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

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.


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.

My Funny Valentine

February 15, 2015

Against all odds we went on our Valentine’s date without children and on Valentine’s Day. I guess we are starting to get the hang of things. (Valentine’s Day being on a Saturday was a major player in this success as Saturdays are very good days for me, had the holiday been another day is likely have campaigned to celebrate on Saturday anyway.)

We had reservations for some fancy restaurant in town but cancelled the day before when we realized we wouldn’t be able to order off the regular menu, the whole night was a special Valentine’s menu with a prix fixe of $75 per person.

So we went to our favourite pizza place, Cavalli. We got there ten minutes after they opened (sun still shining) and had no problem getting a seat. We were definitely the best dressed. But our strawberry spinach salad was on point and our lobster pizza was good and we were as well fed as we would have been for so much more elsewhere.

At the end of the meal he excused himself to talk with whom we believe to be the owner because he noticed the Help Wanted sign on the door and he’s always wanted to learn how to cook with a wood fired oven and even though he already has a good job and it’s a demanding one maybe they’d let him work just a few hours a week and was it tacky and did I mind if he talked to them on our Valentine’s date? I didn’t mind. I was happy to see him so happy. I pulled out my phone and sent some young women related texts while he was away. Non conventional, perhaps, but he was so happy when he returned with an application that it made my night.

We had a quick errand to run, which followed our meal. We needed a specific design of duck tape which we had been informed was only available at Walmart so we took the childless opportunity to go to Satan’s Playground. It was 6 pm on Valentine’s Day at the parking lot was packed. We did not quickly find what we needed because store layouts are becoming increasingly poorly planned but eventually we did and quickly made our escape, laughing at how we really know how to do a classy date.

Who cares? We are old people who went to dinner at 5.

I’ve had it in my head for weeks that I wanted a real dessert. Something special, something decadent. So we set out in search of a bakery still open and found one near our farmers market with twenty minutes to spare. We left with caramel pecan apple bread. Not exactly the pastry or other special treat I had in mind but it looked really good and had won Taste of Coppell so we tried it. (And also because we are old boring people who don’t eat sugar often.)

We picked up the boys from our friends place, with whom we had swapped babysitting, got them to bed on time, and curled up on the couch to finally watch Better Call Saul where I fell asleep. (Not because of the show. Because I’m an old person.)

And we were happy.