Monday, September 10, 2018

Mic tap...

...is this thing on?  I can't believe it's been so long since I last posted anything here.  I'd love to say it would take forever for me to catch you up (if there's even anyone left to read), but I can probably sum up the major stuff fairly quickly.  In the past 17 months, I've gained a new niece...we went on a cruise (our 5th, Lincoln's 2nd)...completed another season of T-ball...went to St. Louis twice in a week for funerals...Lincoln started Kindergarten and I began the second half of my 17th year of teaching (I started in January the year I began).  I must have started when I was 12.  :-)

So...what's new?  Lincoln is playing soccer this fall.  He's not particularly athletic, but he thoroughly enjoys being outside and playing with other children.  He is loving school so much.  Makes it easier on this mama.  If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you have probably noticed my "LincolnDaily" posts for the past 4 years.  Each day, I post a picture with either a story explaining it or some kind of caption to capture the essence of this child of mine.  I'm likely going to stop at the end of this year, and a lot of people will be disappointed.  I'll still post random pictures here and there, but he's old enough to choose when he wants all of his stories posted for the world to see.  I attempted to stop briefly a couple of years ago, only posting them to a separate blog, but I suppose the extra step wasn't as accessible to those wanting to read.  After lots of messages about how much people missed my posts, I resumed the original format.  It was convenient for me to print in book form at the year's end, anyway.  

I discovered late last summer that Skittles had a limited edition "Lime is back" campaign.  I immediately went on a search as they were only reportedly available at Wal-Mart.  I was met with success and snagged a few bags before they disappeared from shelves (at least our local ones); I even had one student buy me one for Christmas last year.  Since then, I have found they can still be ordered from Walmart.com, and I've embarrassingly ordered twice.  I do eat them sparingly so they won't go too fast just in case I can't get more when they are gone this time.

I have also gained a love for Essential oils.  After purchasing a starter kit from a reputable company via a friend 3 years ago, I was really slow to learn all of their uses.  I have sort of "exploded" my knowledge in the past year and a half and I have even hosted my first make and take last spring.  I have more of them planned, and am so excited to share my knowledge.  I share, share, share whenever someone either presents me with an ailment that I might know how to help with or asks me if there is anything they might try.  

How's that for random?  I didn't want to disappoint anyone.  ;-)  

Until next time...

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Shouldn't I be past this?

I thought I had moved on.  So many times, I've been able to share my story to struggling mothers and offer them a shred of hope...at the very least, I was able to let them know they were not alone and were loved.  But for the first time in a VERY long time, I cried for my babies tonight.  An ugly, vehement sobbing cry.  I think it was a culmination of several triggers throughout the day, but it really surprised me.  I thought I was past that.  (I am choosing to say "past" it and not "over" it, for I never intend to be "over" loving and missing my babies.)

Chain of events:
1.  Yesterday, I registered Lincoln for Pre-school (he's missing the Kindergarten cutoff by 2 weeks).  He's ready.  Momma, not so much.

2.  While we were at Pre-school registration, he saw a couple of kids he knew and went off to play with them.  Apparently, he told the aide that they were brothers.  She came out and asked me if I was enrolling them both or just the one.  I apologized, explaining that he doesn't have any siblings.

3.  At church tonight, a sweet couple requested prayers because they've had trouble starting their own family (and I already knew this...have even offered any assistance I can give AND have been praying for them to have the desires of their hearts).  Cue flood of memories...

4.  The moment I got home from church, I had a message from one of my dearest friends announcing baby #3.  I am SO, SO happy for her.  She's known her share of grief on this journey (2 losses in 5 months).

I'm still not ready to be done.  But I don't think it's in the cards for me.  I know, I sound like a CD stuck on repeat.  We're talking about checking on Foster-Adopting.  A colleague of J's is doing this and has been giving him the run-down of all that is involved.

Since I've been thinking of my angels so much tonight, I'll leave this little quote I came across the other day.  Maybe I can "get it together" and make a more eloquent post soon.  Until then, hugs and love to all.



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Monday, February 13, 2017

Not ready to be done...

So it appears that I told a fib.  I said I wouldn't stay gone so long before posting again.  Well, you're not getting rid of me that easily.  I'm not ready to be done.  But, alas, life happens.  And it appears that I can no longer blog from my phone, so it took a little longer than I'd planned...or hoped...to actually manage to squeeze in some time to blog from the actual computer.  I'm amazed myself that I only managed to write in once during all of 2016.  Maybe I'm just that boring...

