Revolution of Love

Revolution of Love

Do small things with great love.

Operation Clean & Organize: Vol. 8 – The Kid’s Bathroom Counter

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**Taming the procrastinating, ADD, mess cat within me.**

 


When we remodeled the house and added a bedroom, we closed off the old master bathroom and made it into the kids’ bathroom. It has only one sink but a long countertop. Invariably, there were various toiletries and clothes thrown all over the counter. To try and keep things a bit more organized, I placed a basket on the counter for each child. (I bought these plastic baskets/bins at Target.) Inside their basket were extra diapers/undies and any products they alone used.

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I placed name tags above their basket to remind them of which one is theirs. After they dress in the morning I also have them fold their pj’s and place them in their basket for the next night. (Although “wad” would describe it better than “fold.”) It has worked out well and eliminated the need to search through sheets and under beds for their pj’s before bedtime.

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There is another small counter in the bathroom that I use when we have guests. I have extra bins and labels with the names of frequent guests – such as my mom who spent a few days with us while I was out of town.

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I keep one bin for them to put their toiletries and things and one basket filled with extra shampoos, lotions, toothbrushes etc for them to use while they are visiting. I don’t have a picture if it here but along with their towels I’ll have a little welcome gift for them – chocolate or mints, a burned CD of favorite songs, a special soap or lotion in their favorite scent, stationary or mini-photo album, a favorite magazine or snack (best choices for when my brothers or dad come visit.) I just think it’s a nice touch to let my family or friends know that I am happy they are visiting our home.

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TV Talk: Once Upon A Time – “The Return”

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My DVR is even more full than usual since I’ve been gone a few days and I am barely catching up. I haven’t watched the last two Masterpiece Theaters yet so I can’t comment on those. The previews didn’t absolutely grab me so they have been queued to the end of the line. Last night I did, however, watch the new Once Upon A Time: “The Return.” (Brian and I flipped a coin. Tonight he gets his choice – Grimm.)
Booth & Gold – I’m glad we are finally getting some background info on the mysterious August W. Booth. I’ve heard that some people think his fairy land character is Pinocchio. I thought maybe they were right and that was why he was hurting when he got out of bed in the beginning. Perhaps his legs are turning back to wood. (Plus we see a couple donkey references.)
A few weeks back I started thinking that perhaps Booth was Gold’s son. I told Brian that and he said he couldn’t be since Mr. Gold did not recognize him and he wasn’t living in the town like the rest of the characters. Then as the story went on and Mr. Gold and Booth had their father/son reunion I looked to Brian and smiled. See, he is his son! But as they were hugging and crying I thought, “No, this is going too smoothly. Something is going to happen… Gold is going to stab Booth while they are hugging. No, Booth will stab Gold…..Wait, what?? Booth is not actually his son. (I looked at Brian and this time he smiles at me.) So who is he?? Who was he calling? Well, we may not know yet but at least after seeing Rumpelstiltskin act so evilly, we were able to see a glimpse of Mr. Gold genuinely remorseful and loving towards his pseudo son. That has to count for something!
David & Kathryn – Well, anyone who has read my previous comments about OUAT know that I do not like David. I do not like him here or there. I do not like him anywhere. I am completely open to being proven wrong and shown that he is not that bad, but so far the only way I would root for David would be if he was up against Regina’s nauseating lapdog Sidney. What is it with these wimpy men with no backbone or foresight? I do feel bad for Kathryn and all she had to go through. She started out as an unlikable character but as we got to know her backstory I can’t help but hope for a better life for her.
Mary Margaret & the Party – I love when MM asks why the people are throwing her a party and Emma says they are her friends. MM asks, “Where were they yesterday?” TouchΓ©! Although, the card from her school class was classic.
Regina & Emma – Let the games begin!
There are only three episodes left until the season finale so things should continue to heat up!

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Traveling & Flashbacks: I Was Almost Arrested While Eating a Taco

Please say a prayer for me and for Bella. We’re going to her class trip to Sacramento and the Gold Country. We’ll leave at the crack of dawn and will be gone for a couple of days. I’d appreciate it if you prayed that we have a safe journey…and that Brian survives caring for the boys while we’re gone. (Thankfully my mom flew up from So Cal to help out.) I’ll post pics next week. πŸ™‚
In the meantime, in honor of RoL’s 9th bday, here is a flashback post from 2003 that also has to do with traveling.

