Dreams

April 20, 2015

Last night I had a dream that Thursday’s upcoming sonogram revealed quite clearly that this baby is a girl. 

It does not change the way I feel about this baby not does it change my prediction. I know not to believe my dreams, especially the pregnant ones: those ex-boyfriends are not still in love with me nearly two decades later, and my stepmother does not recycle nail clippings. 

Dreams are funny things. That said, of all my crazy pregnant dreams that one is the most likely to come true, and that would mean breaking a family record standing for over one hundred years. 


Redundant

March 14, 2015

I know, I know. I say this every year. But for the love of whatever it is you love, people:

STOP ASKING THE BUSY PERSON! Find a lonely person. Find a new person. Reach out. Stop doing what’s easy because the busy person will always do it and then your task is done. The busy person is BUSY. 


Of Monkeys and Such

March 11, 2015

Curious George did a fantastic job of raising Little Red during my pregnancy with Boy Blue. As a result, when that impish toddler wasn’t trying to convince me to name his new brother after himself he thought we should name him George. 

The other night as I was tucking in the boys I asked Blue if he had any thoughts for naming the new baby. He replied “George,” then after a brief pause, “Lucas.”


The Best Way to Start a Family

March 9, 2015

When we shared the news with the boys that I was pregnant it was hard to tell how Blue felt about it because Red’s reaction was so huge it made the rest of us look unhappy by comparison. He screamed with joy and bounded across the room to smother me in hugs and kisses. And he said the two sweetest things:

“I’ve been wishing on dandelions for this.”

and

“Being a big brother to Blue was the best thing ever, I’m so glad he gets to experience that too!”


Anxiety Girl and Self Examination

February 28, 2015

Mr. Anxiety Girl says he wishes she wouldn’t worry so much. She wonders how someone who loves her would deprive her of her superpower. 

She’s also still waiting to see how she can use her superpower for good. 

Maybe she’s a villain. That would explain a few things. 


And now, the rest of the news

February 20, 2015

Surprise!
I’m pregnant.


All the News that’s Fit to Print

February 15, 2015

Yeah, I guess the Valentine’s post of this morning was a bit of a surprise after my year-long hiatus. I’d call it a sabbatical but I had been blogging more than seven years before the break.

It’s just that with Little Bird Tales and Cherry Blossoms {The Blog} and teaching piano and volunteering at school and serving my two callings and learning to put myself on the list I just couldn’t write about myself.

I did a lot of reading, though. Sometimes I run out of words and ideas and need to refill.

I’ve been busy. And I am busier. This winter I had a very strong impression to get a real job. So as soon as the kids went back to school in January I started working as a legal secretary.

Because I am a delusional crazy person I thought I could add a thirty-hour a week job to my life and not drop anything I was juggling. Of course I was wrong. There have been adjustments. There have been hiccups. There have been surprises. Paul and I are working through everything and wrapping our heads around our new reality. Not everything that’s going on is ready yet for prime time.

As soon as I started working all sorts of expensive calamities hit us, so we are no further with our goals than before but I finally have the emotional resilience to not completely shut down with these expensive surprises. It’s so nice to be able to say “well that sucks, there goes my paycheque” instead of panicking about another charge on our card that’ll never get paid off.

Progress.

Maybe this is the missing link to the mystery of my high blood pressure. Regardless, it feels good to be contributing to the family finances and I enjoy working. Now I just need to figure out exercising, cooking, cleaning, laundry, and keeping up with my other jobs, callings, and volunteer commitments. I just emailed a request to be released from one of my callings (the less demanding one) and one big volunteer thing wraps up in two weeks, so that’ll help. The job will not be long term, and there’s some comfort there, too.


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