KarlaDoesMotherhood

I run. I parent. I laugh. I eat.

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Four folding chairs

I read this blog post I’ve attached and it got me thinking.

Peter and I not infrequently host dinner at our house. Most of our friends and community group peeps have been over at least once, sometimes many times. When we were in an apartment we had people over, so when we moved into our house almost two years ago, we could have even more people and bigger families!

Our church is centered around our weekly small groups, which we call community groups. We meet once a week in a home and share a meal and talk about the sermon and our lives. These communities have absolutely changed us and our faith walk over the last five years.

Community is so essential. When you need friends, when you need support, when you need meals during sickness or surgeries or new babies, when you when you need advice you can trust, when you need a recipe, when you need help moving, it’s so important to have your people. Yes, life can be lived in isolation. But it’s so much easier and more fun when it’s with other people. We can’t even remember what it was like when we tried to do it by ourselves.

My parents never had non-family over to our house. It was probably because the house “was always too messy” or mom was too tired or whatever. For being very religious people, who were at every church event, we weren’t in “community” with others. My husband’s family was similar.

I love community. I’m making an attempt to have even more people over at once. People we know from different walks of our lives, meeting each other, sharing a meal and stories of diaper blow-outs and work jokes. This week will be our first attempt at having more than one family at a time (other than for holidays and birthdays), and our friends don’t already know each other. We have a nice big table with leaves, but we only have six chairs. We just bought an additional four folding chairs on Amazon, set to arrive on the day of our feast.

The food won’t be anything overly special, the house will be somewhat but probably not 100% clean. But the point is to be purposeful about filling our lives with the only thing that really matters in the end- people.

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Someone please explain to me how I can work out religiously six days a week but can’t muster up that kind of devotion to eating right?!
ARG.

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I take umbrage to all the sexy-fied Halloween costumes for women. Why does Halloween mean ho-bag?
But check out these teen outfits. Apparently we’re grooming the next generation for it already. Boo!

I take umbrage to all the sexy-fied Halloween costumes for women. Why does Halloween mean ho-bag?
But check out these teen outfits. Apparently we’re grooming the next generation for it already. Boo!

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Angry Stairs

I’m not a person prone to anger. 

At all.

I’m the mellow type. I like to keep the peace. I hate conflict. I avoid awkward. It takes quite a bit to get me riled up.

I started slowly running again. There aren’t any hills in my town, shockingly, so I walk over to the local high school stadium and do stairs. They’re my equivalent of hill work. 

While I fairly hated the stairmaster at the gym, I love running the stairs at the stadium. There’s something about it: the effort, the interval nature, the sweat that drops off my forehead and onto my top and pants as I carefully navigate down the steps for the next repeat. It’s like a release valve for pent up anger and aggression I didn’t even know was inside.

Stairs validate any small amount of angst that might be simmering underneath, unnoticed. I’m finding I adore the stairs. That, and the general feeling of badassery that comes from the masochistic nature of stair climbing.

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Ugh. Back to school for the husband, back to regular 5am workouts for me.
And yes, only one alarm and I’m up. I hate the back and forth of snooze buttons. My OCD can’t handle it.

Ugh. Back to school for the husband, back to regular 5am workouts for me.
And yes, only one alarm and I’m up. I hate the back and forth of snooze buttons. My OCD can’t handle it.

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Good news: animal crackers now come with a key!
Bad news: my daughter can’t read yet so she still wants me to identify every cookie she eats.

Good news: animal crackers now come with a key!
Bad news: my daughter can’t read yet so she still wants me to identify every cookie she eats.