Last night was rough. Craig asked me this morning, “Did we sleep? I mean, did we even sleep?” I’m willing to say we got two hours of consecutive sleep. Maybe two and a half. Lila was sick. And loud. And…
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Someone would rather watch Blue’s Clues than eat.
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Another conversation with my husband.
**Weird font and spacing issues today. No idea why. Not willing to spend the time to figure it out. A conversation that happened between my husband and I several weeks ago and about a jillion times since. Note before reading:…
Lila Love: Tea party
This morning we had a change of plans. Our childcare person had some other items she had to tend to so I got to spend the morning with my ladies. Well, Vivienne goes to bed for her first nap of…
Baby Product Review: Ergo Sport Baby Carrier
I bought an Ergo Baby sport baby carrier back when Lila was a bit younger. Loved it with her. Then I got pregnant and had to stop wearing it because who needs to have a 25 lb. kid on your…
Apropos
I’d like to invite you to take a peek into my world. Specifically, my work world. This painting is hung on the unisex bathroom door in our small office. (The other offices don’t have anything nearly this… awesome.) It was a…
My child’s advocate.
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Friday night with the ladies
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Uh-huh. And I prefer coke over water. Who cares.
Did ya’ll see this article? It appears that my fellow American citizens, when asked if they’d prefer to have their ONE child be a son or a daughter, have chosen sons. Humpf. Is this really a boys are better than…
Yeah, I’m probably done with that.
I like to see celebrity babies. (Who doesn’t like to see cute kiddos?) But this made me have second thoughts. Yep. I think I’m done clicking on any babies-of-celebrities “news” stories, unless they’re endorsed by the actual celebrities. I cannot…
I’m not an ice cream person.
We very rarely have ice cream in the freezer. We’re not big on it. (I’d rather have cake. Or a cake.) — Still, in honor of Lila’s birthday we have this. And every time I eat it I want to…
Contentment, not to be confused with condiments…
**Sorry that this post was here and then gone… I’m not sure what happened. It’s back now. (8:34 p.m. MT.) Whoever wrote, “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence” was one perceptive cookie. It’s true….
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holidays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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