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Bad hair cut solution

Got a haircut…hated it…

Found a solution

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You’re distracted from the Hair…Right

 

 

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Clutter

Any other parents out there struggle with the clutter that seems unending with children in the house?   Here’s a poem I wrote today as my own, personal clutter therapy…hope you like and if you like, Please share!

 

Clutter

Wrappers and packaging left there from snacks

Pieces from games, I see dice and some jacks

Crayons and markers and brushes with paint

I’d like to sit here, but I tell you I caint

Electrical gadgets and battery stuff

Animals losing a bit of their fluff

Papers and pencils and projects and chalk

Things you collected while taking a walk

Shoes in the corner, toys on the floor

Clothes in a pile, can’t take it no more

I ask you to clean it, but that does no good

I offer rewards and I tell you you should

I push things aside and wade through the piles

I grumble and fuss and we have less smiles

 

I know you’re a child and I was one too

I know there are things you would much rather do

And that is the same with you and with me

I’d much rather be sitting up high in a tree

Than cleaning the clutter and cleaning the mess

Or harping on you and causing us stress

 

Then I think of the days when I’ll have it my way

When you kids will be grown up and all moved away

My house will be clean and my house will be quiet

 

And I’ll want some mess

I’ll want noise

I’ll want you

 

So let’s get out the paint and let’s make a big mess

Let’s play and let’s dance in our prettiest dress

Let’s leave the games out and then let’s toss a ball

Let’s create and explore and go to the mall

Let’s go have some fun and forget all the clutter

The time’s just too short with kids and their mudder

Unconditional Love

Mother’s Day is Fast approaching!

I never heard these words from my mother.  I bet most people haven’t, but I think it’s time.

I say them now!

I share them now.  I give everyone permission to copy, paste, and share these words, this poem, with anyone they love unconditionally (but please give me credit for the creation of the poem. Thanks!)  Share it with your mother, your children, your wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, significant other, co-worker, friend down the street, neighbor…I don’t care who, but feel free to share the unconditional love.  Read it to yourself 100 times!

Thanks so much for reading and sharing!  I love you too… unconditionally!

 

Unconditional Love

(by Vicki Neal ©2014)

 

I love you when you’re grumpy

I love you when you dance

I love you when you walk around

With dirt stains on your pants

 

I love you when you scream at me

And when you give me kisses

I love you when you trust in me

And tell me secret wishes

 

I love you when you break my things

And when you make a mess

And even with my feelings hurt

I’d never love you less.

I’ve been stuck in the doldrums of “I can’t seem to…(insert thing)”

Today, a thought came to me, “What if a knight got stuck in this place?”  and the following was born…

 

The Knight of Cantalot  (©Vicki Neal 2014)

While sitting at this table

Which, by the way, is square

I hear about a dragon

Living close by in his lair

 

Well, I should go and slay him

Because I’m a knight you see

But, I cannot slay this dragon

‘Cause he’s way too big for me

 

I’d love to help the kingdom

It’d be cool to be a hero

But I’m just not brave, so sorry

I’m just way to full of fear, Oh

 

My armor’s dull.  It has no shine

There’s even bits of rust

But I just can’t seem to find the time

To clean off all the dust

 

A damsel in distress you say?

You mean more distress than me?

With the pains in all my muscles

And the sliver from that tree?

 

And now a troll’s attacking

He’s destroying people’s lands

But, I guess I’ll leave him to it

As I’m armed with rubber bands

 

You want to find a real knight

To fight and kill that giant

Go travel out to Canalot

They’ll help you there, but I can’t

So the inspirational high lasted about a week.  Yesterday, the ‘give-ups’ started hanging around and today they are invading in full force.

Am I schizophrenic?

There are days when I wonder.  I feel like there are two distinct people in my head:  The loving, motivational positive one and the other one (duh, duh, duh).

Do you ever feel sabotaged by yourself?

Here’s how it goes for me:

Loving, motivational me (LMM):  Wow!  I’d really love to do a triathlon.

Negative, saboteur me (NSM):  What are you crazy…You can’t do that.  You’re:

  • Too old
  • Not in good enough shape. There’s not enough time to train.
  • Not a swimmer/runner
  • Not going to be able to finish it.  You’re probably going to drown.
  • Lazy. Not motivated enough
  • Not up to it.  That’s way too hard.
  • Going to make a fool of yourself in front of all the real triathletes

Just quit now.  That will save you lots of time and energy.

 

LMM:  What if I write a poetry book for kids! My poems are really fun.  People would enjoy them just like I enjoyed (and still do) Shel Silverstein!

