>We break can openers. To be exact we have broken 6 can openers, to be fair the first one lived for 10 years. Someone gave us one, it stunk (probably why she gave it to us), we broke the next 4, all inside of the last few months. If your still with me, if you are actually continuing the reading of this rant, hang with me it gets better. Two, yes two of these were broken by the one and only super girl Maggie. She is a wee one, not quite 40lbs at the ripe old age of 7. Apparently, SuperGirl doesn’t know her on strength, so upon having “sneaking” a can of fruit cocktail in the case of the most recent breakage, the can opener just broke under her raw strength. The other remaining can openers (2 if you are keeping count) just broke mysteriously, no one knows they were just found broken and not of use.
Have Donnie and I really procreated such super humans that we can’t keep can openers alive (at least the handheld type) or manage to get one that our children’s nimble hands can manage if it is electric OR and this is the big question Do can openers in the 21st century fail to meet the standards of a growing family. This is my point, and yes I do have a point.
Nothing, or at least close to nothing is made new in this generation that is expected to live the posted, warrantied, labeled life span in a home that involves anything more than 2 children and at least one adult who stays home all day using the things that the family has purchased. I understand we are a rarity to most. A large family, with 6 kids, a stay at home mom that uses her appliances ALL of them, ALL day.( I actually know many families like this). A family that opens and closes all the doors at least 10 times a day(including the fridge door), the computer is constantly being used for school, email, bill paying or ranting in this case. The knobs on the sink are turned to wash 8 sets of teeth 2 or 3 times a day (16-24 times), wash hands at least 4 times a day (32 times a day) wash dishes to dern many times a day, and to rinse rags and mops at least 10 times a day. The kitchen trash lid is opened at least 25 times a day and lets not even talk about how many times a day the furniture in the dining room, school room, and living room are flopped on or the floors we all walk on. Door knobs that are always being turned to go pee, lay on a bed (don’t get me started on mistresses), door knobs to closets that are shared by multiple people most under 5 feet tall. Follow me here, if this is the case then what the heck did families do 30 years ago when large families were still not rare and finally, how the heck am I supposed to keep us with the junk that is mass produced staying in good working order for a family that is in strong, vibrant, living, learning working order. This is my rant and now I am done. I need things to stay in good working order.
>Walking in Circles
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I am pondering, everything happens for a reason.
We hear that….often, especially when something bad happens, it is hard to believe
at the moment….my moments today bare that out, however. I won’t go into details, but my life in many ways has come full circle. I am sure I will go in many more circles (doesn’t that sound nice), but today I am pleased to announce PEACE. Laying in bed this morning with anywhere form 1-4 of our 6 children at various points, next to my sweet donnie, watching random television shows, and eating chocolate covered raisins I concluded that this must mean to have ‘arrived’. We are not wealthy in the American sense, but around the world we would be considered downright rolling in the dough. We live in a modest home, have 2 cars and 3 televisions. We own a Wii, 2 Ipods, a laptop and a set of golf clubs. We eat soup (see previous recipe) and cabbage and potatoes when money gets tight or if we want to travel and choose that instead. We have 6 great kids and no they aren’t all healthy and brilliant, but they are all loved and mostly happy. This is the actual American dream….living week to week, trying to put a little money back, yelling about dishes ( a reminder that we aren’t hungry), teaching kids to read and laughing while we cry. Today laying in that bed I realized that so many of the things I was uncomfortable with even un happy with in another season of my life, today I am thrilled to pieces over. Embracing, hoping for seconds. The circumstances aren’t as important as the lessons, pain, does cause contentment if and when I have allowed my self to embrace it, breathe it and take accountability for it and……..move on. No fireworks, no announcements, just moving on. A new season a different struggle, walking in circles. I wonder how is the circumference of this circle going to change me and where will the travels take me this season, how long does it last and will I remember where I started?
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