September 6, 2016
Sometimes
when your husband gets angry because you forgot to turn off the extra alarm so that he could sleep
when your zipper on your dress breaks just when you're ready to walk out the door
when your shoulder is still so injured that you can't fasten the replacement dress on your own and have to ask for help
when you are already feeling behind in grading in week three
when you are in a holding pattern for the foreseeable future with finances
when you suddenly discover you have a host of unexpected errands to run after school, but then realize that the car is on empty and isn't going anywhere until you hit the gas station
when you need paperwork to be filled out for a Leave of Absence and discover that your idea of leave and the doctor's might not be the same, so you've got to come back AGAIN to pick it up after the office manager clarifies the time frame
when you send a check but they have to have cash
when you have to go to the bank to get cash, but thirty-five other people get there first
when you have to go to another bank to deal with unreasonable bank rules that are revictimizing your daughter, who is already having to replace every stolen item from her purse
when you realize that once again, the house isn't going to be picked up because OHMYGOODNESS this day has been a long line of irritants
Well,
sometimes, you just have to treat yourself to ice cream, chalk this day up to one to put behind you, and you have to remind yourself that even with the day you've just had, you have it pretty good.
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Monday, September 5, 2016
Because Today Was a Holiday
September 5, 2016
I'm not saying this happened today. I'm not saying it didn't.
My desire to weigh less and my desire to eat a chocolate eclair in my car by myself are sometimes at odds. Sometimes the eclair wins, people. Sometimes, the chocolate eclair wins.
I'm not saying this happened today. I'm not saying it didn't.
My desire to weigh less and my desire to eat a chocolate eclair in my car by myself are sometimes at odds. Sometimes the eclair wins, people. Sometimes, the chocolate eclair wins.
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Not How We Thought Our Sunday Would Go
September 4, 2016
Bree stayed over at Nicole's house last night, and this morning I got a call from her. She was distressed and upset, and told me that she had discovered her car had been broken into and her purse and wallet had been stolen. We spent the afternoon getting her window fixed (no small feat on a three day holiday weekend), and she had to begin the irksome, frustrating, and tedious process of cancelling credit cards and notifying banks. It was heartbreaking to see her have to go through all of that, but to be honest I'm glad it happened here instead of back in Los Angeles, because her dad and I were here to help support her through the process. Here's my take away from the situation:
To the person who stole my daughter's wallet and smashed her window: maybe you're a terrible person, maybe you're in desperate need. I don't know. But despite having to jump through all the hoops we weren't planning to this Sunday, my daughter is fine, and I still believe that most people are good. You can't steal that.
Bree stayed over at Nicole's house last night, and this morning I got a call from her. She was distressed and upset, and told me that she had discovered her car had been broken into and her purse and wallet had been stolen. We spent the afternoon getting her window fixed (no small feat on a three day holiday weekend), and she had to begin the irksome, frustrating, and tedious process of cancelling credit cards and notifying banks. It was heartbreaking to see her have to go through all of that, but to be honest I'm glad it happened here instead of back in Los Angeles, because her dad and I were here to help support her through the process. Here's my take away from the situation:
To the person who stole my daughter's wallet and smashed her window: maybe you're a terrible person, maybe you're in desperate need. I don't know. But despite having to jump through all the hoops we weren't planning to this Sunday, my daughter is fine, and I still believe that most people are good. You can't steal that.
Saturday, September 3, 2016
I'll Take it When I Can Get It
September 3, 2016
As the kids are getting older and moving into lives of their own, it's rarer and rarer for all the kids to be all together with me at once. Last night Bree came home for a visit in time to join us at Family Dinner Night (Kunisana restaurant), and then we got to hang out all afternoon today. We had a Mom-and-Kids lunch together at Tofa's, and then the girls and I headed out to get massages and pedicures. I invited Nicholas to join us for the spa experience, but he declined. I think he thought it was too girly, but I really do think he might have enjoyed it! Another example of gender stereotypes limiting our experiences...just sayin'.
As the kids are getting older and moving into lives of their own, it's rarer and rarer for all the kids to be all together with me at once. Last night Bree came home for a visit in time to join us at Family Dinner Night (Kunisana restaurant), and then we got to hang out all afternoon today. We had a Mom-and-Kids lunch together at Tofa's, and then the girls and I headed out to get massages and pedicures. I invited Nicholas to join us for the spa experience, but he declined. I think he thought it was too girly, but I really do think he might have enjoyed it! Another example of gender stereotypes limiting our experiences...just sayin'.
Friday, September 2, 2016
More Recalibrating
September 2, 2016
In addition to letting my blogging fall by the wayside, I've only been hit and miss on getting my 10,000 steps everyday since my diagnosis and subsequent surgeries. Even though there's still more do on the health horizon, I'm trying to get back on board with getting my steps every night. Tonight, that meant walking around the block about six times on my own, my music blaring in my ears. I could have ventured out further, but there seemed to be an awful lot of sirens blaring in the not-to-distant streets, so I kept close to home. Hopefully Doug will still be walking with me most nights, so that won't be such a concern. Thank goodness the weather is starting to be more reasonable, because my goodness, I can't stand the 100 degree weather at 11:00 at night!
In addition to letting my blogging fall by the wayside, I've only been hit and miss on getting my 10,000 steps everyday since my diagnosis and subsequent surgeries. Even though there's still more do on the health horizon, I'm trying to get back on board with getting my steps every night. Tonight, that meant walking around the block about six times on my own, my music blaring in my ears. I could have ventured out further, but there seemed to be an awful lot of sirens blaring in the not-to-distant streets, so I kept close to home. Hopefully Doug will still be walking with me most nights, so that won't be such a concern. Thank goodness the weather is starting to be more reasonable, because my goodness, I can't stand the 100 degree weather at 11:00 at night!
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Let's Try This Again
Sept. 1, 2016
I've been away for awhile. Last year I took on a new Master's degree program (M.A. in Education, emphasis in Reading), and then was unexpectedly diagnosed with breast cancer. (Okay--I suppose that 'unexpectedly' was unnecessary. When does one ever expect a breast cancer diagnosis?) So between my classes and my surgeries, in addition to my regular full-time job and parenting and wife-ing and life-ing, my blog got away from me. Now here we are nearly two weeks into the new school year, and the first of September is upon us, and I figure this is about as good a time as any to jump back onto the writing merry-go-round.
Welcome, September. Wish me well!
I've been away for awhile. Last year I took on a new Master's degree program (M.A. in Education, emphasis in Reading), and then was unexpectedly diagnosed with breast cancer. (Okay--I suppose that 'unexpectedly' was unnecessary. When does one ever expect a breast cancer diagnosis?) So between my classes and my surgeries, in addition to my regular full-time job and parenting and wife-ing and life-ing, my blog got away from me. Now here we are nearly two weeks into the new school year, and the first of September is upon us, and I figure this is about as good a time as any to jump back onto the writing merry-go-round.
Welcome, September. Wish me well!
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