- Last week was ridiculously long but it ended with Elliot’s 7th birthday. In the morning he opened cards from my aunt, my grandparents, and my mom. I sent mini cupcakes with him to school. When he got home, he opened his gifts (which he was super excited about!), we worked out , and then he chose Pizza Hut. We never go there but it was his choice. It actually turned out really well. We got one pizza and breadsticks and our waiter – who was also the manager – forgot to put the breadsticks in. So we ended up getting both those and this huge chocolate chip cookie for free! We hadn’t counted on that so we still took him out for ice cream. Got home pretty late but it was such a nice evening.
- We had a few funky nights last week: Isaac woke up a few times and Baby Girl had a night where she woke at 3 and I had no idea what her deal was. Finally, I figured it out: she was just starving!
- Late Friday evening, Ash and I were still up and we heard a pretty loud pop. Then the power went out. It was out for a bit before Isaac woke up and spazzed out because it was dark in his room. He’s had quite a few issues with that lately. So it’s one AM and the boy is awake with us. He and Ash took the flashlight and adventured outside where a tree, probably the size of a telephone pole, had fallen across the road and on the power lines. We waited for a while and it wasn’t coming back on so we let Isaac sleep in our bed – which we NEVER do – and tried to get some rest, though I hate the stillness of it. The power did not come back on until almost 7 AM!
- One of my main stressors was this party I was trying to put together. For starters, a bunch of people ended up being out of town. I waited too long to make the bounce house reservation so this was the only weekend that worked. I booked it anyway and finally just accepted that we’d deal with however many people showed up. Well, Friday night, that company called and said due to a possibility of rain, they’d have to reschedule. SIGH. Plan B was slip n’ slide and cornhole. Saturday morning, I cleaned and worked out and then went to the store. Only my friend Courtney and her two kids and Ell’s friend Addy, his sister, and parents came but we had a really good time! Also, btw, it still hasn’t rained, and it’s Monday afternoon.
- While we were setting up, both our outdoor fan and our canopy broke. What kind of luck is that, you know?
- We didn’t do much on Sunday except a quick trip to Costco and some cornhole.
- On Monday though, I decided it was time to start exploring the world of Geocaching. I’ve been interested in it for a while but Addy’s parents were talking about it so I decided to download the app and look for one close to us. There was one about a mile and a half away so we set out before 8:30 and did end up finding it. What I can tell I will like about this: the fact that these things are just sitting in urban areas. The one we found today was in a parking meter – in the middle of a wooded area!
- I got it in my head that we’d place our own cache so I started looking up starter kits. Bass Pro’s website had them so I decided we’d go there and then to Costco. Well, the store doesn’t have kits and Costco was closed so we just went out for dollar tacos at El Jalisco.
- We ended up getting Boston Market for dinner because they were doing 1/2 off family meals so we finished up the weekend with good food, more cornhole, and the original Willy Wonka movie.
- I feel like maybe this week will calm down but Ell has his first flag practice tonight and then they both have 10:30 practice on Saturday. It never ends, does it?
- And here’s a random pic just for fun:
If you wanted to say it’s messy, it’s messy like this room is. Things everywhere! No order at all! So here’s some random crap floating around in there, just to keep me going because in about, oh, 15 or so minutes, there will be students in here, I guarantee it.
- Two bands I’ve been listening to a lot this week: AC/DC and Alice Cooper. Some of their more unknown songs are actually really good. Plus, I just love Alice. He’s an awesome guy.
- Ash and I saw Sin City 2 last Friday and I am always sad when a second movie comes after the first too many years later. This would have been excellent, like, six years ago. It wasn’t BAD, per se, but it wasn’t that good either. For starters, I HATE Eva Green. I hate her face. Ok, I did sort of like her as Vesper but I think Daniel Craig made her less awful by being so amazing. But anyway, she’s a heartless bitch in this movie which made me really like Josh Brolin’s character. I didn’t realize he was still in such good shape. Also, I have a soft spot for characters named Dwight so that part of the movie I liked. But otherwise, blech.
- Fall needs to stop knocking at my mental door. I really DO want to hold on to summer a little bit longer.
- Tomorrow is Elliot’s 7th birthday. I got him a couple Lego sets and Ash got him a DS and Mario kart. My FIL got him a microscope and my BIL got him a giant toy axe. LOL. I’m sending mini cupcakes to school and I think we might take him to dinner. Nothing fancy but his choice nevertheless.
- OK, I lied. I started looking at Fall boards on Pinterest. Bring on leaves and cool temps, and pumpkin everything.
