My Hot Mama Boots no longer fit….. Literally..

Last week after getting all dressed for our family pictures I dug my “hot mama” boots out, slipped them on and began to pull the zipper up my calf on them when it stopped dead in the zipper track. My calf (My ham hock, as I call it because of its size) is so big that I could not zip it up.  I loved these boots at one time. They are high heel hot mama boots that go half way up my legs.   Well they did not make these “hot Mama” boots for these big legs I guess. Maybe that is a good thing… My children do not want me running around dressed hot. They would much rather see me wear my hair up in a bun dressed in an apron that was sewn in 1950.  Megan for one is VERY modest and gets mad if you even say the word Sexy in front of her.  In fact while reading this to review before posting Zane over heard the word Sexy and whined “HEY! DON"T SAY THAT WORD MOM!”. I have now changed my wording to Hot Mama boots.  

Back shortly after I was married my husband started pulling my shirt up whenever it would show any cleavage whatsoever. Out of respect for him I just quit wearing shirts that were any bit low cut. That and it was embarrassing having him pull my shirt up in public.  Eventually I just felt insecure dressed like that. Now out of respect for myself I just dress modest. Some places I go it would be ok but other times (like at church) it is actually embarrassing to show cleavage as I feel out of place.

What is my point I am losing it myself in the rambling??? I used to be someone different than I am today. There are parts of me that are still the same person but somewhere along the line a lot about me has changed. Jim and I used to go out to the bar one time per week when the older kids were with their dad. We played a lot of pool, Sang karaoke and sometimes drank way too much. That does not fit who we are anymore.  Before we were married he said that he wanted to raise his children in church. There were 2 different Pentecostal churches he liked and so I choose one and took the kids to it. Prior to that time my kids had been raised attending a Baptist church.  I refused to go to the other Pentecostal Jim liked as I have a ton of reasons I don’t like it but that is another blog post all together.  

He did not want me to go to the bar while he was gone and out of respect I Said I would wait until he got home to do so.  We have never been back to the bar and he has been released from the military for a year and 5 months. There are other things we can do instead of going to the bar but have really done nothing aside from attend a few family functions since he has been home.  All of them except two of which were his families functions so this year we are spending Christmas Eve with mine.  This will be the first holiday I have had with my family since Jim and I have been together. Something we have done together is go to his Va appointments and shop on the way home.   We found out that we love going to eat at Cracker Barrel. Maybe our lack of grown up interaction stems from having 8 children, after all 3 of them are 2 and under. 

 We tend to keep ourselves occupied cleaning cooking and trying to remodel this house which has taken up 2 summers now. That is not counting the first fall when we got the place when it had no running water, hot water heater, working furnace or bathtub.  (I feel much more accomplished when I think about all that work that has been done) that’s again another subject.  (I am a lot like a toy train and you have to keep putting me back on the track) Anyways, what do other families do when they find that they have outgrown there old life? I am curious. This is one thing I find that is been bothering me lately is that we don’t have an adult interaction. He mentioned going to the bar awhile back as he wants to sing karaoke which we did not do. I am really not interested in going to a bar at all. He worked so hard to tell me how awful the bar was over and over and why I should never step foot in one and now that he has it in my head he mentions it.. ha ha go figure.  We both come around to the others way of thinking.  We used to play volleyball with friends and we also went out to eat every other Sunday with a group which we no longer do.   We don’t have a sitter anyways. I am sure that as the babies grow this season will pass.  So what do other families do for adult interaction as a couple when they have kids this young? We could very easily find things to do separate but I don’t see always doing everything alone as good on a relationship.  This is something that I found bothered me before as well.  Being together all the time which we are and spending quality time together are two different things. When he was gone I put all my effort into the kids and the house.  When he came home we put all our effort into the kids and the house.. now its time to put some effort into us. 

I have always found this article funny although some of it I agree with  its not that much of it .. ha ha

²² Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. ²³ For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. ²⁴ Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.

 ²⁵ Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her ²⁶ to make her holy, cleansing^[a] her by the washing with water through the word, ²⁷ and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. ²⁸ In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. ²⁹ After all, no one ever hated their own body, but they feed and care for their body, just as Christ does the church— ³⁰ for we are members of his body. ³¹ “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.”^[b] 32 This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church.³³ However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband.