Good intentions

You know, I have the greatest of intentions.  I seriously do.  I have these great thoughtful ideas that just randomly pop in my mind, and I say to myself … “I’m gonna do that” … then this and that and everything in between happens, and I just don’t get it done.  Then I bum out for a while because I didn’t do it … and you know what, a lot of it has to do with seeing people, hanging out with people, visiting folks.  I think about people all the time and tell myself “I’m going to make a point to see them”, and I have strong desires to, like seriously miss these people.  However, life happens… and I’m kinda okay with it.  My kids get sick, my husband gets hurt, I get no sleep and feel like a bat shit crazy woman for days on end that needs to quarantine herself for the safety of the public, and so on and so on.  But, it’s okay.  It’s just how it is, and we adjust and move on.  Literally, we’re on the move.   Now travel ball is about to begin, so we’ll be balling it on the weekends … but!, that means I get to see some of my favorite people on a regular basis.  So double the happiness there.  Then Coach’s Pitch starts, so we’ll be on the ballfield just about every night; watching two little dudes have the time of their life.  Then this little girl will be starting to crawl and be mobile, and she will be a handful to keep up with … but … I wouldn’t want it any other way.  We’re busy, we’re usually on the go for one child or another (or at least something associated with a child).  So when we get a chance to be at home, we like to stay home.  We like to spend time with each other, and hang out and play, and watch movies, and dodge Nerf gun missiles, or listen to the Clones and the Stormtroopers take down whatever the heck it is they take down.  We actually enjoy being around each other, and sometimes, we just prefer to hang out with our kids.  Our kids are kind of awesome, they really are… but! You’ve met them.  They are wide open, full of life, boundary testing, free spirited, kind of respectful, little boys with big hearts and lots of personality.  It’s really entertaining around here, I swear it is.  It’s also everyone’s safe zone.  We’re all free to be who we’re designed to be in the walls of our home, and we can do it without judgment, without criticism, and without weird looks and deep sighs.  We’re not your average cookie-cutting family, we’re just not.  I mean, guys, our home pet is a freaking junk yard dog … holy crap is he.  He acts just like one - stubborn, rough, playful, grungy, free spirited and basically another kid to feed … he fits in perfect!!  We are often times very content to be just us 5 (6 including Bruiser – the dog), but we do not go without missing a lot of folks, often.  However, with all that said … we are rarely home, but we’re trying to change that - so for the sake of the public, if we were able to be home more, my children would probably be less likely to act like caged animals that had just been freed.  We really do try to work with them on how to act in public, but it’s like trying to nail down Jello.  At what point do you just stop the fight against nature, I mean really??  I know we’ll keep pushing through and keep on keeping on … but they are exhausting at this stage people.  Then when you bring them out to other places, this little radical version of themselves appears and it catches us off guard, just like it does you guys.  Yes, we even find ourselves saying “where in hell did that come from?” … because it really can only come from hell sometimes.  Just the devil trying to take a sista and brotha down!  We roll with it though, and we do what we do and we take deep breaths after doing what we do - because you know, we love what we do.  Then there’s about a 5 minute break, which we really love, then guess what?  We’re doing it all over again, because the devil is an asshole.  So, all those good intentions, yeah, that’s the devil and quite possibly the ADD … or just me needing to get it together!   I aim to make them reality and not just thoughts, because we all know my experience with God right?  He puts these ideas in my head & I am too stubborn to obey and think its not really him and then he makes me do it in kind of a dramatic way.  Trying to keep him from doing that these days.  

But you know what … the whole point to this mind rant is in 20 years, we may have to reconnect with our friends, but we’ll never have to reconnect with our kids or look back and wish we had.   That to me, is pretty important. 