- Damn, I didn’t realize it was 69 degrees this morning. This is amazing for late August. This might be a promise of a great Fall.
- I’m anxiously awaiting the flag football emails. Sometimes coaches are ahead of the game so they send them out before the deadline (next Tuesday). I just really want to know who their coaches will be, when practices are, etc. I love flag season!
- I’m desperately trying to write more but every time I sit down, I am more enamored by the idea of writing rather than the actual work. I’m really good at researching it though. For example, my hero looks like this:
- So instead of writing, I just look up bearded tattooed guys. It’s fun but not necessarily productive.
- But, work has been busy and I look at that as an accomplishment, right?
- This morning, I heated up my Jimmy Dean Deelights sandwich and when I pulled it from the microwave, it fell to the floor – sausage down, egg side, right on the floor. I threw it back in the microwave and hit it for another 50 seconds. I figure that killed anything. But let’s not assume this unfortunate event relates to how my day might go.
- It’s day two of Fall semester, which is really like day one all over again because of Tuesday/Thursday classes. So far, it’s nice and quiet.
- My dad bought those Entenman’s donuts on Sunday and they were BOGO so we had ALL these damn donuts sitting around and I am really torn between just eating them or throwing them away. I mean, I really don’t need them. Though I was so good yesterday: a small salad and some baked crispy things for lunch. Then a granola bar. I had a bowl of cereal for dinner with a banana. Oh, but I ate a donut too. And one chicken nugget. It MAY be time to get my eating back on track.
- My legs hurt from 21 Day Fix lower workout. My quads burn when I take stairs or bend down. It’s really uncomfortable but a nice reminder that I WORKED. But this kind of reminds me that I have felt like running again lately. If we drive down Blairstone, all I can think about are all those runs I did down that road, on that blacktop path by the trees. The water fountain reward at the intersection, the taller shady trees after the bend. The mornings have been so much cooler the past two days and that little bit of break makes me yearn for Fall and running weather.
- I was just thinking this morning that though it is getting cooler, I might want one more beach day; I’m not necessarily ready to give up on summer. And then, my desk calendar said this:
- Ok calendar, you win.
- This article popped up from a facebook friend today and I think it is really interesting. I am a sucker for comparing the past to the present so I have to share it. I am pretty sure that a lot of parents are doing these things today and I admit to being a little feel-proud that I have managed to steer clear.
- I took a looong break from writing this post because I got a call about vandalism down in our first year TA office space. We share it with Classics so I went down there to see. It kind of looked like maybe two different people. One wrote some nazi stuff and a note to lock the door. The other wrote this stuff about pain and suffering and some girl’s name who apparently broke his heart. Awwww.
- The creepy thing was a student came in to add a class just as I was getting wind of this and her name? The exact same as the one written down there! I gave her a head’s up that campus police might be contacting her.
- And with that, I leave you because I am buried under work!
Finally got a quiet moment! It is day one of the Fall semester so things are always crazy. If it CAN go wrong, today will be the day it does. I typically see lost students and confused students and frantic ones too. But I am always amazed by the very few who are grateful for my help. One kid even came back after his class to thank me, because he said he was really upset about being late before and knew he didn’t properly acknowledge me. It’s nice to see some kids’ parents taught them to be good.
I have been trying to listen to just one song for the past hour but every time, I get interrupted. I can tell you that every first day goes this way. I can sit here and goof off, waiting for someone to need help or I can start in on a task of any sort and people will need me. It’s pretty crazy how that works.
I don’t feel as energized for the beginning of the semester as I usually do. It could be all the impending things coming up or all the little awkward stumbles lately. You know, the baby’s issue, Ell’s birthday, this party we planned for Saturday that people might not actually show up to. Speaking of baby, I got a call from the nurse at the pediatrician on Friday afternoon at nearly 5 o’clock. She said “everything’s fine” but they want me to bring her back in a month to check her weight. They also sent the results to the gastroenterologist who is supposed to call me. Though I am not entirely sure what for if “everything is ok.” Right? The nurse mentioned to “just keep feeding her” so on Saturday, if she seemed hungry, we fed her. And you know what? She threw up. So… yeah. I don’t know.
This time of year seems so hectic and yet, I think about 2013: at this time, baby was not even a month old. I wasn’t working because I was on leave so I had much less money, Elliot had flag football, and in general, my life was in upheaval. So why does it feel so much crazier now? Will this continue as my children age? I have this fear that I will not be able to cope when, one day, all my kids have left and it’s not like this at all. I want a break now but will I then?
