Help Me with Outdoor Landscaping

There are days where you feel like you can’t take anymore. The kids are driving you crazy. Things in the house keep breaking either do to be used a lot or because it is just one more thing that needs to break down in your life day. Usually, I let my husband deal with all of the outdoor maintenance. Usually, he is happy to do it. However, recently, he put it in my hands to take care of it.

One afternoon I went outside for a walk. I looked up and saw that a tree was leaning against another tree which was about to fall on our house. I quickly called my husband who was at work. He was super busy and unable to come home at the moment. He told me, ‘honey, you are going to have to do this yourself.’

I quickly began looking for someone to come and cut the tree down before it fell on our house. There was a little pressure here. I quickly googled tree services in Savannah. I looked through Home Advisor, Angie’s List, and some tree cutting services like this one http://www.treeservicesavannahga.org

After deciding which company I should call, I called them right away. The gentleman couldĀ  tell that I was panicking. It was probably because I was screaming and breathing very loudly. CAN YOU COME QUICKLY. I would have paid the guy anything at this moment. Have you ever had to go through the trouble of getting a contractor to fix something major. It is exhausting and it can take forever. The gentleman knew IĀ  was panicking. He tried to talk me down from the edge of the cliff. He assured me that everything would be fine. He said that he would be over right away.

Thirty minutes later he was there in my front yard. He said, ‘mam, you were right for calling this is pretty bad.’ Meaning, the tree is going to fall on your house soon if you don’t do anything. I loved it that the guy jumped right to action. He brought his lift truck with some rope and he went to town. It is amazing what these guys can do to take a tree down. It took him about 3 hours to get both trees down. It was amazing. The price wasn’t that bad after that he had done.

The moral to the story. Ladies don’t be afraid. You can tackle projects like this with your husband gone. Do a little research and you will be fine.

Mom’s Post About Her Son

I just ran across this Facebook post the other day from a mom talking about her son. Here it is below:

Last Saturday my 8 year old son Max was playing in his school basketball game. Somewhere is the shuffle he was hit in the face with the ball. I saw it happen like it was slow motion. I saw his eyes widen and then squint from the pain – he looked around trying to focus. I knew he was looking for me. “Max got hit in the face”, I said to my husband as I instinctively jumped up from the bleachers. In that moment, I saw Max start to run around the court in my direction as the silent cry began. He couldn’t catch his breath. My feet couldn’t move fast enough. As soon as we connected, I got down on one knee. “Catch your breath buddy.” He tilted his head back. “Max, breath. It’s okay.” He finally took a breath, and I wrapped my arms around him as he cried into my shoulder. A voice came from behind me – “You need to stop babying that kid.” My mind registered the sentiment, but I kept my focus on Max. I cleaned his face, and wiped his tears. Once I knew he was okay, i sent him back around the court to join his team on the bench.

I climbed back up on the bleachers. My hands shaking. i was so angry. I fussed about it all the way home. My husband blew it off. “Who cares what they think?”

This notion that boys can never hurt, that they can never feel, is so damaging to them long term. The belief that any signs or gestures of affection will somehow decrease their manhood – this pressure to always “man up” follows them into adulthood where they struggle to fully experience the broad scope of love and affection. The only emotion they healthily learn to express is happiness then we wonder why they are always chasing it.

They’re taught that sadness is weakness, that talking about their fears or short comings makes them less than. They don’t mourn properly. The struggle to grieve. They’re afraid to cry. It all spills into the way they husband and father and I hate it.”

I am so thankful for her honesty on this Facebook. Keep it coming

Musings of a Stay at Home Mom

I don’t know if mom’s need another blog to read or not. I have found out that I just have to get this stuff out instead of keeping it in. Better in than out said Shrek. Of course, I would only know that because I am a parent of 4 kids under the age of 10. We watch lots of movies. However, we also live life together and my calling is to help them grow and mature to become next level adults. One of my greatest joys is living life together with my kids. This blog is an attempt to share our lives with you. My hope is that you can learn and grow from my successes and mistakes. Blessings on you as you read.