Full Moon Shenanigans

Kyle loves being funny.

Kyle: He wasn’t himself yesterday, he seemed a little pushy and demanding. At one point he got the dresser pulled out from the kitchen doorway and scooted into the kitchen quickly. Vance was in the bathroom. I hollered for him, but Devyn happen to be here for dinner and came running to help. Kyle can be like a pit bull in a china shop on a bad day. Devyn got him out of the kitchen quickly. These kids of ours are worth their weight in gold!

I could see the look on Vance’s face a few minutes later…..dread. My husband is a smart man and within a half an hour came up with a plan: He anchored the dresser to the kitchen cupboard, so Kyle couldn’t pull the dresser out of the door away.

I did hear Kyle in the night once. I was in the deepest fevered sleep, and subconsciously knew I needed to get up but I just couldn’t seem to get out of my sleep. When I woke this morning everything looked unharmed. Last night was the full moon. He can get a little wild on a full moon night.


Death Warmed Over

Beauty tips: I have felt a bit humbled lately by my appearance. I look like death warmed over. I’ve been very pale and wrinkled looking, being so dehydrated due to the UTI. Other than the twenty four hours that I didn’t fever a few days ago, I am fevered and chilled every day. I hate being cold! My hair is really greasy from being ill each day. I wash it, and a few hours later I look like I just rolled out of bed. I’m not going to win any beauty contests this week. To the right is a pic of what I look like lately and below is what I usually look like. But in the grand scheme of things, my appearance is low on the priority list right now. The day I packed, what did I bring for beauty products? Shampoo, conditioner, blush (to hide the pasty white look) and lipstick. I have owned more antibiotics in the past four weeks, than beauty products. I will leave the sleek put-together look to the teenage girls. Teens today seem to be more put-together, than we were as teenagers. Honestly, how do they look so good?  It must be that they have extra time to groom in the morning. I might try that tomorrow, after I roll off my air mattress, which is quite comfy I might add.

Healthy Me.

Being absent minded is something I come by genetically, but lately I like to blame it on being under the weather. I was wearing my handy-dandy, dollar store reading glasses a couple of days ago, when one arm broke off. I was picking Mom up, and didn’t have time to get a new pair before hand, so we went around town with me wearing my glasses with one arm. Then I broke the second arm while we were shopping and I was just balancing them on my nose. I still forgot to pick up a new pair, and went back to the apartment to cook dinner the night everyone came over. When I went to take the brownies out of the oven, the armless glasses fell off my nose, and slid down the oven door and into the oven. I tried to rescue them using a spatula, but it took too long and a disgusting, burning-plastic smell, began to fill the apartment. I wore them since it was all I had, and I was down to one lens that was usable. I texted Charity explaining to her what had happened, could she pick me up a new pair? Her response, “Wow, Mom, just wow!” Ya, I tend to have that effect on people. She bought me two new pairs and brought them over … nice daughter.

Melted glasses.

I feel a bit like that spiritually… lately. I feel like a pair of dollar-store glasses. Every part of my life is being pulled apart till there is just one lens left. I’ve been through the oven and part of me has melted. But I keep going  in faith and hope, that the grand Master has a beautiful plan, and will give me a shiny new pair of glasses, and maybe miraculously a few less wrinkles…..soon I hope.

Isaiah 40:31 NKJV

But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings as eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.



Believing and hoping.

Cindy Seaton


Author: cindyseaton69

I am the author of Beauty From Ashes: A Mother's Journey from Bitterness to Hope.