Monthly Archives: November 2010

Things I Find Annoying These Days…

What a bright and shiny title for a post, right?  I’m sure it is absolutely drawing you in to read the following.  Not.  But anyway, it’s what I’ve got, so it’s what I’ll share.

We all have our pet peeves, right?  Some are a bit more odd and most likely only known by those who live with us.  Others could elicit a big “amen” when shared as they are common to many.  The following list will most likely contain both.  It is not exhaustive and may give way more information about me than you ever desired.  That being said, you’ve been warned.  Now without further rambling, I give you some thoughts.

1.  The sun being down by 4 pm.  Especially when I know it will most likely go down even sooner in the following weeks.

2.  The sun not coming out AT ALL.

3.  My stove sparking, popping and having a small explosion party of its own before dying while I’m cooking dinner.

4.  Parents who do not keep their kids at home when they are sick, when they KNOW they are sick.

5.  Explaining why I will be having a c section with this baby and feeling judged, misunderstood, and criticized.

6.  Water dripping from the ceiling onto our glamorous ceiling tiles.  (luckily for this one and number 3, I rent).

7.  My obsession with eating honey crisp apples.  It is really out of control.  I ate three really huge ones yesterday and had to literally force myself not to start on number 4.

8.  My lack of energy.

9.  That my dear friends live far away.

10.  That it takes such a long time to make new friends in a new city.

11.  That our car, which is honestly entitled to have the problems it has had, is choosing to have them all within the four months after a big expensive move and before an expensive birth.

12.  My inability to do everything and be everything.

13.  Hearing the term “flu” used to describe a stomach virus.  The “stomach flu” does NOT exist.  There are stomach viruses that cause you to be in all sorts of misery with your head in the toilet, but the FLU is a completely different virus.  And no, a simple case of the sniffles is not the flu.  And no, you most likely won’t get it this year, but if you do you will no longer confuse it with vomiting.

14.  People who think that doctors are all corrupt, evil and self serving.  (maybe that one should be in bold).

15.  Vericose veins and edema.


Okay, the above list is a bit of a downer, huh.  I have realized after typing it that it did nothing to help adjust my attitude, which is a problem considering it is only 8:31 a.m. and we don’t have any plans for the very long day that stretches ahead.  I at least need to have my head in a good place.  So as a sort of “rebuttal” of sorts I am offering what I am thankful for in the midst of the annoying things.  Perhaps it will be therapeutic?

1.  Even if I live in a place that isn’t sunny and cheery, it is clean, safe, and has many members of The Doc’s family nearby.

2.  Without lots of sun, I don’t have to worry about spending lots of money on sunscreen.

3.  I rent and will most likely be getting a new stove.  Plus, I have a new excuse to get takeout.

4.  Hmm, this one is hard…still kind of annoyed.  Okay, how about the fact that at least they aren’t bringing around illnesses that will cause any long-term problems for my kids.  A cough and a sore throat aren’t the end of the world.

5.  Women are most likely just wanting to care for me and make sure that I am educated and empowered about my choices for birthing.

6.  Since this was supposed to have been fixed a month ago, it won’t cost my sweet landlord anything to have the guy come back out and fix it properly this time.

7.  They are apples!!!  Could be much, much worse.

8.  I have a good reason to be tired and don’t have to feel too much guilt about being mellow.

9.  I am blessed with things like texting, e-mail, facebook and phone calls that can make them feel close.

10.  Struggling to make new friends makes me realize just what a gift the ones that I have are!

11.  My goodness, we have a car!  Actually, we have two cars, so what the heck am I complaining about!!??

12.  This is probably a good thing, actually.  Being forced to say “no” and simplify is a gift.

13.  For a person who loves to talk as much as I do, this just gives me an opportunity to chat.

14.  This gives me a chance to hear about how they have been hurt or about their negative experiences and affirm them, while showing them that their are physicians like The Doc and The Original Doc (my dad) out there who rock.

15.  I have a husband who still thinks I’ve got it going on, even though my right leg made my OB gasp.


Hmm, I do feel better.  Have you made your annoying list today?  Do it, and then go back through to form your own rebuttals.  Amazing what some perspective can do to adjust the attitude.  Life is a gift and my goodness, I’m about to have a baby in a matter of weeks.  Life is good.


Grown Up Tantrums

Blame it on the rain, the pregnancy, the long dark days, the fact that we are still adjusting to a new city, eating too many gummy bears, the girls not napping, a messy house, my own foul mood, or the fact that 99% of my shirts barely cover my belly anymore.  I was NOT a nice Mommy this afternoon.  The day started off well, including an outing to the children’s museum with friends, and then just seemed to plummet into an abyss of grouchiness.  Napping didn’t happen for them, which means it didn’t happen for me and these days that is a big problem.  Um, catastrophic at times.  I was not on my “A game” if you will and seemed to direct all of my frustration, loneliness, and discontent at my girls.  NOT my finest hours as a mom.

The day came to an unfortunate end as the girls were putting their pajamas on for bed.  After receiving two warnings (yes, I was desperate so extra chances were abundant) that she should put on her fuzzy pink hippo jammies immediately or I would do it for her, little Molé seemed shocked when I picked up the ensemble and began forcing it over her head.  The horror of not being able to do it “with myself” was more than she could bear.  And though yes, she is 2 1/2, Molé is not a card carrying member of meltdown city.  Her sister on the other hand may in fact be the future president.  At any rate, the girl lost it and well, so did I.  I think that my meltdown was actually more impressive, not to brag, because it involved random threats like, “Get in your bed” or “I’ll take your chewy nose bear,” whereas she couldn’t muster much more than howling and shrieking (and there was a bit of back arching too).  After I stormed out of their room, I came to mine and tried to catch my breath.  I needed a major timeout.  After about ten minutes I went back in, guilt churning in my stomach, and sang to them.

