation about the week so far, what this afternoon will look like, what he looked forward to today, what he was proud of.
On the way home, I yawed a dozen times. It was time to play with the youngest son before he reported to preschool.
We played Pop the Pig (a super cute game that everyone with kids should own!) and two games of checkers. I ignored the dirty dishes in the sink and played along with Caleb’s request to get dressed for school “all by myself”.
And he did.
He ran out of his room, arms outstretched, and a grin of pride spread across his face. Nothing was inside out. Nothing was backward. His shoes were on the right feet.
I let out a cheer, and applauded him. He raced to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, making me stay outside the door. He even wet and combed his hair before asking me to help with the stubborn cowlick in the back.
“I’m a big boy like Wesley now!” he said, shrugging into his backpack instead of whining and asking me to carry it for him. On the way to school, we called Daddy on speaker phone so that he could tell him all about being a big boy. Daddy laughed and said he was proud.
From the rearview, Caleb beamed.
As we turned into the long drive that leads to his school, we kept to routine. I twisted my arm back and unbuckled him, and he climbed into the front seat. He rolled the window down and stuck his head out.
I couldn’t hold back the yawn.
Caleb suddenly shouted, “Woo Hoo! I’m a big boy now! This is the best! Day! Ever!”
Then I awoke.
I saw everything at once. The brown of his hair, the shimmer of red tones in just the right angle of sunlight, the way the strands blew back in the wind.
His blast of enthusiasm hit me like a wave and lit up every cell within me with color and life.
He turned to me. “Look mom! My mouth is all dry! The air dried it out!”
I laughed. And laughed.
And wanted to cry.
We’ve turned a corner. My children are no longer small. The growth rate of these little guys astounds me. And it’s only getting faster.
I noticed how long his legs had gotten. And how small his t-shirt seemed to be. It was fairly new. It would have to be donated soon.
We parked at the curb where the teachers met him at the door.
“Guess what?” He said to the teacher. “I’m a big boy now! I put my shirt on by myself. I put my shorts on by myself. I put my socks on by myself, one at a time…”
As she led him away, listening attentively, he continued to describe his morning.
His backpack, which seemed far too big for him a month ago, was fitting perfectly.
“Slow down,” I whispered as I drove away, wiping away tears and unable to hide my smile of pride. “Please, just slow down.”
There are a million and a half reasons why a person may be feeling down. Or agitated. Or frustrated. You could have stepped on a Lego the first moment your feet hit the floor in the morning. Someone could have hurt your feelings. More seriously, you could have received some terrible news.
Human emotions are complex and mysterious, affected by anything from outside influences, to brain chemistry, to gut health, and even sleep.
Fortunately, positive mood boosts can be quick and simple, and can have a lasting affect on the rest of your day.
Do something nice for someone else.
When you focus on someone else for a few moments, long enough to come up with something nice to do for them, you get outside your own head and refocus your thoughts onto another person’s needs. Bringing them a moment of joy can be contagious. A word of encouragement, a compliment, a cup of coffee, or even a small gift will go a long way to make someone else’s day. After all, you never know how much that person may have needed that small bit of encouragement.
2. Let there be light.
In a study on depression, more than half the participants reported a significantly better mood and better sleep after three weeks of bright-light therapy. Each participant were simply exposed to an hour of bright indoor light each day, with findings showing its effectiveness rivaling that of antidepressants. This can be especially helpful for people who suffer from seasonal depression. This effect is much more powerful after spending at least 30 minutes per day in sunshine, which can provide your daily vitamin D needs and reduce blood pressure.
3. Write it down.
Keeping a journal has many benefits, especially when you use it to list out things that went well that day. Gratitude journals, for this reason, have become wildly popular. It allows you to focus on the positive, and see a few good things you accomplished. If you make a goal to list at least three good things from the day, you’ll likely find yourself listing five, or even ten. For the stay-at-home mom who gets overwhelmed with housework and all the things she didn’t accomplish, this is a significant mood booster.
4. Pet a dog.
I’m not even joking. According to Health.com, petting a dog for 15 minutes releases serotonin, prolactin, and oxytocin, known as the feel-good hormones. I know this to be true when I am running in my neighborhood full of hills. When I feel my energy and motivation start to dwindle, I take a detour to the nearest house with a dog who I know will greet me at the curb. Stopping for a minute or two to catch my breath and pet their sweet puppy heads makes my energy and motivation suddenly rocket. Try to pet a dog without smiling. Go ahead. I dare you. (This includes cats, too.)
5. Stretch your creative muscles.
I truly believe that every single person is creative in their own way. My husband is creative in the kitchen and while woodworking, even though he says he isn’t the “creative type”. I’m a writer who adores creative wordplay (my husband calls me the “artsy fartsy type”). God is the most gifted Creator who made our entire universe from literal scratch. No matter your personality type or interests, you are creative. This includes gardening, jewelry making, scrapbooking, upcycling clothes, reorganizing your closet (seriously, people are so incredibly creative the way a single outfit can be assembled – I do not possess this gift). If nothing else, sing! Put on some music and break out into a dance. Who cares if anyone is listening or watching? Go for it, and reap the mood-boosting (or sassy) rewards.
6. Get out of the house.
Getting out of the house often is a major mood-lifter. Trust me. I love being at home, but depression sets in more frequently and deeply when I don’t go anywhere (carline in your pj’s doesn’t count). Now that school is out, I’ve made a commitment to go somewhere every single day. My sons fight less, and I somehow feel more free. I’ve joined the Y, braved shopping with my kids, gone to the zoo, visited the McWane Center, visited friends. We’ve scoured thrift stores and browsed farmer’s markets. My house is a mess right now, but hey, we’re happy.
7. Visit a friend.
According to Reader’s Digest, a British study of 86 depressed women showed the benefits of spending at least one hour per week with a friend. In the study, 65% of the women felt much better after being with a friend. This is true for both introverts and extroverts (so, no excuses, introverts!). I can attest to this personally (as an introvert, myself). I’ve noticed a marked boost to my overall mood when I’ve been with a close friend. There’s magic in relationships.
8. Grab a cup of coffee.
There’s also magic in coffee – but you knew this already, right? Edward J. Cumella, PhD, licensed psychologist and director of research and education for the Remuda Ranch Treatment Centers in Wickenburg, Arizona, swears that caffeine consumed in moderation decreases the risk of depression by more than 50%. Plus, there is a special kind of joy that comes with choosing which flavored creamer you’ll use that day, right? Oh, yes.
9. Diet and exercise.
Ugh. Of course this would have to be included on the list. But its true. Unhealthy foods encourage “leaky gut”, which is defined by HealthyWomen.org as a condition in which toxic waste products and bacteria leak through the intestines and flood the blood stream, causing anything from inflammation, allergic reactions, migraines, irritable bowel, eczema, chronic fatigue, rheumatoid arthritis, hormone imbalances, and a weakened immune system. Exercise will release tons of feel-good hormones, and help you maintain good posture, muscle tone, and heart health. So go ahead and sign up for that Zumba class. You might even enjoy it.
God is your creator, the ultimate Free Spirit. He knows your physical, mental and emotional design more intimately than most give Him credit for. He knows exactly how you function, your habits, and your needs. When you dive into the scripture and meditate on His power, it reminds us that this life is not, in fact, about us at all. Focus on His never ending patience and love for you, and the fact that He’ll never give up on you. It’s okay to pray away the blues – you might just discover that it is the single most powerful way to get rid of negative moods.