August 14, 2016
Poor Blue. He spent an absolutely blissful week in Michigan, just him and his doting grandparents. He had a perfect week and came home yesterday so happy.
This morning he is hiding under the covers, trying to sleep, while Babyzilla runs the roost.
Holiday’s over, kid. Welcome back home. Sorry it kind of sucks. (He’ll be happy about things in a few hours.)
August 9, 2016
This afternoon I was talking with my friend about an experience I had had with Blue a few weeks prior. It was a shameful example of how not to parent and one that I hope I never forget (how could I?) so that I never ever do that again. I relayed to her how it had taken me days after, wondering how to deal with myself. Without the luxury of time I couldn’t wallow for long, feeling like an unfit mother, so I quickly went to wondering what to do about myself. What’s a good outlet for my emotions? (Screaming at children had become my outlet but it was exactly that I was trying to eliminate.) I honestly didn’t know. After days and weeks of questioning I’ve only come up with one answer: exercise. (If there are other healthy outlets for emotions please tell me because I honestly can’t think of any.) So as much fun as this summer has been, and it really has been, I’m counting down for school to start so that hopefully I can excise some of this crazy before I lose it over something trivial again.
So this afternoon Amanda and I were discussing this, and this evening I found in my Facebook memories that on this day two years ago I opened up a discussion about self care, soliciting ideas.
I see a pattern here in my inability and complete lack of knowledge in caring for myself.
August 7, 2016
It’s important to never let things be too predictable; you don’t want your relationship to get stale, so last night as we celebrated our anniversary at Pappas Bros., the best steakhouse in Dallas, I surprised Paul and did not order the salmon. For the first time ever I ordered a steak, and I ate it all.
(Donating blood earlier in the day was carefully planned with our dinner in mind.)
I probably didn’t record it anywhere because of my blogging hiatus last year — we went to Roy’s.
July 17, 2016
The problem with sleeping when the baby sleeps is that leaves you exactly zero time to feel like a human, or do absolutely anything.
Of course, if you don’t sleep you don’t feel human anyway.
July 13, 2016
We are asteroids
floating through space:
at times colliding, crashing, breaking
–a violent cacophony;
but most of the time
–alone and lost.
July 8, 2016
It finally came close enough to home last night that this morning I started the dialogue with my children. And yet I feel guilty that I waited this long, that I waited until it was personal to us. It’s been personal to other people, it’s been just as important, just as upsetting, just as scary, but I kept my family in a secluded little bubble as long as I could.
This morning I struggled to find the words. I don’t have the vocabulary to accurately reflect what’s going on.
Our country is broken. Our people are hurting and they are responding to hate with hate. We do not know how to control our anger. We demand respect without giving it. Justice is not being applying equally. We demand retribution, making others hurt in a fruitless attempt to heal our own pain. We are losing. And last night your friends’ dad was called in from watching a ball game with his kids to don his SWAT gear and enter what he described as a war zone. He survived but some of his fellow officers did not.
Our plans after swimming lessons were to go downtown, near-ish the horrible events, to a museum. The area surrounding the museum has been cleared as of early this morning but I laid it all out to the boys and let them decide whether we would go or not.
We decided that we will not live in fear (a personal decision I have made years ago and continue to make every time something scary happens,) and that art has healing properties, but that it was a bit too soon. (And I think my boys are tired. Also, they thought we were going to the science museum and not the art museum, which is closer to the events and has a delayed opening today, but more interactive exhibits.)
We have committed ourselves to seek out and to share beauty and love. We are going to send fun mail and do kind things. Love is the only answer.
July 7, 2016
Although I had Nutella on graham crackers while making supper tonight I still planned to polish off the ice cream in the freezer.
And I did.
It’s important to keep the goals you set. I can sleep well feeling accomplished tonight.