Moving Memories

At some point soon I will be repainting the girl's bedroom before we move. It's inevitable. The walls look like I've been holding prisoners marking off their days on the wall. I'm not kidding. This won't be my first rodeo. I am totally considering opening a moving, painting and pest control business. It seems to be what God has been grooming me for these past few years. As I prepare for my latest painting adventure (that I am praying is not adventurous) I thought I would share a moving memory with you. Moving, like packing moving, not emotionally moving. Well, it probably will be....for me.

*Congratulations to those Montrosians who made it on this list. I have no idea what the list is for, but I'm offended I'm number 3 nonetheless. Oh well, maybe I'll be number one next year. Or maybe my daughter will FINALLY learn to stop writing on the wall. Let's hope so....

Crayons On The Wall

July 19, 2006

So, if anybody reads these blogs of mine you know I'm moving soon. 17 days according to my little counter thing on my profile which I am sooo glad I put there to just add a lttle extra stress as I watch it click off numbers faster than I can blink. And I look at it a lot because since we decided to move I'm on the computer more than I've been all other years of my life combined. Why? Because it's all I can do to feel in control. I check the online classifieds for jobs and houses like it's nobody's business. I check the MLS at least 15 times a day waiting for my dream house to arrive or to obsess over the one I have picked out for the week. I'm exhausted. I don't know if I've ever been so tired in all my life.

Since I've been so tired, I wanted to lay down the other day, but of course my bed was covered with boxes and piles of stuff we should've gotten rid of 5 years ago. So, I laid down on Sarah's bed. Of course I do have two kids under the age of 4 so I don't really get to close my eyes and sleep, I just lay there until I hear screaming or something breaking. As I was laying there I found myself staring at the wall which is now competely covered in wall art courtesy of Sarah Beth. She's "a artist like daddy" she tells me proudly. At first I felt totally annoyed that we are going to have to repaint her room before we move. Then I started thinking about how mad I would get everytime she would add a new drawing. (Yes, she's been artsy several times). Lots of spankings, time-outs and talking to's have happened over that artwork. Then, I started crying. My friend A.J. said that his first thought upon meeting was that I was emotional. I told him I'm a lot better now and I had gotten better, but lately I'm very emotional again.

Looking at her artwork I could see where she had gotten better. I could actually tell the difference between the initial scribbles and the later drawings with purpose. It made me realize how much Sarah has grown and changed since we moved into this house 3 years ago. She had just started walking and was still sleeping in her crib. This was the house where we took away her bottle and her pacifier. This is the house where she was potty trained. Lots of changes. Now, she just turned 4 and she gets on to me for talking with my mouth full. She also plans our social calendar and says, "Isn't that a great idea?" When she grows up she wants to be a doctor, a cowboy, and a ballerina. I think she has the energy to do it all.

Well, now that I've reminisced about all of Sarah's changes it still ticks me off that we have to repaint. But I'm also glad for the memories of crayons on the wall.