In the middle of June, one of my wisdom teeth chipped (the one I TRIED to have removed right after Lincoln was born but was told that it wasn't worth the risk given my age).  The very next day (while I was debating whether to call the dentist or tough it out until my regular appointment in a couple of weeks), the cyst on top of my head ruptured...so I had bigger problems to deal with.  While it was kind of scary, no harm was done.  I did freak out just a little bit, but it finally stopped oozing, and now I can wear headbands again.  (I did make an appointment with the dermatologist, though I couldn't be seen for 5 months, and she said it was nothing to worry about unless they bothered me.)  

Last week, I revisited the dentist for another checkup and mentioned the off-and-on trouble the broken wisdom tooth had given me (there were moments when I'd have cut it out myself if I knew how).  The next day, they got me in to see an oral surgeon for a consult.  Since I didn't want to be out of school - our district was already closed for 3 days due to excessive illness - they allowed me to schedule surgery for May.  So, I'll be starting my summer break with having all 4 wisdom teeth removed at age 37.

A few weeks ago, Lincoln started packing a bag as soon as we got home for the day.  I asked him where he was going, and he said he had to get ready to go live with his new mommy and daddy.  When I asked why he was leaving, he said because he needed brothers and sisters.  Talk about a knife in the heart.  We've worked so hard to give him things...and we play with him...but the one thing he asks for I can't give.  My heart shattered.  We've casually mentioned looking into adoption.  There's still a lot of love in my heart for the large family we always wanted.  I guess we'll see where it goes.  I'm not ready to be done.

It's been an exceptionally challenging school year.  Some of my colleagues have seen personal and professional struggles, and I've tried to be helpful in all those situations.  We don't feel truly supported by our administration, so it's up to us to support one another.  While I love my students dearly, it's so very hard to meet all of their individual needs sometimes.  We're truly blessed to have each other.  One of my closest teaching partners is working on her Principal's certification.  It pains me to see the lack of support she has received, and I hope she knows I'm sincere when I tell her how much she rocks.  I've considered attempting the National Board Certification process to earn my Rank I status, but I'm not convinced it will work well in our current school setup.  Plus, it's largely dependent on administrative support to meet deadlines, etc.  I guess I'm not ready to be done.  

I suppose that's enough for today.  I'm rambling.  I guess I named my blog appropriately.

  

Saturday, June 25, 2016

I'm still here...

Wow.  Has it really been over 6 months since I last wrote here?  A couple of months ago, I received a message from a friend checking in...saying she missed my "voice."  I appreciate it.  And I intended to stop by sooner.  But, well...life happens.
I'm sure I haven't been any busier than anybody else, and I've even composed - or at least begun - about a hundred posts in my head.  I just never seemed to manage to make it to the computer before the thought was gone from my mind, replaced by daily chores lists or pretend play with Lincoln.  The truth is, I've missed this place so very much.  I won't begin to try to "catch up" on the happenings of the last 6 months.  Nothing extraordinary has happened in our little home that merits a blog post this late.  I'll just talk a bit about the past week.
J had surgery on Monday.  Nothing serious - he had a thryroglossal duct cyst removed (for those non-medical folks like me, here's what that is: a thyroglossal duct cyst is a pocket in the front part of the neck that is filled with fluid.  A child is born with this cyst.  It is formed from leftover tissue from the development of the thyroid gland when an embryo was forming.)  It went a little deeper than they thought it would be, and they ended up cutting into the base of his tongue.  All that really meant for us was an overnight stay in the hospital as he needed to remain NPO for the night, and we came home with a small drain tube protruding from his incision that had to be removed on Thursday.  He's doing better now, though, and is starting to add some soft foods to the full liquids diet we came home with on Tuesday.
I'm a new aunt!  I was an aunt before, but all of Jeremie's brothers' children were already here when we married and I claimed the title.  My brother and his wife welcomed their precious daughter on Thursday evening...9 days late.  They were supposed to go in that evening to begin an induction, so I'm glad for them that she FINALLY decided to arrive.  Lincoln is in love and insists she is his "little sister."  He "held" her 3 different times while we visited them yesterday at the hospital, and requested to go back and see his baby frequently throughout the day.
IF friends, I have a friend that experienced a l0-week loss on Thursday.  I know that pain, but she has 2 other children to take care of as she mourns.  Please help me remember her and the rest of her family as they trudge down this horrid path of grief.
I promise it won't take me 6 months to return (if anybody's even still there to read).

Hugs and best wishes,

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

It's just a clock...

We bought a new clock.  And I'm having a hard time hanging it.  Not literally (although I'll have to pull out the step ladder). What I'm really struggling with is taking the old one down.  It was one of the first wall decorations J and I chose together for the family room after our house add-on.  It's the clock that fell off the wall and had its glass shattered the morning of my 3rd beta when I was pregnant with Lincoln.  And it's the clock that's been in the background of Lincoln's 3 birthday pictures, marking the precise moment (well, within a few seconds) that he turned 1, 2, and 3.  But it's just a clock.  

