motivation

Chameleons they are NOT

I love all things comedy. If you can make me laugh we can be best friends. It’s really that simple.

So when my husband and I first starting talking he could make me laugh until I cried! He still can. His humor is a huge reason I fell in love. Now, after almost 12 years of marriage and three kids later, I’ve got my own comedy routine at home. Put him and my kiddos together and I’m laughing until I’m running to the bathroom peeing on my self (I know TMI).

Now, the only problem with them being so funny is that our sense of humor isn’t always appreciated by everyone. Don’t get me wrong; we’re not mean or anything! It’s just not everyone’s cup of tea. Sometimes, when my daughter cracks a joke around other family members or friends she gets a stare. When my middle child makes a funny it sometimes goes unnoticed (he’ll usually say it under his breath). When my youngest does it he just drops the mic. Each of them at the end of any given day can tell me about a joke they cracked through their experiences and how the person was so lame that they didn’t get it. That’s right, if people don’t get their humor the kids aren’t the problem the people are. (I’m a bit biased lol)

You see, my goal isn’t to raise chameleons. My goal is to raise proper humans that aren’t jerks and know how to laugh and have fun. All while serving the one and only Son of God Jesus Christ. Life isn’t a popularity contest. It’s new to all of us. We need to enjoy being who we are with our individual sense of style, humor and personality. I’ve noticed to many parents comparing their kids to others instead of embracing who they’ve been raising. I am not the perfect momager I promise! But I am the perfect one for them and they are perfect for me.

If your kid is trying to brighten someone’s day and attempts to make them laugh…..let them. It might not be perfect comedic timing but, it’ll give them the opportunity to learn who their audience is and who might not be. Either way there should be a learning in every laugh.

In his love

Mrs_Noso

Plain Rude

I did something out of my comfort zone recently.

This Saturday I woke up with an important project on my mind. For this project I chose to look my best. So, I woke up early, picked my clothes, showered, did my hair and makeup and was ready to go! On most days this would be a normal occurrence, but, for a working mother of three (during a pandemic) it’s less then normal.

Anyway, I felt cute. I even took a selfie! From the perfect angle of course. You know, the one where you hold the phone super high and tilt your head ever so slightly while giving your camera the look of death. YUP THAT ONE!

So now, I’m ready to start my project. Everyone is sitting around the table and the camera is rolling. Suddenly, all I could think about was how I looked. Were my rolls showing? Am I sitting up straight enough? Are my hips visibly hanging over the seat? Every thought in my mind of me being cute was now out the window. POOF!!!……… GONE! All confidence shot to hell!

Now, don’t get me wrong. I was confident in what I was saying. I was sincere and present in the moment, but initially my mind was off to the races! Now after we were done I wanted to see a few photos that were taken. And of course my fears became a reality I looked atrocious!!!

Of Course, like any good wife, I vented to my husband about it that evening.

Here we are in bed and I go off about myself. I tell him that I looked chunky and that I shouldn’t have been in front of the camera. I told him that I need to lose more weight and my current efforts are failing miserably. I told him I looked like a potato!! YUP A POTATO!! Yes, I told my husband that the women of his choosing. The mother of his children, and the one he plans to grow old with looked like trash……..(YIKES)……Then he looks up at me with his big orange eyes and simply says “No, Dinorah, you look like you’re sitting at a table having a conversation”.

He didn’t tell me I was beautiful. He didn’t tell me it’ll be ok. He didn’t play into my self pity. He told me “No”. It was then I realized I wasn’t insulting just myself. I was insulting him. I was talking about his wife. I was talking about someone he loves. In that very instant I made a decision to NEVER insult myself again!

Now, it might be difficult because I tell him how I feel about everything…… but it’s not healthy for him to hear about my feelings all of the time. I came to understand that I’m much more critical of myself then anyone else. I also realized that when I insult myself I’m also insulting him.

Please, hear my heart. It IS ok to speak to your spouse about your insecurities and pain. I’m not saying that it’s not. In fact it’s healthy. However, it’s not ok to verbally abuse yourself and expect your spouse not to hurt from it too. They also have feelings and most of the time they keep it to themselves because of your insecurities. Them saying “NO” should be enough.

So, if you regularly speak ill of yourself please STOP. It doesn’t help, it doesn’t change anything, and it’s just plain RUDE! Love yourself because Christ loves you.

Love always,

MrsNoso

3 Square Meals

The Lord answers prayers!

Thursday is the day my husband and I have off together. So, I wake up bright and early and take care of most of the household chores. Since my husband works evenings he sleeps in and I get started bright and early. Usually, by the time he wakes up everything’s done. But, for some reason on Wednesday night I was overwhelmed. I was overwhelmed by the thought of my to do list. So like any good and tired wife I sent the list to my husband Chris and asked for some help……….and I quote “Please pick a few items from this list that YOU will take care of for CasaNoso minimum of 4 and send me your response 1.Publi 2. Bjs 3. Vet @ 3pm and PetSmart 4. Laundry 5.breakfast 6.lunch 7.dinner 8.homeschooling 9. window qote @ 1pm.” His response: Vet, PetSmart, Window guy, publix………………….i thought it was all of the easy stuff………….nonetheless, it was on the list, and I’m thankful that he played along. So, as I stared at my to do list I just kept thinking I really DO NOT WANT TO COOK . I just don’t. I know that once I get in the kitchen it is so hard to get out………but……..he didn’t pick any of the meals. It was now up to me to make it happen. So I told God…..I don’t want to cook. And I went to bed.

Now, it’s 8am Thursday and I am ready to go Walmart (I decided against BJs.) I text my sister in law just to see if she needs anything. Instead, she offers breakfast. I say no. I said no, because I still had a bunch to do, and I just didn’t have the time to stop. Does she listen? NO. And I’m glad she didn’t. Without realizing it, God was using her to answer my prayer. You see, She didn’t just bring me breakfast but, she packed breakfast for my entire family and delivered it to my house. That is an answered prayer! That was one less thing I had to do. I immediately felt some much needed relief.

Now, it’s 1pm. and Chris is holding up his end of the bargain. He’s dealing with the “window guy”. Here I am, in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to make for lunch. Out of no where, the door bell rings. It just so happens to be one of my favorite guys. MY DAD!!! So, I open the door and he hands me a plate of food. Weird right?? Apparently, Chris had been asking my mom for bacalaitos for months. She just so happened to decide that Thursday, the day after the Wednesday, that I felt overwhelmed, would be the day she would make them. Oh, and have them delivered! I WAS OVER THE MOON! Now, my dad leaves and minutes later the door bell rings AGAIN!!!!! It’s my mother in law………..she missed cooking for us and brought us DINNER…………….DINNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD IS GOOD!!!!!!!! 3 square meals, just like that. They were cooked with love, and delivered free of charge. WHAT A BLESSING!

For you that might not be a big thing, for me, it was an answered prayer. I’m not going to sugar coat it, life is not always gum drops and rose buds. It can get overwhelming, tiresome and stress filled. Work is hard. Managing a home is hard. Trying to stay healthy and keep your family healthy is hard. Being alone is hard. But, as I tell my kids all of the time. YOU CAN DO HARD THINGS. I can handle everything that comes my way and so can you. These 3 square meals were a reminder that God meets me where I am. I don’t have to go to the mountain top and be alone with him for him to hear me. He meets me in the kitchen. He meets me at the grocery store. He sees my every need and he finds people to bless me. He can do that for you too. Stop making excuses and just let God meet you right where you are. In your stress, in your sickness, in your lack. Reach out to him. It’s worth it. When you are faithful he will use people to bless you.

With love,

Mrs_Noso.