Finding Krissi

We are down to the last nine days of school. The kids can hardly wait as each day it gets a little bit harder to get them up and moving. I am down to my final eight classes in school. I just finished my first methods class and it kicked my can. Literally, by the time the class finished I was down and out with a nasty little virus. Probably a combination of class and the end of the year craziness. In the last month all of the kids activities have piled up like a snowy highway. One activity on top of another. What seemed manageable before May became insanity. Here is a quick run down of all that has been going on. H.'s current schedule includes baseball, soccer, and cub scouts. My, take life so seriously, little man wants his whole cub scout book done. Slowing him down is a little like slowing down Superman. Speaking of Superman anyone have any kryptonite I can borrow. Thankfully, soccer ended on Saturday. Although I have to admit I love watching the kid play. He puts a smile o...

Hi Ho Hi Ho it is off to the Gym I go! Three and half hours until my classroom is FULL of students. 4:47am I'm a little nervous. 4:48 am That's a lie I'm A LOT nervous. 4:48 am Nothing like a kick of endorphins to smooth over the nerves 6:00 am Yikes, the nerves are back! I got this. I got this! I got this! 8:00 am Do you know how much my kid rocks! H. Is changing schools and coming with me to work and he has such a good attitude about it. I'm a lucky girl totally blessed! 8:05am My students are coming in wish me luck! 8:15 am Wow!! 9:30 am Yikes!! 12:00 pm Survived! 3:00 pm Tired! 8:00 pm

I think that I am perfectly normal to have days where I feel picked on. Days where in the grand scheme of life I somehow was overlooked.  I believe that we all have moments like these.  However, what I find completely ironic is that these moments seem so much more dramatic and painful than everyday reality. The everyday reality is that most of us are blessed far and beyond what we choose to recognize. Why the human in us chooses to more fully recognize our challenges verses our blessings puzzles me. There must be some inner mechanism that strives for more. When that more is not fully recognized we find life unfair, unjust, and just down right right rotten. Why? In my own effort to more fully recognize how incredibly blessed my life is I have decided to go on a 24 hour fast from recognizing my challenges. Instead I plan on feasting on everyone of my blessings. For the next 24 hours in a small way I will recognize each of those blessings. 4:45 am, I get to sleep in...

Two weeks... It has been two weeks since I last sat down and wrote. I have lots of excuses some of them are actually pretty decent excuses. However, in the end that is all that they are is excuses. Mainly, I'm feeling that life is just a little too real right now. Since I last wrote my uncle passed away. He was this gentle giant of a man. He was always there for family and always had a zinger or two to make you smile. My heart broke for his family. It all seems just a little unfair. Life went on and before any of us could let the loss settle we lost our Great Uncle. Sometimes just sometimes you have to question the timing of these events. It is hard for me to share any of these events in any great detail. I have my grief but others have their grief and while I'm the kind of person to pound my feelings out on the keyboard and share with the world others are not. So I'm currently a little shell shocked. Definitely feeling a sense of gloom and definitely retreating...

I lied. I thought this post was going to be my big counseling "Ah Ha" moment, but then I realized I never told you WHY? I decided to start counseling. Maybe next week you will get the "Ah Ha" this week you get the Why. Why, we do things is a pretty big deal. In fact if you don't know WHY you are doing something it might be time to see a counselor yourself.  From the outside my life looked like it was going pretty well. I had just finished my masters, I loved my job,  my two oldest children were in college and progressing along, my two younger kids were doing great, and my marriage was what one would expect after 21 years. We like each other most days and somedays we aren't very fond of one another. You know totally normal. However, I was living on the edge. As if any moment the worse that could possibly happen was going to happen. Brent says I was touchy. I explained to my counselor I was like a field full of land minds. You were never quite sure where...

As I jump back into the blogging world I realize that I need to have some sort of schedule or routine. With a schedule this blog would have content delivered on a consistent schedule. A schedule you my reader(s) could depend on for your Krissi fix. I just made that up. It isn’t that great. I need a better line. This line of thought, (schedule, routine, consistency) lead me to my latest “project,” developing routines. I would like to say that it is the whole working mom gig that has caused my house to fall into a state of disrepair. Laundry, dishes, dirty toilets are all the result of me working a fulltime (plus) job. However, that would be a big fat lie! My type A personality has never really kicked into gear when it comes to cleaning, cooking, laundry, or home making stuff. I’ve tried! When the kids were little we did job charts, allowance, daily cleaning routines, and none of them worked. Well, they worked for a little bit of time, but eventually life would ...