I know I have not posted regularly. It is due to my busy schedule. I am trying to send my manuscript to print and even that has been pushed to the back burner. Here is what you missed in one girl's life of trying to do and have it all in God's time.
Christmas was spent at home after a quick turnaround trip to Chicago. My sister had Christmas Eve dinner and introduced her boyfriend to the family.
We got back home by 6 am and opened gifts after unpacking, showering, and eating breakfast.
I got my awesome Bose TV from my sweetie. I can hardly wait to watch the Oscars on it.
I bought the hubby a Microsoft Surface. He is glad to join the world of tablet users.
I got my daughter horse riding lessons which is the first step towards horse ownership.
My teenage son got a Jetson scooter to ride around NYC on.
The pre-teen son got a telescope and the 7 year old got a microscope.
Those were all the main gifts. However, my daughter cried when her little brother got her a fish to keep her company in her apartment. My twelve year old cried when Santa brought him the new Assassin's Creed game. It was great fun. Everyone got what they needed and wanted.
We rang in the New Year in Boston, MA. My classes at Harvard began on January 3rd. So we road tripped to the east coast. We dropped my son off at his dorm and then stayed in the Residence Inn for three weeks while I attended class on campus. I got two "A-" grades by the way.
After Boston we decided to stop in Canada to see the Niagara Falls which were cool and frozen. We got back to Missouri in time to miss the snow storms. I rested at what my husband calls my focus house instead of a vacation house in West Plains. I get to delegate housework to the husband and focus on myself and my needs more.
The boys played with the cats, dogs, and chickens and I treated myself to twice weekly massages. I enrolled in Spring classes but withdrew to prioritize this manuscript once and for all.
Easier said than done considering I am climbing a mountain in June for the Breast Cancer Fund. The first week of February, I flew out to San Francisco for a whole day of training. We covered fundraising, the environmental causes of breast cancer; we listened to survivors of the disease who intend to climb, and former climbers who were returning to continue to support the cause they believe in. If anyone is out there reading this fabulous blog feel free to donate to the The Breast Cancer Fund in support of my climb. Look for me on their website. I do not have a link just now because I am too lazy to make it a priority task.
On another note, I stayed in the St. Regis hotel and it was perfect considering the long day at the Breast Cancer Fund office followed by a 3 hour urban hike through San Francisco streets, park steps, and hills. I wore the wrong shoes, and my shins were screaming by the time I was back in my hotel room watching Suze Orman.
So I am training everyday for this 14,000 feet climb up Mt. Shasta, taking care of my kids and home, and still tightening up my manuscript. The Holy Spirit is definitely holding me up.
Please forgive my neglect of this blog. Mogul Moms must prioritize their tasks daily to keep on top of things that cannot go by the wayside. My attempts at hiring my daughter as my personal assistant went wrong so I put on my big girl panties and worked it all out.
I signed up for personal shopping from Whole Foods. I hired a babysitting service so I can train without lugging the kids around; the sitters I chose are all experienced tutors as well. I tackled 7 loads of laundry in two days. Filled the pantry, freezer, and refrigerator with good healthy food and snacks so we can ride out this ice storm that is heading our way. My son got his second Gardisil vaccination on time. We spent President's Day at the Teacher's Lounge buying new posters for our classroom, which included all 44 presidents.
So I am finally prepared to go back to my regular routine and schedule. I find that for every month I am away I will most likely be a week behind or rather it will take me a week to get back in sync.
My next trip is to Vegas in March for the Maroon 5 concert with my friend who really needs a girlfriend's getaway. I need the trip as well. She is my massage therapist and oftentimes she is more therapist than masseuse. She has been a supportive ear while I transition to standing in my truth with the haters in my life.
So until that next event I leave you with this quote.
Argue for your limitations, and sure enough, they’re yours.Richard Bach
