Monday, March 30, 2009

Five Questions (And a Story)

Tricia over at Pure Chaos posted these five questions, with instructions to answer them or else. OK, she didn't actually threaten us or anything, she really is quite nice. Anywhoo, I encourage all my bloggy friends to follow suit, but I won't tag people since they tend to get a little testy.

The Five Questions Are:

1) What gets you out of bed in the morning? You mean besides the two two-year-olds that are yelling for me (this morning at 6:30, which is NOT OK)? Well, actually, I don't even really get out of bed for them, I bring them into my bed and cuddle while they watch cartoons and I get a few more winks. What really gets me out of bed is when they go into the other room, and I know I have to get up to ensure their safety and the maintaining of assembled furniture in the living room. Really, if it weren't for that, I might stay in bed all day. I'd like to try that once.

2) What scares you and how often do you think about it? I think all parents fear losing a child, that is normal. I am not naturally a scaredey-type person, but I am afraid of the time when we have to put the twins in regular beds and not cribs where they stay contained. I am afraid of what my grocery bills will be when my three-boys-in-two-years become teenagers. I am afraid of what the kids' peers will be into and how they might be influenced.

My one real fear I think, is the fear that someone will break into the house and hurt the kids. For the longest time, I didn't know why that thought plagued me, until I put it together that when I was a teenager, someone broke in while I was home alone. Waking up to see a stranger in your bedroom will change the way you look at things. I was not hurt, he ran away immediately, but it is a fear that has resurfaced as I became a parent.

This is an interesting story. It was the middle of summer, at 9:30 in the morning. My family was at work, I worked three days a week, but it was my day off. I woke to the sound of my door opening, and heavy breathing like someone had just been running hard. I rolled over to see a man turn and run out my bedroom door. I heard him run down the hall and out the front door, and I heard the door slam behind him. My first thought was that it was my brother, but it obviously wasn't. I figured there must be a logical explanation, but something inside me started screaming, Call 911! I called 911, feeling foolish for doing so, actually, thinking I was going to make a fool of myself for over-reacting. I was not afraid, I really thought one of my brother's friends had come in looking for Jeff and was confused where to find him.

The 911 operator answered, and I told her in my confused, still sleepy teenage way, "Um, yeah. Someone just ran out of my bedroom, and I don't think I know him." After asking a few questions, she had me close and lock all the windows and doors. She held the line as I went. I remember walking into the front hallway and seeing the huge oak entertainment center in the family room, face down on the linoleum floor, TV missing. As I went room to room, seeing the destruction, the mess, and the obvious robbery, I started to panic. I locked all the doors and went back to my room to curl up on my bed and talk to the 911 operator. We talked until the police showed up, and I walked him through the house. The computer in the study was ripped out so hard that the outlet where it was plugged in was broken. My parents bedroom, which was right next to mine, had been ransacked, the contents of my mother's dresser strewn about the floor. I was amazed that I had slept through the whole thing, to this day, I believe it was God that allowed me to sleep through the robbery.

I remember standing on the front lawn with the police officer, waiting for my parents, and so crushed that I was going to have to tell my mom that her jewelry box was gone. I told the cop that I thought my mom would be devastated, and he looked at me strangely and said, "I think she is just going to be relieved that you are OK." I never understood that until I became a parent. As a teenager, I was invincible. I was a tough kid, I could handle myself, but my mother's jewelry that had been handed down from her mother was irreplaceable. I thought the cop was wrong, but sure enough, my mom came home, and held me and cried. She was disappointed that her jewelry was gone, of course, but it was obvious that she only really cared that I was OK.

I pray daily for my kids and their future spouses, since living in fear will rob you of your daily joy. I try not to think of these things too often, and when they do come to mind, it is reminder to lift them up to the One who can change things, the One who can give us peace when the world tries to rob us of it.

OK, back to the questions!

3) How important is making a home to you? For me, it is very important. I live here, I work here, I spend every waking hour here. I want my home to be a sanctuary that brings peace and feels comfortable. I have been so thrilled to actually paint, since the living room/dining room doesn't look like it has ever been painted, it seems to just be nasty dull primer. Adding color has really warmed the place up and brings a smile to my face.

4) Where in the world would you like to travel to next? Marty and I want to take the kids to Disneyland eventually, we want to go back to Hawaii, and when the kids are older, we want to get a motor home and take a family vacation travelling Route 66 and seeing all there is to see. Yup, we are crazy.

5) (Just for fun...) *What's your favorite Anti Aging Skin Product? Umm, yeah. I am the girl who does not wash her makeup off before going to bed. I know, it's bad, but I have never done it. I do have Olay Regenerist, but I am a little crazy and I refuse to use it while I am pregnant or nursing, since I know they keep coming up with things that are harmful and I don't want to create problems in my kids and later find out I could have prevented it. I know, it's a little over the top, but I admit, I am a little nuts.

OK, that was fun, a little off-topic for a while there, but good times! Be sure to check out Tricia's blog, and later today come back here for Not Me! Monday!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Loved the story about the burglery - thank GOD you slept thru it - that's one tired puppy - Huh? Made me cry!