 

NSM:  That’s a good idea, BUT:

  • You don’t know a publisher…who would even publish them?
  • You’re too old
  • You’ve never studied or gotten an education in writing…not good enough.
  • Nobody really cares about your silly poems anyway, nobody has time for fun anymore
  • You’re wasting your time.  Go out, get a job, and be productive!

 

LMM:  Other people make their dreams happen.  If they can do it, so can I!

NSM:  They’re not you.  You can’t.  You’re:

  • Not good enough/Not talented enough
  • Too old
  • FOOLING YOURSELF!

Come on.  You’re really wasting your time with all these ideas.  You’re insignificant.  Nobody cares.  It doesn’t matter.  Anyway, you don’t really want to work that hard do you? Just go watch a movie and forget about it!

 

LMM:  But I know I can!!!

NSM:  You’re kidding yourself

LMM:  I think I can?

NSM:  Still kidding yourself

LMM:  Really???

NSM: Yup…give it up already.

 

So who do I listen to?  Well, that’s easy…LMM, Right?

 

Yeah, that would be the logical, uplifting choice. However, NSM makes such logical arguments and she’s unrelenting. The girl just seems to never give up.  And, after all, she’s the voice of reality, right? – not the ‘let’s make life happily ever after’ or ‘wish upon a star and make all your dreams come true’ voice. Why don’t all the self-help gurus talk about her?  Am I the only messed up one with these derogatory voices in my head all the time?  How does one ever get past it?

 

I DON’T KNOW!

 

Today, I don’t have inspirational answers.  Today, I really want to give up.  No, I don’t really want to give up, I just feel that I’m really not going to be able to do any of it and I just need to give up ‘cause I’m not good enough.

 

I can still feel LMM back there giving me a pep talk telling me not to give up, but she’s really far away today sitting under the thick blanket of NSM “Give it ups”.

 

The invasion is in full force and I really would like LMM to win.  Wish me luck – In fact…Wish us all luck!

 

 

 

Have you ever accomplished something that seems so big that it is almost impossible?

I’m 45 today!  Yup, it’s my birthday.  I recently decided that this was the year that I was going to do the things that I always thought I would do someday – starting with a triathlon.  Go Me! (I know. I’ve never been one for starting too small).  Now, as I have been told by all the inspirational gurus:

I can accomplish anything given enough desire, persistence, blah, blah, blah.

Here’s the catch:

  • I’ve never been a swimmer.
  • Triathlons include swimming.

Yes, I’ve splashed in pools and swum short distances, but mostly where I touch bottom or wear a life jacket.  I also have a pretty real fear of drowning thrown in the mix as my grandfather and sister both drowned.

 

So 3 weeks ago I faced my fears, bought a membership at a pool, and started my swim training.

 

Day 1: 1 length of the pool without stopping!

 

Not bad, right?…until I found out that the triathlon sprint (the shortest triathlon possible – I’m not completely crazy) will require about 28 laps.  A lap is one way, right?  WRONG…54-56 lengths of the pool (maybe I am crazier than I think?)

 

But here’s the good news.  3 weeks later, I am swimming 4 lengths…Only 50 to go!  (Sigh)

 

I have to consistently remind myself that I am making progress (I think I can, I think I can…) and I have created a new mantra while I’m in the water.  “I am a strong and confident swimmer” has replaced “Are you totally crazy?  There’s no way you’re going to be able to do this!”IMG_20140321_110008

 

We’ll see.  I think I can!

 

If anyone out there has some input on making this desire a reality, please share!  I’ll keep chugging along, but would love any additional support, inspiration, or advice.

 

Thanks and I’ll let you know the results come August…Can I do it???

 

I think I can!

Whine Connoisseur

Anyone else have kids that have gone through the whine phase??? I’d love to hear your tricks for staying sane!

Whine Connoisseur   (© Vicki Neal 2014)

I’ve got:

A whine for staying up at night
A whine to get my way
A whine when others do not listen to what I have to say

A whine when brother’s mean to me
A whine when sister’s too
A whine when I can’t do the things the older people do

A whine for too much homework
A whine for too much noise
A whine when someone doesn’t ask when playing with my toys

A whine for when I want something
A whine for when I don’t
When mother tells me not to whine, I must respond, “I won’t”

I have a whine when hungry
And one when food tastes ick
I also have a mopey whine whenever I feel sick

I whine when I’m impatient
When I think things aren’t fair
I whine when mom is brushing all the tangles from my hair

I whine when ere’ I’m tired
When someone says I’m wrong
I also whine impatiently when in the car too long

I whine to beg for chocolate
I whine to beg for cheese
I whine and whine to get my way instead of saying please.

Yes, I’m a connoisseur
A master of the whine
And although my mom is going nuts, I know that I’m just fine.