As I was watching my Roomba make it’s away around my office, (can you tell how motivated I am to work?) I realized that, metaphorically, being a Roomba and a parent are almost the same thing.
The Roomba is meant to make it’s way through your home and suck and sweep up any dust, hair, or dirt that is on your floor. Well, this could be compared to parenting because we too make our way through the home sucking up the same thing, but we also do this in life. All that dust, hair, and dirt are the challenges we face as parents. Most of it is gross and we don’t want to deal with it, but it continues to pile up.
When the Roomba runs into a wall or a piece of furniture, it will turn in a different direction. My Roomba often gets stuck in the same room or a corner because it keeps turning in circles. Hello! What parent hasn’t experienced that? As soon as you think you’ve got this parenting thing figured out, you run into a wall. Sometimes you make the right decision and you’re on your way again, but a lot of the times you find yourself running into the same wall over and over again or backing yourself into a corner. And when things get really bad, you may just bang your head against the wall purposefully.
We have one of the first Roombas that was made and the battery in ours doesn’t hold out as long. When it is out of juice, it makes this noise that sounds like a character dying on a video game (like Super Mario). It’s quite hilarious because I often hear the same sound in my head after an exhausting week when I face plant into the couch.
The upside to all of this is that the Roomba has a handle on the top, which allows you to pick it up and move it to a different room or to put it back on the charger. I think we all have those friends and family members who are willing to pick us back up and help us recharge.
How horrible would it be if I used the family photos from last year’s Christmas cards for this year’s?
I was looking through all of our recent photos so I could start creating a card for this year and I realized that we do not have a “good” family photo from this past year. The only ones that I could even consider using are either from Halloween or one where Lincoln is half naked. I don’t think either one of those would go over well with my mom.
Thankfully we don’t have any pictures that are this bad.
It makes me wonder how it is even possible for us to not have at least one decent photo we could sho off to family and friends. When I think back to everything that we have done in the past year, we’ve had ample opportunities to get in a few, but it somehow slipped my husband’s and my mind to get anyone to snap a quick pic. But then this poses the question of whether or not this is a bad thing.
Could it be that we were all just having too much fun to stop and take a photo? I definitely believe in experiencing something with my eyes rather than through a camera lens, but it is also nice to be able to go back and look at photos in order to remember all the fun times.
I vow to make a conscience effort to get at least one family photo at every event.
FYI: I was never a Girl Scout
For the time being, should you receive a Christmas card from the Erickson family, please do not be appalled or offended if you see a half naked little boy or a Halloween photo next to your “Merry Christmas!” greeting.
This tragedy has affected so many people and it’s heartwarming to see the amount of help they have received.
My family was fortunate. Although the water in our neighborhood got higher than I ever saw, none of us received any water in our homes. We are helping those who were not so fortunate now.
As I scroll through Facebook to see who needs help where, what supplies are needed, where we can take food, or volunteer, I am seeing so many different websites and locations that I wanted to try and compile them to make it easier for those of you who do want to help.
Monetary Donations: Before you donate any money, please make sure it is legitimate. Be very wary of all of the GoFundMe pages, too. Unfortunately, there are people out there trying to make a buck off of others’ pain and suffering and there is a special place in Hell for them. Here is a list of a few places to donate money.
Other Donations: These are pages/places for clothing, food, household items, etc.
I know there are a ton of places I didn’t list, so please feel free to do so in the comments or let me know an I will add it.
Even though the rain has stopped, the water and flooding have not. The clean up process is going to be long and arduous so we need to help people stay positive by staying positive ourselves. If you plan on donating clothing, please be mindful of what you take. Don’t use this as a chance to clean out your closet and take a bunch of winter boots and coats – it’s still summer here in Texas.
As I type, there are a million different things running through my mind, and many of them are giving me a headache.
I’m a pretty organized person. I have two separate planners – one for my work life and one for my personal life. Lately, I have been stressing over both of them. So much so that my desk and work space resemble the beginnings of what will end up on Hoarders.
I feel like there is so much going on that I don’t have time to take a breath, and when I do, I feel guilty because I know there is something else I should be doing.
In the mornings, I sit down and take a look at what I have coming up for the day and then the week. Then, I decide what I need to do first, and today is everything. That makes me freak out because I know that not everything can be done at the same time, but everything is equally as important (in my mind anyway). It can make me crazy.
Of course this isn’t the first time I have felt this way, and it won’t be the last (because what’s the fun in that?). This is when I have to remind myself to stop, take a breath, and remember that everything doesn’t include work, appointments, emails, swim practice, exercise, etc. Everything is my son. Everything is my husband. Everything is this day that I have been given.
The everything that needs to come first isn’t in any calendar, it’s in my heart.