I Was Almost Arrested While Eating A Taco



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Man, I love visiting my family for these week-long trips but I hate all the packing and unpacking. Brian can always manage to put all his stuff in one small suitcase but Bella and I have loads of bags of things we “need” to take with us! I tell you, if God answers our prayers for another child soon we’d also better add “and a mini-van” to the prayer because I don’t know how I’m going to fit another human being in our car on these 400 mile long trips! But I guess that’s another story.
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving, really touching. (Except for the fact that my sister EL was missing! But we’ll ALL be together during our Christmas visit. πŸ™‚
Oh my gosh, then the day after thanksgiving we girls hit the malls for all those insane bargains you’ll get if you arrive at 3am and stand on your head while reciting “Twas the Night before Christmas” in Spanish. I refused to stand on my head but I did manage to get $100 worth of savings before making morning Mass. But that’s not the story I’m meaning to tell…
At the end of the day my two sisters and I were tired and hungry. We stopped at a fast food place to grab a quick bite for the drive home (which would take an hour). We’re sitting in the parking lot passing out the food and straws when a cop circles around my sister’s truck. My sister jokingly says, “Hey, that cop thinks we’re suspicious; he’s checking us out.” I told my other sister to hold up her pepsi so he can see we’re just eating. They laugh until the cop parks behind us and gets out of the car.
He walks slowly over to us and shines his flashlight into the backseat where I was sitting. It was not yet dusk but the windows are tinted. He asked where we were headed. My sister told him but he just looks suspiciously at us. I noticed that he also looked a little nervous so I told him, “We’ve been shopping all day and we just stopped to eat our dinner, officer.” Obviously he has nothing to worry about unless we decide to attack him with the pair of pajamas and slippers I got on sale.
Well, in the meantime, we hadn’t noticed that there was a whole gang of policemen driving up and surrounding our car. We were blocked in making it impossible for us to “escape”. Finally the cop realized that we were not dangerous. (I should have offered him one of our tacos). He apologized and explained that someone just called in that there was a silver truck (same as ours) with some guys and a girl (so now I look like a guy?) and they had a gun. (Okay, no wonder he looked a little freaked.) My sister then let him know that we had just seen that truck and the kids he was talking about. They took off when we entered the parking lot a few minutes ago. The cop thanked us and he and all his buddies removed their cars so we could leave in peace. (Thanks be to God. )
When we got home and told our family the story my mom just shook her head and half-jokingly said, “You see what happens when you take Bobbi with you. She always has a way of being involved in some kind of escyndalo!”
Hmmm, I prefer to think of it as more like adding a little spice to life. haha!
Have a great weekend!

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Book Discussion of Style, Sex, and Substance, Chpt. 1

As I mentioned last week, for the next few weeks I’ll be doing a book study of Hallie Lord’s Style, Sex, and Substance: 10 Catholic Women Consider the Things that Really Matter . I had been making notes over the week but yesterday I was ready to forget the whole idea.

Yesterday was an awful day. Seriously, it wasn’t the usual busy and stressful day of mishaps. It was different and I couldn’t put my finger on why. When Brian came home I went to my room, locked the door and begged God to help me and literally cried myself to sleep. I haven’t felt like that in a long, long time.

A half an hour later I opened my eyes and came out of the room like a weight was off me. Brian hugged me and asked if the demons had been attacking me. It clicked. That is exactly what it felt like. The interior struggles were like familiar demons that I have not battled in a long time. In my experiences, usually when there is a “spiritual attack” it means God is preparing a turning point… some good fruit that will come out of a particular situation.

I am not sure what that situation is. Maybe it’s my own personal growth as I am studying this book. Maybe it’s the trip Bella and I are taking tomorrow. Maybe it’s something I am not yet aware of. Whatever it is, yesterday I thought I’d never post this book discussion because I was the last person that should be sharing lessons with you. But now that the fog has lifted and I am at peace again, I’ll go ahead and post what I’ve written so far. If you haven’t read the book yet, hopefully it will encourage you to pick up a copy. It truly will be one of the best $10 you ever spent. πŸ™‚

Book Discussion Part 1: Chapter 1 – How I Fell Out of My Minivan and Found Myself

I love Jennifer Fulwiler’s writings and was pleased to see that she covered the first chapter of the book: How I Fell Out of My Minivan and Found Myself. After wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes from her Dukes of Hazzard’s van story, I was hooked by this paragraph.

