Happy birthday, Mom. A lot has changed in this past year. I’ve made some changes. I’ve changed the day-in and day-out schedule of my life because I felt like I needed to. I needed to spend more time with the…
Archives for January 2016
Happy Birthday, Webslinger.
Last night she was brushing her teeth and as her little mouth was full of strawberry-flavored toothpaste and an Incredible Hulk toothbrush, her eyes welled up with tears and she started to cry. With a mouth full of toothpaste, she…
2016 Golden Globes Fashion Recap
Jewel-tones. Zombie brides. Plunging necklines. Sparkles. And white. Let’s dig in, shall we? So normally when I start watching these red carpets I immediately spot what I love and what I don’t. The first awards season of the year wasn’t…
Kids Playroom Makeover: Our little surprise…
So, we have this little room at the top of our house. It’s kind of random. The little room has 9 windows, no air-conditioning and great natural light. It has a nice high ceiling, too. I considered it for my…
Hearty Beef Stew: 21 Day Fix Approved
So eating well happens slowly… over time. Making small changes over time adds up! Looking forward to trying this stew. Yum. Ingredients: 1½ lb. raw lean beef stew meat, boneless 1½ medium onions, chopped 2 medium tomatoes, chopped ¼ cup…
Recommittment.
Re-commiting. Oh, sweet Two Pretzels blog… how I have missed you. Many moons ago I started this blog because I needed an outlet. I wanted to be witty and whimsical and light. But this space became so much more than…
![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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