Unprompted

Tonight after supper, the boys were instructed to get ready to take showers.  It's typically Lil A.P. first and then Jaxon, but tonight Jaxon was first.  His daddy got the shower ready for him, then told him to get bathed and he'd come back in to check on him.  Minutes went by and Big went in to check on him and ask if he needed any help.  Well, much to our surprise, the kiddo was completely lathered up and was about to rinse off.  He had washed his hair and was on to washing his body.  He said he didn't need any help "I can handle it".  Handle it he did.  Dude finished rinsing, we hear the shower turn off, he calls for his Dad because he dropped the towel in the shower and it got wet, but other than needing help getting another towel, he did it all on his own.  He got out and went to his bedroom and shut the door behind him so Bruiser (our dog) wouldn't follow him in there and lick him like crazy.  Next thing I know, Lil A.P. is getting in the shower and Jaxon is walking from out of the bedroom with his PJ's own, carrying his towel.  He goes in to the bathroom, comes out with all the dirty clothes and carries them back to the bedroom & shuts the door.  Minutes pass and he comes out & his daddy comments on how daper he looks (PJ's own, his hair all slicked back) and Jaxon says "Mom. Dad. Come look at my room."  We both get up and he escorts us to his room.  Guys ... that little boy had not only put up all the dirty clothes, but he totally cleaned up him and A.P.'s room ... all by himself!  After walking all around the room, I bent down to him and gave him a massive squeeze hug and told him how incredibly proud I was of him.  That dude grinned from ear to ear and giggled... then gave ME a hug!  Five looks good on 'ol Jaxon Bryce.  I told him tonight, "Boy, five sure is fun!" ... he said "I tried telling y'all that's what they say about five ... five is fun!".  Thank you God for giving us these boys!

Odd man out

It's an every day occurrence, for me to ask the boys how their days were at school.  Today was no exception.  On the ride home from their MeMe and Gandy's (they keep them on Tuesdays and Thursday's so I can work in the office & focus on APC Construction business stuff), I asked them about their day - I got the typical "good".  Then out of nowhere, Lil A.P. says "I learned today that 10 to 1 isn't really a bad thing."  I wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about, so I asked him what he meant.  He said that 10 kids were against him today, playing soccer.  I asked him why it was 10 against just him ... and y'all, my mama heart kinda got a little cracked.  He said "they told me I couldn't be on their team, that I had to be my own team".  I asked him if that kind of hurt his feelings, and he said "yeah, but I just went along with it and guess what, I beat them!".  See the mama heart cracking?  I asked why they were being so mean, he said he didn't know.  I asked exactly how it went down.  He said "well I was carrying out the chair..." I asked him what chair?  He said "Mrs. Boice's chair, I carry it out for her, it's my task.  I offered to carry her chair for her one day, and now it's my task.  Ethan H. carries it on the days I'm not there, but every other day it's me." ... Well, I was now a rejoicing Mama.  I said "A.P.! That. Is. Awesome!!  I am so proud of you for being such a gentleman!!"  He said, "yeah, but that's why I don't usually get to be on the team I want, because I'm later getting to the field."  I told him I understand now, and asked exactly how the kids told him he couldn't be on the team.  He said "they said HA, too late, you're on your own team".  I asked him if one of his longtime BF's responded like that, and he told me his BF was just really quiet like always.  He also disclosed that it was the longtime BF's team that everyone wanted to be on. I asked him how he reacted when that happened, to which he replied "I said, lets play then and we all started playing and they let me get the ball at half field and keep it for a while - it was awesome.  I scored on them... a lot!".  Y'all ... the way he dealt with that made me so proud.  I never want him to feel like the kid that gets left out, none of us want that nor want that for our kids; but the way this dude responded to being treated like, that made me realize that even though he struggles to show self-control at home, dude definitely gets it!  He also showed his true character ... my man is gonna be just fine!!  Adjust and move on baby boy ... that's how we do.  Now, am I going to pray like the mama bear that I am that they won't treat him like that again, fo sho!  But until then, I shall continue to pray for the heart of a warrior in that boy.  Love that kid some kind of good.  

Doing the dang thang...

So, I'm the type of person that enjoys sharing about the happenings of my life.  My life can be pretty entertaining at times and really boring at others; however, no matter what is going on, I often want to write about whatever it is that is happening.  I am getting fed up with Facebook, and that has been my outlet for quite some time.  That all changes today.  I am starting this blog as a way for me to express the things that happen in my life, the things that pop in to my head, and the things I just feel like venting about, and to share things in an unscripted format.  Life is just that, it's life ... it's a big journey full of weird stuff, fun stuff and confusing stuff, etc. ... all of which make up the essence of who we are.  So, if you are interested in the happenings of the Currin life ... be sure to follow along on this blog, because this is going to be my outlet... or inlet for all you folks.  Until next time, adios.