“I had a specific idea of what the authentic Catholic woman was like: She was the picture of joy and grace every time she went to Mass and always had an emotionally powerful experience upon receiving the Eucharist; she kept her home tidy; and she joyfully crafted elaborate celebrations for each liturgical season.”

I could relate to Jen’s feeling of inadequacy. In fact, this is a topic God has been drilling into me for the last 9 months. It all started last summer when I wrote the post Those Perfect Catholic Moms Are Killing Me. I had been reading a number of Catholic mom blogs and seeing all their accomplishments at homemaking and motherhood was making me feel like a loser.

As days and weeks passed I told myself that I can’t help it if I was messy and disorganized and that I couldn’t sew a button or keep a plant alive more than a week. So what if I get impatient and fired up at the slightest mishap, especially on the days when I forgot to spend time in prayer because I was too busy checking my facebook and emails. That’s just how I am.

But it was bothering me. Is that it? Am I to resign myself to “just being myself.” I knew there was plenty of room for improvement. Then I started reading the book The 10 Habits of Happy Mothers – Reclaiming Our Passion, Purpose, and Sanity by Meg Meeker, MD.and the first Habit was called Understand Your Value as a Mother. In my post about it I talked about feeling inferior, rediscovering my talents and listening to the promptings of the Holy Spirit. In one part I wrote:

“It’s funny that once I stopped comparing myself to my perceived super moms (after all, I am seeing a tiny, sanitized glimpse of their lives,) I started seeing that I possessed some of those same talents that I admired in them. It is as if my creative side woke up. I started posting on my blog again because I love having an outlet to write. I’ve tried new recipes and found cooking fun again. I’ve started organizing small sections of the house and realized I, too, could be organized. (Relatively speaking. ;-)”

That got me to thinking – what is “me” and what’s a warped vision of me? Then I read Jen’s words:

“To uncover your unique brand of holiness, you have to sift through your God-given quirks and talents from your sins.”

Suddenly the light bulb clicked on. That’s it! (If I was an Oprah fan I’d say it was my AHA! moment.) That’s what the Holy Spirit was trying to tell me! Separate the quirks from the sins. I had my own unique calling and vocation that matched my personality and my temperament. I didn’t have to become a carbon copy of mom A, B or C. I just had to be the best version of me and slowly God is showing me how to achieve that.
Jen sums it up using one of my favorite quotes:

“St. Catherine of Siena famously stated, “Be who God meant you to be, and you will set the world on fire.” We tend to focus on the second, more dramatic part of the statement, but the first is just as important: Be who God meant you to be. Embrace the one-of-a-kind brand of holiness that God has chosen for you. Reject your sins, but love your quirks.”

Perfectly stated.

At the end of the chapter, there are a number of questions for deeper reflection. I’ll share one of the questions and my reflection with you.

#4. What saint has challenged your ideas about what holy people are like? What did he or she do that surprised you?

A saint that forever changed the way I think about holiness is St. Francis de Sales. My old parish was named after him and I remember the pastor once giving a talk about his life. He said St. Francis was known as the “gentle saint.” He was a model of kindness and patience in guiding souls to Christ. He said this was ironic because St. Francis actually had a fiery, sometimes violent, temper and it did not take a lot to set him off. However, with God’s grace he was able to tame his temper, transforming his greatest fault into his greatest strength.

This also reminds me of what a priest once told me in confession years ago. I was struggling with certain temptations and feeling overwhelmed by them. He said that if we surrender ourselves to God and rely on his grace, we can turn our biggest weakness or sinful tendencies into the very path that will lead us to heaven. He gave me the example of St. Mary Magdalene. She was a prostitute, a woman undoubtedly who dealt with sins of immorality. Yet, when she gave heart to Jesus and repented of her sins, something in her shifted.

Mary Magdalene found false love in the men she was involved with, but with Jesus, she found true and pure love. Her desire became not to please men but to please Jesus. We know that she succeeded in purifying her heart and loving Christ deeply because she was granted the grace to be the first person to witness the risen Lord. Like St Francis de Sales her weakness was transformed into her strength. It doesn’t mean that they did not struggle but they relied on God’s grace and they slowly became their “true” selves.

Now that I am following Jen’s advice of separating my sins from my unique quirks, God is helping me to overcome those sinful tendencies. When I fail I like to remember St. Francis de Sales. I’m encouraged to know that God’s grace can do anything so I pick myself back up and continue on the path chosen for me.

The next post about the book:

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