Forgive me. It’s Tuesday night and I should be writing tomorrow’s post, but instead I’m sitting around hanging out with my mother-in-law and her son. You’ll forgive me, right? She leaves manaña. Boo. P.S. It’s been an incredible visit with…
Archives for October 2012
On Halloween. A reminder.
This has been all around the interweb and should be required reading. Just remember… “In a few days, a lot of creatures will visit your door. Be open minded. The child who is grabbing more than one piece of candy…
On sisters. Birthday edition.
Oh, oh, oh, I love today. Not because it’s a Monday — because Mondays aren’t usually all that amazing. But this Monday is different. It’s my little sister’s birthday. TARYN! Happy birthday. It’s a milestone birthday! Much like your sixteenth…
On Marriage. Nine Years.
This hangs in our bedroom. So let’s talk, “happily ever after”, shall we? When you’re a little girl, often times at ONE point you dream of princes and horses and pumpkin carriages and poofy wedding dresses and then of course,…
WHY DO MY YOLKS ALWAYS BREAK?
I adore eggs. I love them so much. Every whicha-way: hard boiled, fried, poached, over-easy, scrambled… Still, there is some sort of Universal Cooking Law for Kylee that states that I WILL break the yolk in the first two eggs…
Creepy.
The man with the yellow hat is really the man with a whole yellow outfit. It’s not ok for a man to wear yellow pants, a yellow shirt and a yellow tie and a yellow hat with what appears to…
Respectful cleaning for mother-in-laws
Because my mother-in-law is arriving on Tuesday, I spent the weekend doing what most daughters-in-law do before their husband’s mother arrives to spend eight days at their home. I dusted. I used pledge. (I had to buy a can. Do…
My Lila.
So it was bedtime for Lila and we had just gotten through reading a couple of books, one of which was The Very Fairy Princess Here Comes the Flower Girl. Lila: I am going to get married. Me: You are?!…
People change when they want to change.
I’d like to offer a hearty thank you to the handful of people who felt inspired enough to vocalize their thoughts regarding the coke I was drinking today. Your message was not appreciated or heard because the entire time I…
Words with Friends
As it appears I’m horrendous Words with Friends player. Basically I play so that other people can win. (You’re welcome. I like to think that I’m a slightly intelligent person; nothing too astounding, but I can hold my own. But…
Tearful Ballet. Lila’s life lesson #1.
So I have this daughter. And she’s a lot like me. But then again, she’s nothing like me. She’s funny and ridiculous and high-energy. But then again, she’s cautious and slightly anxious and shy and somewhat uneasy in new situations….
I’m here!
We have some mandatory training for my day job every morning this week and life is HECTIC. I might just need a free pass this week. 🙂 I miss blogging and I’m trying to figure out a computer situation because…
![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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