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Peach State says: Living With Thing 1 and Thing 2…Squared!


My invisibility cloak is in the shop for repairs…So there is no way I can disappear much less turn off of the pot-hole-ridden road of life! The craziness is multiplying by leaps and bounds and seems to revolve around the youngest member of the family.

Living With Thing 1 And Thing 2…Squared!

The child just does not accept the fact that there are other people living in this house who have timelines not tied to his schedule. So…to bring attention to the situation he tries to manipulate us with his unique-unbridled-ridiculous-insulting-unhelpful-interruptions. Sometimes it is just a hate filled look or a not-so-sudden attack of deafness. “Poor child is also suffering from Early Onset Alzheimer’s…well not really! The path of this twisted twisting cyclone of destruction tries to radiate into all aspects of our little family.

Amazingly this same child receives praises from neighbors/ friends who are around him. He recently stayed with a friend across the street for about 6 hours. She told me of his helpfulness and manners…”I have to admit I was thrilled to hear this!”

Isn’t this always the way…kids are, for the most part, better away from home.

“Phew!” I am so relieved to know he is not deaf! So on top of all of this dramatic roller-coaster with my new teenager I have my “Precious Princess” and her ACL struggles. Now, she weighs about 39 pounds and has to be picked up and carried up and down all of the stairs. I thought my youngest could help…he almost dropped her and I swept in…”That was close!”

My house is at least clean on the main floor now that I am trapped on the main floor. Laundry is all caught up and folded…and stacked waiting to go upstairs when she finally falls asleep. We have solved the problem of medicating her…”I am so glad she likes pie!” The crust has close to the same texture as the pills which means no more scratched or bitten hands…

As for the house work…I am a bit tired and slightly hurting from the picking up and carrying of my “Precious Princess” and wish I had a Fairy God Mother to sweep in and make it all better…whenever I called.

Okay…minions would work!

Ding goes the bell…and then another cup of coffee! No amount of coffee seems to help…
“Did someone switch my coffee to decaf?”. I am watching!

“May your cup runneth over with joy, love and laughter oh, and really fabulous coffee!”

Peach State


Peach State says: Always Be Prepared!

The silliness of the Dr. Seuss “Swiss” Knife faded after first glance. Reality of the multi-purpose extensions and their uses popped into view as a delightful explanation began to almost explode in my my brain. The humor of the tools, brought to mind in the whimsical picture, brought a smile to my face as I began to see myself as the Swiss Knife and my arms as the extensions.

There are days when everything goes right,
You go to bed and sleep at night.
But there are days when nothing is right,
Chaos galore…it’s such a sight!

On the days both good and bad,
Many things happen of this I am aware.
I hold my head up…try not to get mad,
My confidence building..Always Be Prepared!

A Plunger in one hand,
A Spatula in the other.
Life in our family band,
Someone is always calling “Mother”.

Loose screws, bolts and lugs,
I am ready for what may come.
Overflowing toilets and flying bugs.
With creative solutions…amazing for some!

Refereeing and keeping the peace,
When tempers start to balloon.
I simply pull out my special piece,
The one in the drawer..they call it a spoon!

Added features for wiping the tears,
Hold it together with tape for the duct.
A helping hand and listening ears,
Together we will maneuver the muck!

The young ones are now older
And help others…I’m glad.
They’ve become great extensions
Of mom and of dad!

The tricks to get through
The toughest of days,
They can now move
Through life’s chaotic maze.

There are days when everything goes right,
You go to bed and sleep at night.
But there are days when nothing is right,
Chaos galore…it’s such a sight!

On the days both good and bad,
Many things happen…your heart may tear
Just hold your head up…try not to get mad
Your confidence building..Always Be Prepared!

This was inspired when I saw the picture above. The arms of a mother are often varied in reach and in job. We are wiping noses and giving medicine while doing homework with and cooking dinner with another. You may think so this concept as silly…but it is true. Mothers multitask without knowing it…it is second nature! We find solutions to life’s interruptions while trying to maintain a calm existence. When we adopted our youngest the older boys were well on their way to helping others. He did not understand how they could help much less why! If it is broken he thought it was thrown away. We have been trying to teach him some things can be fixed. Storms would down trees and cause damage…the boys were there helping make repairs. Carpentry..tiling…most home installations have been performed by my husband and the boys if not just the boys. “I hope they leave me their number when they move out…I need a cheap repairman!”

If things don’t work right…I am always there with suggestions and how-to advice. This knowledge comes from growing up doing household renovations with my dad. I started off holding the directions for my dad…then learned to read them so he could focus on the task. We installed windows along the back of the house as a family…”It was interesting at first but then we got the hang of it.” We have to be flexible…in time, need and importance. The teaching or passing down of this knowledge is essential and becoming a lost art. The skills I learned from my parents I have been passing down to my sons. My husband has taught them to work on cars…so brakes and alternator repairs are easy repairs for them. They know how to shop wisely and often look for the best deal for the money. The years ahead will be filled with trials and financial difficulties. As parents we must prepare our children so that they can function and succeed in the years ahead of them.