The amazing thing?  You would have thought that I had tucked them in with cotton candy, bubbles, tickles, and sunshine ten minutes before.  They seemed to have no recollection of my bad behavior and welcomed me back with kisses and thankfulness for the song.  Um, what?  And yet isn’t that how it is?  I am humbled, daily, at the ability of my children to offer me grace and forgiveness.  There are so many times when I hold onto my frustration long past the end of the timeout and past the time where I have said “I forgive you.”  My forgiveness can be incomplete at best and theirs seems abundant, complete, and in love.  As I try to model for them so desperately the incredible, out of this world abundant grace of God I find that THEY are the ones who are teaching me.  It is their behavior that needs to be emulated.  Their genuine embrace and desire to reenter our relationship with intimacy and love after I have hurt or disappointed them is amazing.  And I’m desperately trying to be more like them.

I’m hoping with some good rest, encouraging words from The Doc (it’s ridiculous how fantastic he is), and grace from God himself that tomorrow will be a new day.  It probably won’t be tantrum free, but I pray it will be more and more marked by an ability to embrace when it’s hard.  Really, really hard.  I’m grateful that in the middle of this job of teaching, molding and instructing God has provided these sweet little ones to teach me as well.

Mexican Shapes

Children are often an endless treasure trove of seemingly meaningless information.  Their sponge like capacity to retain facts, embarrassing acts of their parents (I mean, they don’t bring up the fact that I drove into the coffee hut and pulverized my side mirror EVERY time we drive by.  Which is at least once a day…), and the things they hear from friends on the playground is a bit astounding.  Often, they are not quite sure how to process all of this information and you end up with it being regurgitated back in random, surprisingly comical ways.

BQ has been enjoying an activity book that we got a couple of weeks ago.  It has a bunch of activities that go over things like numbers, patterns, spelling, problem solving and even some lesser known shapes.  The other day while searching for an octagon to color read, we came across a 10 sided shape.  Oh yes, the decagon.  (can I say I was super proud of myself for remembering what it was called.  Remember, words girl here not numbers and the like).  For whatever reason, this shape stuck with BQ and a couple of days later we had the following exchange.

BQ holding her most recent masterpiece as we head out the door, “Mommy, what shape do you think this is?” (she had cut along the outside of the paper).

“Hmm…I’m thinking it’s a heart,” I say with about a 50/50 chance that I’ve understood her vision.

“Well actually Mommy, it’s a shape they have in Mexico.  It’s called a Decagon Square,” BQ responds with certainty and surprise that I was not aware of the fact.

“Is that so, BQ.  Is that so,” I respond.

So next time you’re down south, perhaps you might want to check out this new shape phenomena that seems to be sweeping the nation among the 4 year old population.  Maybe, it will change your life.  🙂

Large and (Somewhat) in Charge

What to say after six weeks of silence?  As the face of Mickey and friends dance across the t.v. screen in front of me and the fact that this ever expanding rear is forced to share about half a couch cushion with the likes of dalmation, bunny bear, silky blanket and panda I am sure of two things.  One, I am definitely still with child.  Two, I am still somewhere fumbling along this journey of motherhood.

Oh the DELIGHTS of pregnancy.  You know, flaming esophagus, butt crack revealing pants, awkward grunting sounds while performing tasks like bending over to pick up rogue toys, 5 nightly trips to the bathroom, swollen legs, bulging veins, shirts that are just a tad too short to conceal the bounty of the belly, and a quickly shrinking wardrobe.  Ah yes, DELIGHTS.  I hit 35 weeks today and am attempting to dig in for another 4ish.  This babe likes to party, which is actually wonderfully reassuring, and has finally realized that there are places other than my rib cage to stick feet and limbs.  For that I am grateful.

Molé and BQ have been up to their usual shenanigans.  Some moments are endearing and others are other worldly maddening.  They continue to wonder if this baby is really coming.  When you have a mom who tells you the minute she sees a plus sign it makes it a tad bit harder to wait for the blessed event.  With each doctor’s appointment I get the same question, “Is the baby coming out TODAY!!!???”  Don’t I wish ladies, don’t I wish.

I continue to love my limited caffeine intake in the form of coffee (made even more guilt free by the gift cards received for my birthday last month.  YES!!) any pants that don’t require constant maintenance while being worn, and my husband who somehow manages to be cooler by the minute.  Things like Dancing With The Stars still confuse me (WHY do people watch that show?) and the fact that there will soon be a follow-up ice skating version…how I weep for our culture and where it is headed.  Nesting has been in full swing and I am trying hard to savor these final weeks as a family of four.  Hard to do when pregnancy feels like a chore and I am so eager to have this little one in my arms.

How is that?  It’s about all I have for now.  🙂  Hope life is good for all of you out in blogland.  Hopefully I can get my patootie in gear and make this blog worth visiting.  Thanks for your patience.  In the meantime, I find that laughing through the crazy moments where you would rather curse and kick is extremely helpful.