Okay, that's probably a slight exaggeration. I actually just added another part time job to the mix, but those extra 15 hours a week managed to make my brain explode. I'm still working on cleaning up that mess.
Our church was losing our youth director in May, and while the search committee interviewed a handful of candidates, none were a good fit. With a busy summer schedule looming and no youth director in sight, I was sitting in church one Wednesday night in April when I felt God tap me on the shoulder and tell me to step up. So, I did. And that was that. The last 4 months have been incredibly fun, but also incredibly stressful.
Between juggling my normal schedule of part-time work at the swim school, taking care of the kids and house, and managing Sam's therapy schedule, I was already pretty busy. Adding the youth director gig kind of put me over the edge for a bit. However, I think I finally have a better handle on things now, and while I am still praying that God will provide the right person to take over the youth, I'm not praying quite so desperately as I was earlier this summer.
One of the hardest parts about this summer was that I had to take over the fundraising and execution of a 10 day mission trip to Portland, Maine with the high school youth group. The 2nd week of July saw me loading up two 15-passenger vans with luggage, sleeping bags, and 18 other people as we set off on our adventure. It was a crazy trip, one I am incredibly glad I got to experience.
There was a day towards the beginning of the trip, when I was riding in the NYC subway in the midst of the most ridiculous tour I've ever been on, when I had one of those wanderlust moments that used to define me. One of the only redeeming parts of this terrible tour experience through New York was getting to have conversations with the other dozen or so tourist who were slogging through the streets with us. Most of them were 20-somethings from European countries, here for various reasons. While on the subway that morning, I found myself talking with a young guy from Ireland. Apparently, he had found himself at 25 in the town he had grown up in, working as a PE teacher at his old elementary school, living with his parents, and the last of his single friends had gotten engaged that spring. So, he said, he woke up one day and decided to "shake the pan a little and see what turned up." He quit his job, bought plane tickets, and set off on a journey around the world.
And for a moment, there in the NYC subway with my youth group, literally surrounded by my responsibilities, I was so jealous of this guy I could taste it.
If you've been on this blog journey with me from the beginning, you know just how different my life is today than what I used to envision. Those days when I would pick a camp in different parts of the country to adventure to every summer, or when I was taking internships in Texas to help pay for my year in Guatemala, or even when I was setting off for Montana after giving up on fixing my foot, this life I live today seemed so far away. The kids, the house, and the husband whose job is most definitely not wanderlust-friendly. None of it was even on my radar until that determined Lutheran pastor in Montana decided to pin me down and show me that maybe it was time to put down some roots and gain a partner for the journey.
I've thought a lot about that guy since we returned from our trip. I've examined my jealousy from every angle and wondered what it meant. I knew from the beginning that by marrying a pastor, my days of setting an unlimited radius for job searches would be over. Even though it just has Travis's name on the paycheck, we both share the commitment of this job. And it's not a job that allows for a new city, new state, or new country every few years. It's a calling. A job with roots implied.
And while I struggled with that when I was still having a hard time finding my place in this community, it's not something I think about on a regular basis anymore. With each addition to our family, I've felt those roots grow and strengthen, and I like it. I like being connected here. I like having a history, a tradition, for our little family. While this particular slice of city/suburban living isn't quite my favorite, the availability and quality of the medical community has been an incredible blessing to us since Sam's birth and diagnosis. I can't imagine what it's like to have a child with special needs in a small town, far away from specialists and children's hospitals. Any lingering discontent I had with Charlotte disappeared the moment I realized the couple next to us in the ICU waiting room had to live in a hotel room during the most stressful time of their lives because home was 4 hours away, instead of 15 minutes like ours.
So, is it some sign of festering discontent or regret that I was jealous of this young guy and his adventure? I don't think so. It was probably more a feeling of fierce nostalgia we are all susceptible to from time to time. I'm happy for him. I'm glad he's doing it and I think everyone should at some point. I'm glad I got to have those same kind of adventures back in the day. But I wouldn't trade my family for them. I wouldn't trade the certainty of my now for the what-if's of tomorrow. It's easy to glamorize that lifestyle and to gloss over the rough parts. But if you search hard enough, there are plenty of entries in this very blog of how lonely I was. How I wanted a partner for the adventure and how tired I was (...at the ripe old age of 24) of looking for him.
I think we all want to escape our lives and our responsibilities at one point or another. For me, that used to mean hopping on the internet to find a job in Wisconsin or Colorado or Guatemala. These days, it looks a lot more like a kid-free hour in Target or reading a book in a hot bath or even staying up til midnight getting sucked into YouTube channels.
And I'm okay with that.
Now! On to something new for Blessing and Bother!
The day before we left for Maine, my old phone finally gave up the ghost and I had about 3 hours left to replace it before the Verizon store closed. Since I knew I wouldn't have time to learn a new phone before I left and I hated the phone I'd had before, I just bought an iPhone, figuring it would be enough like our iPad that I wouldn't be fumbling with it while we were traveling. Knowing it would need to survive the trip, I immediately went across the street to Target and bought the first case for it I could find on clearance.
Now that the trip is over and life has slowed down, I spent some time searching for a fun case for my phone. Isn't that the whole point of having an iPhone? After being appalled by how much stores charged for the cases, I found myself browsing through Etsy. I stumbled across the Embellish Cases store and fell in love. I literally spent an hour going back and forth on which one I wanted. The prices were so reasonable and you could add a monogram. I eventually landed on the Green and Yellow Herringbone design and added my full monogram. I ordered it in the Tough Case because, well, boy toddlers.
So cute, right??
I got in touch with Misty about running a Giveaway and she graciously agreed! I've had my case for about 2 weeks now and I love it. Misty was really easy to work with and even sent me a proof to approve because I wasn't sure if I would like how the full monogram would look. So far, the case has held up really well and I really like having a tough case that doesn't look like it belongs on a construction site. I've let the boys handle it some and I can definitely report that it's easy to clean peanut butter off of. After living with 3 boys, if nothing else, I know that nothing is indestructible. However, this looks like it will be able to take a beating. And at those prices, it won't kill me if I have to replace it later on.
To enter the giveaway, fill out the Rafflecopter entry below. Each additional task or like gets you another entry. Check out her website here or her Etsy store* here. One winner will be picked next Thursday and you will be allowed to choose any case (style and cover) from either store with normal customization (aka picking your monogram). Please make sure to leave a valid email address so that I can contact the lucky winner!
*Please note her Etsy store is on vacation until Saturday morning. Check out the Sales button to see her designs.
Leave a comment below letting me know which case you have your eye one! I love mine, but these were all in the running.
**I was given a free case to sample but all thoughts and reviews were my own. I don't need your information for anything and won't keep it once the giveaway is over. I will only pass on the winning entry's email to Misty so that she can contact you about your case. I'm simply trying to support another Momma out there by getting out the word that I liked her product. **