I am having some serious Mommy brain. My toddler is still nursing and I just feel like he's sucking brain cells right out with his mama's milk. What do I do when my brain is running a thousand miles a minute and I feel like I can't remember my own name, much less the hundreds of things that are on my to-do list, my to-worry-about later list, my what-needs-to-happen-sooner-than-later list? Well, first and foremost, I avoid. I am a grade A avoider. So right now, I am watching the emotionally-wrenching Grey's Anatomy (btw, OMG OMG OMG. This is TOO MUCH right now but I CAN'T STOP). What else do I do? I list. I make lists. So, while there's a commerical break, here's a quick list:
1. While I look forward to summer, one of those high points of being a teacher, I hate how things finally are starting to click with some students and in just three weeks, I won't have them anymore. And I hate how ridiculously busy the end of the year gets and I feel like all I do is rush, rush, rush.
2. We bought a new car. A (used) Mazda 5, which is basically a wagon with third row seating, so we can fit our entire family in one car. It's like a mini minivan. I miss my Jeep, but I'm so into the Mazda right now.
3. A student recently told me that I was her mentor. That may be one of the greatest compliments in my entire life. She is an amazing student and would be without my influence, but I still feel so honored. I hope I can do her justice.
4. I keep thinking about how doing new things together can help bind people to one another. I feel like I want to make an effort to do new things with Jason, with my family and with my friends. I want to strengthen those connections.
5. All of this extra fiber in my diet doesn't seem to be helping with the weight loss. I think it may be time for more drastic measures (i.e. some serious calorie reduction. Ugh. Too bad I love to eat).
That's all I've got for now. I hope to come back this weekend with something a little more... substantial.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Boyz
A video from H's birthday. I swear, we didn't teach E how to do this. He's got the beat in his blood.
Monday, May 3, 2010
May already?
Hi friends. My apologies for letting the dust settle here. The past few weeks have been uber hectic (hmm... I feel a tad pretentious using "uber" like that. Oh well). It's getting to be the end of the school year, which is bound to get even more hectic. I hope to write here some in the next few weeks, but things will get more regular (reminder: talk about my new "diet") once summer begins. I'll leave you with a quick list:
1. Parenting a teenager is WAY harder than I expected. I'm not sure if it's harder because he's not biologically my child, or if it's going to be harder with our own, but sheesh. Rolling eyes, ignoring me, lack of initiative-- ugh!
2. I'm officially fat. Well, officially "overweight," according to the diagnosis from my physical last week. By the way, I wasn't looking for a diagnosis, I just wanted a new PCP. So I'm fat. Doctor suggested that I just need to up my fiber. Oh wow, fiber. I mean, I thought I got enough fiber before, but holy smokes, fiber.
3. The next 6 weeks will be a push, but then I can breathe. I just have dreams of being alone. I want a solid two days ALONE. A. L. O.. N.. E......
4. Full moon= rambunctious boys. OVERLY rambunctious boys= ridiculously tired parents. I was so looking forward to a Monday morning. Seriously. It was that bad.
Okay, that's all I got right now. Back to my Cracklin Oat Bran...
1. Parenting a teenager is WAY harder than I expected. I'm not sure if it's harder because he's not biologically my child, or if it's going to be harder with our own, but sheesh. Rolling eyes, ignoring me, lack of initiative-- ugh!
2. I'm officially fat. Well, officially "overweight," according to the diagnosis from my physical last week. By the way, I wasn't looking for a diagnosis, I just wanted a new PCP. So I'm fat. Doctor suggested that I just need to up my fiber. Oh wow, fiber. I mean, I thought I got enough fiber before, but holy smokes, fiber.
3. The next 6 weeks will be a push, but then I can breathe. I just have dreams of being alone. I want a solid two days ALONE. A. L. O.. N.. E......
4. Full moon= rambunctious boys. OVERLY rambunctious boys= ridiculously tired parents. I was so looking forward to a Monday morning. Seriously. It was that bad.
Okay, that's all I got right now. Back to my Cracklin Oat Bran...
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