• I hate to do this, but I am going to remove the ability to post comments “Anonymously” on this blog. There is something fun and mysterious to me about some of you leaving comments without your name. It makes me feel like there are sweet people out there, who I don’t even know, that care about our lives. Unfortunately, there are also people in this world who like to say unkind things under their anonymous guise. I am completely OK with people disagreeing with me, or even feeling the need to call me out in areas you think I am in the wrong. However, if you intend to make a strong statement, then I believe its only right that you should have the courage to put your name to it. Otherwise, you’re just a coward. I hope this doesn’t mean an end to the sweet anonymous friends I’ve made…



  • I bought Jeremiah and I tickets to go see the Eagles sold out concert for his 30th birthday. I searched the internet over (including eBay), back in March, and the cheapest tickets I could find were $113. When you add on the processing fee and shipping, I ended up spending $261. Whew! That’s some money for a concert, but they ARE incredible and when would we have the chance again…

    Then life happened and now, on Saturday May 17th, Jeremiah is going to be in Montana and I am going to be at the beach INSTEAD of in Atlanta at this amazing concert. SO, I was going to see if any of you are interested in buying these from us. I just want to sell them for what I bought them for. The seats are section: lawn; seats: row G5, 96 and 97. If you are interested then email me at abbymadd@gmail.com

    Have a happy Mother’s Day weekend!


  • All mothers know that with the birth of children, showers suddenly become a luxury. Let me amend that, a shower is a luxury that does not involve A) You trying to fool your child into believing that your shower is really a game you’re playing with them by constantly sticking your head out and making silly faces and/or noises. B) Your neck muscles are in a knot because the baby is screaming and you know the other child is only moments away from acting out in anger towards the screaming baby. C) A child getting soaking wet because they feel like now is the perfect time to carry on a conversation–with their head jutted into what you hoped would be your one quiet haven. OR D) And perhaps worst of all, complete silence. Then you have to tell yourself, “Well, I know that there is some huge (and possibly dangerous) mess being made somewhere out there right now, but I choose to remain blissfully ignorant and I’ll just say a prayer that God keeps them safe and he’ll allot me the patience I need to deal with the mess whenever I get out.”

    The other option is to shower when the children are sleeping. This is my normal routine, but I’ve started to question it. Those moments when they are both snoozing are so rare, and so precious, that it seems like a waste to use them on my shower. I could be blogging, or reading, or (more realistically) dealing with the mess strewn all over my house, or making dinner. Instead, I’m spending 45 minutes showering and dressing. Just think what we could accomplish if we could throw hygiene out the window. I know I did in college! It was in no way out of the ordinary for me to go 2 or 3 days without a shower. During the week, everybody came to class in T-shirts, the same pair of jeans they’d been wearing the week before, and hair in a pony-tail. I was studying at night, my boyfriend was 2 hours away, why in the heck would I take the time to shower daily?

    Then there’s Jeremiah, who showers at least twice a day and cannot stand for me to skip a day. He used to call me, when I was in school, and ask me how many days we were up to at this point–with no shower. I always thought it was just a big joke between us, and it was sort of, but soon after we were married I discovered that it was genuinely disturbing to him. So, I made a showering commitment–shower, little make-up, and dressed in something decent. Every day, no matter what, even though I am at home with two little mess makers all day. My Mom used to tell me that I should give him something to look forward to coming home to–a wife who took care of herself (although she didn’t always follow this advice herself :)).

    My friend/SIL Ashley asked me the other day if I missed working. It made me think, and I realized that I don’t miss working at all. What I do miss more than anything else is being able to have complete thoughts. To sit quietly and use my mind to work through something without being in a panicky hurry, or being interrupted, is what I miss most. I also miss my friends, and the feeling of contributing monetarily to our family, and being able to plan for myself what I want to get done in a day and actually do it–but the thinking and the quiet seem like the rarest commodities.

    This is where that shower during nap time comes back in. My shower and my run are the two times during the day when I get that quiet, complete thought provoking kind of time. The run necessitates the shower, and I feel like I plan my day around how to get both things accomplished. While I sometimes start to get the productivity itch, dreaming of what I could get done in my day if I knocked out these two “luxuries,” I think that without them, my brain might go to mush and my overall well-being would probably soon follow. So, after hashing all this out with you all, I think I’ve decided that the answer to the shower question is “YES, I do deserve a quiet, daily, shower!”

    These are my two shower disturbers at 6 months. Pace on the left and Mary Aplin on the right. If your smile looked like theirs, I might forgive you for disturbing my showers too!