Maybe it’ just back to school blues. As the air turns cooler and we settle into our routine, this will start feeling better, more natural. Until then, I need to learn to relax.
I confess… This week has felt very long. With all the baby stuff and extra things at work, etc, it’s just been a lot of craziness. I didn’t work out much this week because of it. I did day one of the 21 Day Fix but I hurt my leg doing surrenders, which are just ridic. I leave you a vid below just so you can see.
I confess… Ash did day two yesterday but since I mowed the lawn – with the bum leg – I opted out. We’ll probably start fresh on Monday from the beginning anyway. My mom and dad get into town tonight so who knows how busy the weekend will be.
I confess… I really let rush week get me unreasonably angry this week. I said rude things to sorority girls, I bitched about it on facebook, and in general, I was just very curmudgeonly about it. I just hate how they swarm this area of campus and get in my way. I just can’t stand it.
I confess… I really need the 1/2 day today. I mean, I have been all-out stressed and I need a break. I need a beach day, honestly. It’s supposed to be straight up 100 degrees today and tomorrow. That’s not even the “feels like” temp. Just the normal. Some of the hottest weather we’ve had this summer.
I confess… how is it possible that our copy machine breaks the day before we really need it? It is partially my fault – I was changing the toner and the little latch that holds it in would not click into place and it won’t read that a new toner is in there. I just hope the guy can solve the problem without additional parts because omg, what horrible timing!
I confess… I just cannot stop listening Her Town Too by James Taylor. It’s just such a good song; such a catchy little beat and a feeling of sadness but always, hopefulness.
I confess... I may have done a dance when the copy machine guy fixed it. YAAAAAAY!
As we sat in the lab waiting area, she had no idea what was about to happen to her. She laid in my lap, relying on me for comfort and looking at the other people. She made little happy sounds and waited like a good girl. But then, we were called – “Miss Dakota Smith!” – and I placed her on my lap in a different kind of chair and held her legs between mine and her right hand down tight. The nurse tied a blue rubber band around her upper arm and the look on baby’s face was something contorted in horror as a small needle went into her vein and how that child did howl. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. The blood was not flowing fast enough and the sheet requested three huge vials. A second nurse arrived and helped to hold her arm at just the right angle. Once one seemed depleted, they switched to the other and that one was better. But it must have been a solid ten minutes of crying. Towards the end she was getting tired and would hiccup and stop for a second before starting again with the wailing and shaking her head no. Finally, they were done and we had to leave that place, each and every old person staring at us, silently saying, “So THAT is the baby who was screaming.”
I’m a firm believer in getting things out of the way all at once so we headed to Radiology for her bone age Xray. That was ok, considering. The building is nice and they have a play area; we only waited five minutes.
The scan was only of her left hand and was over before it began. In the car, Little Bit fell asleep and I realized just how stressful that whole thing had been. All three of my children had to have blood drawn when they were infants. With babies, they take it from the heel and the child recovers fairly quickly. I’ve done it; I’m strong. But this? This was ten times worse. I physically had to come down from the adrenaline that had been rushing through my body. I took a shortcut back to the daycare but there was a random bus broken down in the middle of the road, causing me to take a much longer route.
When I got her to daycare she seemed happy to see her friends; she appeared to be no worse for wear and toddled into the room and claimed her seat at the table for snack time. Feeling like that was finally over, I went on to work where I encountered more traffic issues. It was dorm move in day so I waited – I kid you not – ten entire minutes to turn a corner to get to my parking lot. I could see the lot the entire time and the one spot left. I was losing my mind! Finally, I got parked and walked up the side of Diffenbaugh towards Williams and I found myself lost amidst the hordes of wanna-be sorority girls. Thick they were, everywhere and not a lick of sense to move out of the way for people. If you weren’t 17, wearing the identical dress as 15 others, or sporting utterly non sensible shoes, you were excluded and ignored, which means I plowed through the throngs. When I got to my building, they blocked every inch of the stairs leading in and I broke. I said, “Come on now, people work here. You can’t block an entire entryway.” When some muttered, “I’m sorry”, I totally said, “No you’re not.” And I went in the building as fast as I could and got to my office. I realized I was shaking. I was upset about the baby and then all these traffic things and these stupid entitled girls and I just couldn’t cope. Sitting down at my desk to do work was the most calming, most zen experience of my morning.
