This post has been rated slightly melodramatic and lengthy, but valid. At one point this past weekend I exclaimed that I was in LOVE with Mexico. Then, less than 24 hours – I was in HATE with Mexico. Such is…
Archives for May 2012
For the record.
I simply cannot wait to sit down, put my feet up and blog tonight. —
AH!
Dear blog, I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. However, I took a much-needed few of days off so that I could enjoy our houseguest and go out of town on a little weekend away. I will get back…
Heaven
And we're in La Paz this weekend. We went here and it was amazing. It's Balandra beach and it's phenomenal — potentially my favorite place in Baja California Sur. More pics to come.
Job well done, brother. Job.Well.Done.
As an American, I thank you. As your sister, I couldn’t be more proud. Thank you for your service. Brother – I love you to the moon and back. —
Collecting sea shells
Always dust. Everywhere I turn.
Craig’s Mom arrives tomorrow and we’re all excited to see her. However, in preparation for her visit I’m attempting to clean and organize, because seriously? YOU would do the same thing if your mother-in-law was staying at your house for…
At some point in my life I will have a garden gnome collection.
I don’t live next to this person, but I sort of wish I did. (As Craig pointed out, imagine how easy it would be to explain to people where you live? “Yeah, we’re right next door to the lady* with…
Ladies Lunes: The one’s almost 3 and the other one is almost 16 months.
Dear Lila and Vivienne, You make me laugh. The two of you make me laugh. You’re becoming a duo; a force to be reckoned with… Lila, you must sit by Vivienne at breakfast, lunch and dinner. “I sit a next…
Indeed. That's a truck full of watermelon.
Happy Birthday, Two Pretzels!
Today is my blog’s 6th birthday. 🙂 I can’t begin to tell you how happy this makes me. I love this space. To you, the reader: Thank you, kind soul, for reading. Thank you for commenting. Thank you for being…
Randomness
My next tattoo. You may or may not have heard this in my house last night: Me: “I’m going to go in and read books to Lila. You are going to figure out where you can go to buy me…
![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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