The boys saw their list of chores as punishments and ridiculous waste of time when they were younger. They have started seeing how the simple concepts have prepared them to function as adults. “I was beginning to worry!” The independent spirit of “Do-It-Yourself” has grabbed hold of my the three oldest. One is a Watch Repairman and works full time…another is a Landscaper and Handyman which keeps him relatively busy. My oldest…he is learning to stand on his own…remembering all we taught him and finally using this knowledge. They each have special abilities and strengths that will be needed.

Consider for a moment the historical concept of community. You had certain people you went to for a particular need. Blacksmiths for shoeing a horse…seamstress for the making of clothes…butcher for meat…etc… The ability to lay tile and flooring, take down a wall or build a wall, design a yard and maintain a yard, take apart and repair a watch, build and rebuild computers…these are just a few of the abilities my sons have learned and boy…has it come in handy! The Swiss Army Knife has many different uses in one handy package. It is ready to help and assist at the drop of the hat. Simply pull out the extension and proceed with your job. The boys usually had their knives with them…”Close your mouth…they are slightly redneck southern boys!” If something needed cut or resized…”Here Mom..I got it!” they became one of my extensions in my Swiss Army Knife.

We all have strengths and weaknesses…you just need to know who to call for their strength when you are weak. Be Prepared in the little things and the larger, out of control situations will be controllable. Basic skills are the foundation! The ability to do more than one thing at a time gives you eyes to see a bigger and brighter picture. We must learn to Always Be Prepared!

I apologize for any bragging or self-absorbed speeches. I just found myself caught up in the swirl surrounding the concept of the Swiss Army Knife and felt like every device was being pulled out to use at the same time. “Kinda reminds me of the hectic pace in our family!”

I hope you read this and find something you can take away with you…even if it is just a smile or two!
Have a great day!

Peach State

Peach State says: Relive their Childhood..It Can be Fun!

I need this shirt! Embarrassing my Children: Just one more service I offer!

“Really Mom!” “Not in front of the other kids!” “Just drop me here!” We have heard these statements before. They rise up from the depths of fear and hit us smack between the eyes. Our sweet little angels no longer need the last-minute love and advice from Mom and Dad. But….Now that they are older….We can retaliate and do what we do best. Embarrass the heck out of them just for fun!

The wonderful opportunity to totally humiliate them, in a loving way of course, and remind them the “We brought them into this world and We can take them out!” I don’t know how many times I heard that while I was living with my parents. The stories and tales of a child’s actions and decisions will hold many in their seat. The pictures are laid out and strewn to provide the viewer optimal visibility. “This is when the Goat licked him right in his face!….and this is when he got stuck in the rails of the stairway!…He wanted to help me cook and dropped the flour container.” Let’s not forget the girlfriend pictures on the phone. We show everyone….and then we see their pictures. It is a parent’s right to pursue this natural, God-given, form of bragging. After all, we are bragging on them…even if they don’t see it that way.

We sing them the songs they loved to sing, as a child, and they fuss and beg you to stop. “I’ll go up stairs”, “I’m outta here!” are familiar phrases spoken by the almost men in my house. What they don’t realize is the joy we, as parents, receive from seeing the sparkle of light in their eyes as they flash on the memory. “They need to be reminded as much as we do!” We stir the embers of memories and find that they still hold stories of their own. They share what they remember and we add what they have forgotten. “I can remember what I did as a small child because of similar “Memory Sessions” with my parents.” There is nothing wrong with this…They will enjoy “Reliving their Childhood” too as they begin making their own memories.

Grandparents cling to their children’s memories and to the new ones being made with their grandchildren. My dad calls the stories of my sons “isms”. They are specific and funny. My second son recently returned from a 2 week visit with my parents. He recalled a fact trying to show me he knew something I did not know. “Did you know that the uncle, I am named for, used to live in Piper, Alabama?” “Yes I did, I wrote a paper about that very topic in High School.” “I received and A and my teacher quoted me as a source for her Master’s Thesis.” Mom 2 points…son 1. I talked with him about Piper and filled in the gaps in this part of his history.

Parents start out reading Dr. Seuss and end telling the family history to the next generation. Historians and Bards of sorts! This is not a new twist to parenthood. This is just the way it is! Parents have been doing this very task to preserve the family name and history. The stories are passed down through the generations, sometimes as fishing tales, changing to capture the hook in a child’s mind. “Did I tell you about when?…”Do you remember the story about?”…and my favorite “When I was your age!”

Relive their Childhood..It Can be Fun!” Maybe we do it out of necessity…not wanting to forget how much they needed us. The tender little bundle of joy, gazing up at us with love and happiness, is almost grown and no longer shows absolute love in a simple expression. “Boy, do I miss that little face!” But there is a spark of love in their look of fear when the pictures come out. The beaming spirit reveals itself in quick disputes….”No mom..not the baby pictures!” They are proud, on the inside, when we bring the monuments to their childhood out and parade them proudly to those in the room. These are people who are important to them and they need to know exactly what they are getting in to being associated with our sons. “Did that sound sarcastic?”

We, as parents, do enjoy “Reliving their Childhood“. We need to make all the sentimental connections we can…because we LOVE them and need to remind them in ways other that verbal. But no one said we could not have FUN while we do it! So..pull out the baby pictures and the stories…make some snackies for them…and “Relive their Childhood..It Can be Fun!

Peach State