Today is better. In fact, yesterday got better. Ash wanted to go to a co-worker’s going away thing right after work so even though I felt at the end of my rope (the rest of my work day was not so zen-like) I got the kids and just kept plugging away: dinner for baby, take care of dogs, make food for boys, try to be involved with them as well. I drank some beer, enjoyed being home. When Ash did get back, I clocked out. Took a bath, read this kind of bad/kind of good YA novel called Nero, and then I did dishes and laid on the couch all. night. long.
It always seems like these sorts of things come up when my life is already so busy that I feel like one more block on the stack will make everything topple. I know it’s a test; I grew up under the pretense that God always tests us but never gives us more than we can handle. So I just figure, I can handle this. Perhaps I will get results on Baby’s tests today. Perhaps it will be something we can fix and maybe she is just small. Maybe she is petite and will become an amazing gymnast. I don’t know what they will say but I am making sure I am prepped to handle whatever the result is. I have to, or else I’ll sit here and worry about every little thing. And that is no way to be.
Back to school… back to school…
- It’s nice having the kids back in school mode, but they were both a little exhausted yesterday.
- Elliot had a make-up swim lesson from a rainy day last week but, um, his instructor never showed up. We walked right into that pool, he got the green neckband (for good swimmers) and he swam a good twenty minutes. We’re not even Y members! We could have been cheesing that out and no one would even know.he had a nice time just swimming about so that was cool for the end of his first day of second grade.
- Meanwhile, I have just a few days (Monday) until college begins again and the craziness will be upon us. I’m trying to remind myself to take each task one at a time and not think too far ahead. I tend to think that way and then start to feel overwhelmed.
- Let’s add onto that a little bit of worry. I don’t honestly think it is anything but Baby Girl has to have some blood work and xrays tomorrow because she has fallen off the growth chart. Though she has gained weight, she began in the 50th percentile and now she is off the chart. She is tiny, like my boys, but they were consistently small and she steadily declined. The Xray is for bone age so it is possible she is not properly absorbing nutrients. Her body may not be utilizing them correctly. Let’s hope she’s just an itty bitty thing and this isn’t anything major.
- I think my parents are coming into town this weekend. Thursday, actually, though they’re going to go up and see my uncle and probably do some other little trips. But then they’ll be here to entertain my boys and give me a reason to clean the house.
- We finished T25. I could start over on Gamma but I think we’re going to do this one called 21 Day Fix. It looks fairly difficult in some ways but they also give you multiple 15 second breaks, which might make it better. I’ll let you know how it goes.
- I feel like everything is becoming so imminent that I want to just tackle it all head-on. Like, bring it on so I can deal with it and put it behind me. Does that make sense? Maybe I just don’t deal well anticipation.
- Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I can’t hear that word without thinking of that.
- Well, that’s what i have going in the land of random today. Hope everyone is dealing well with back to school and/or the upcoming back to the grind. Happy Tuesday!
So I was off Friday and that was pretty nice – the menfolk went to see a movie and then us women met them for lunch. I took Elliot to his orientation and then we all napped. The boys had a make up swim lesson that night so dinner was choose your own adventure but it was a good day overall.
On Saturday, I was straight up in a bad mood. I found it very hard to get motivated to do anything at all. In fact, it wasn’t until after nap and lots of TV that we really did anything. No, wait, that is not true. Elliot and I went to Target early to get all his school supplies. I wait on his until I make sure his teacher wants what is on the general list. In the past, it has been slightly different. So yeah, we got all that and THEN I did nothing. But once we napped and went to Publix later in the afternoon, the day picked up. Ash and I had some beers and we grilled hot dogs and hamburgers. Everyone was happy. Around 11, I heard baby girl crying so I went to check on her. She had a full diaper (she’d been having some issues so I’d been feeding her bananas and apples sauce for a couple days) so I was surprised by that. Anyway, she went back to sleep but intermittently cried, which she sometimes does. But she always went back to sleep. Around one, I heard her making some weird noises, kind of like choking sounds. I went with my gut and went in there to see she’d throw up. It didn’t seem chunky but she definitely puked. SO, Ash gave her a bath while I cleaned up. She threw up one-two times every hour until 5. I laid with her out in the chair in the living room, watching bad TV. She would thrash about, cry, puke, then be exhausted, dozing off for maybe 20 minutes before doing it all again. Poor thing! She finally stopped throwing up and fell asleep at 5 and stayed asleep until 7. FYI, I slept on the couch for maybe 45 minutes between 10 and 11 but I was up until I first heard her at one. So the next time I got any sleep, was those two hours in the AM. By 7, the boys were up and I put her in her crib, feeling pretty confident that she wasn’t going to hurl anymore.
And she didn’t. Around 10:30 she woke up happy and I fed her a bit of breastmilk. It stayed down. Throughout the day I was cautious and she had water and toast. The sleepiness didn’t catch up with me for a while; I ran out to get a pedicure around 11:45 (Ash kindly took over) and maybe about 3 I fell asleep on the floor of her bedroom while she played. The menfolk were all doing their thing and I was exhausted. I think I might have slept for 45 minutes? Then I woke up and finished laundry and made a lasagna. She was definitely better because she had more toast and a banana and managed to down 3 ounces of formula before getting to sleep at 6:30. A bit early but she needed it. And me? I made sure I finished laundry and all but I dropped out at 8. I fell asleep on the couch until 10, then crawled into bed and slept soundly until 3:30… when I was wide awake. So I got up and had some water, checked email, checked on the baby, then forced myself to sleep some more.
I really needed that sleep because today, Isaac starts VPK, Ell had his first day of second grade, and in about 25 minutes, baby girl has her one year check up. (A little late, I know.) After that, I get to go to work! Just writing all that makes me feel tired. A mom’s life! So that’s what we’ve been up to. No MMMM this week; I have to do a few things before we get on to the doc. I hate going to the pediatrician so I need to muster my patience and all that.
I confess… I am blogging from home today. The daycare is having a teacher planning day and that is also where Elliot was this week, before his school starts on Monday. So all children are home. Ash is home too but he’s taking the boys to see Ninja Turtles in the morning. Depending on BG’s nap schedule, I may join them for lunch. I know I should try to keep her new middle of the day nap but if she starts to lose it in the morning, I don’t know. I may just let the daycare deal with that next week.
I confess… Dakota is in the living room playing with a fire truck and some army men. It’s not like she knows the difference. When she gets old enough to have an opinion, she can pick toys she prefers. Though, who knows? She might want to be a fire…person. Oh… now she is playing with Superman. I approve.
I confess… I have been super tired lately, packing it in between the 9 and 10 PM hour. I realized last night that I think what is causing this is my knowledge that very soon, we’re all going to be very busy. I feel like my body may be subconsciously storing up. Monday Elliot begins school, Isaac starts VPK and Dakota goes into the one year old room. But she has a doc appointment in the morning so it will just be busy for me.
I confess… I am a little worried for Elliot. My friend texted me this morning who his teacher is; the school posted the rosters last night on the front doors in case people couldn’t make it to orientation later today. I texted Ash who it is and he said Elliot proclaimed her to be “the meanest” one. LOL. I doubt she is but now I am a bit stressed. We’ll see later today when we meet her.
I confess… I am grading papers and I am way too lazy to put up the meme pic and link. I hope you all have a great weekend. I just have way too much to do right now.
1. The best part of waking up is _______________________________.
There’s a brief moment before I am completely aware of my surroundings and I haven’t yet begun to listen for Baby Girl when I feel totally and utterly calm. That is the best part.
2. Given a choice, which animal interaction would you most like to experience (or for you non-adventure lovers…which would you dislike the least?)
3. What is something you fear about old age? Something you look forward to?
I suppose it’s losing my physical ability. In some ways, I don’t think it’ll be that bad because I have always had my grandfather as an influence. He is in his late 80s and still gets around great and rides his bike! But my grandma pretty much sat around for years and hence, moves very little now. What an awful life.
4. Hot sauce…are you a fan? If you answered yes, what’s something you make/eat that must have hot sauce? On a scale of 1-10, how hot is too hot?
No, not really. As in, I don’t put it on things. I do like spicy wings, to a degree. But just enough spice to flavor, not overpower the taste of the food.
5. It’s been said that children learn what they live. What do you think children learn at your house?
Oh man, they probably – unfortunately – learn that yelling is a way to handle things. LOL, my bad. But seriously, I hope they learn that talking about things is healthy and that we are a team; family is forever.
6. What’s your favorite movie with a number in its title?s
Oooh, hard one. I really like Ocean’s 11.
7. Saturday (August 16th) is National Tell A Joke Day…share one here.
During their silver anniversary, a wife reminded her husband: Do you remember when you proposed to me, I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t talk for an hour?” The hubby replied: “Yes, honey, that was the happiest hour of my life.”
8. Insert your own random thought here.
My parents, sister, and her b/f are at Disney today and I am jealous. That is all. ;)