I keep hoping that I can convince myself of that if I keep saying it.  That old clock doesn't harbor those memories.  They live within my mind.  And thanks to this blog, I can revisit them any time. So I think the bigger issue here is why am I having such a hard time with change lately?  Maybe just because there seems to be a lot of it this year.

I've been an emotional wreck, and I'm not really sure why.  Lots of other unusual symptoms, too.  Heartburn when I eat, heartburn when I don't eat, slight fatigue (but it is Christmastime and I have a toddler, so go figure), and the "girls" are prematurely tender (it's normal when it's time for AF). I tell ya, if I didn't know any better...well, I might allow myself to wonder "maybe?"


Wednesday, October 28, 2015

How to Lose a Girl in One Date

This Friday marks 10 years since J and I met.  A decade of us.  The following is a piece I wrote during a summer writing project during my Master's program just a few months prior to that meeting.  I had a request from my SIL to post it so she could read it.  Maybe it will make you smile.  Love doesn't come so easily to all of us...

How to Lose a Girl in One Date

For those single folks out there who just can’t seem to grasp the whole “dating” concept, consider these pointers.  I’m offering them from experience.  Yes, you too can have a disastrous first date.  Traditional first dates often include a meal and a movie.  Sure, there are a million books about what you should do on a date or what you could do to make the date enjoyable for both parties.  However, we have all learned that sometimes the greatest lessons come from non-examples.  So, toss aside your dog-eared copies of Dating for Dummies.  The following is a surefire way to mess up a date.

Step 1: The Arrival

Arrive late.  Not only should you be late picking up your date, but also it’s not a bad idea to call her on the way to confirm those directions one more time.  For instance,
           
Guy (10 minutes late): I’m almost there.  How far is your house from the
taxidermist?

For extra credit, make sure you drive the biggest truck you can find—even if you have to go test drive one overnight.  This works especially well if your date is shorter than average.  Make sure there is no step to assist her on her way up.

Step 2: The Meal

Take her to a crowded restaurant.  While you are waiting an hour for your table, you can stand together in awkward silence.  Be sure and divulge any idiosyncrasies you might have.  Annoying habits fit nicely under this umbrella as well.  Fellas, now’s the time to tell your date that you used to smoke but now you prefer to dip; that cowboy boot lamp on the hostess desk would look great in your bedroom; and don’t forget to comment on the gorgeous woman across the waiting area. 

Step 3: The Conversation

Make fun of your date when she pulls the movie listings out of her purse to help guide the rest of the night.  Comments such as, “You actually cut that out of the paper?!” work quite well.  Oh, and asking how her aunt died will really liven up the conversation.  (They give you those big cloth napkins—she might as well use the whole thing!)

Step 4: The “Extra” Time

When you leave the restaurant, make sure you have some time to kill before the movie starts.  That will give you time to explore those stores you’ve never been to,
           
            “Barnes and Noble Booksellers.  What do they sell there?”

Don’t forget to take her to your favorite store as well.
           
            “Do you like the Home Depot?”

Yes, certainly—there’s nothing women like more on a first date than looking at power tools and plywood with a total stranger!  But remember, Home Depot may close at 9:00, so you might still have to go early to that late show.

Step 5: The Theater, Part I: Before the Movie   

Upon arriving at the movie theater, park that big monster truck as tightly in a space as you can so that your date not only feels she needs a parachute to exit, but she also has to keep the door from slamming into the car next to it.  (NOTE: This is even more effective if you can park next to a brick wall.) When you enter the theater, be sure and ask your date, “You didn’t want anything, did you?”  Not only will she feel obligated to say no, but that gives you plenty of extra cash to spend on an extra-large popcorn and drink!  Make sure you slurp the drink loudly in the theater before the movie starts so everyone else can look at you.  (Wait a minute—this is the late show.  There aren’t too many others in the theater!) 

When you’ve finished your drink, be sure and put it in a cup holder three seats down.  It helps if you explain to your date, “That’s so I won’t be tempted to dip.”  (Just to help her understand.)  Also, if you know all about the architecture of the movie theater—or the contractors who built it—be sure and share it with your date each time the advertisement slide shows on the screen.  I’m sure she didn’t get it the first three times you mentioned it.

Step 6: The Theater, Part II: During the Movie

After you’ve paid big bucks for this late viewing of a popular movie, make sure you fall asleep.  The sooner the better—if you can’t make it through all the previews, it’s okay.  At least you’ll be refreshed for the drive home.  Every time you wake up and catch her looking at you, apologize and drift back off.  It drives girls nuts!

Step 7: The Ride Home

Once your two-hour nap is complete, walk your date back out to the giant of a vehicle you drove.  Comment on what a great movie that was—maybe she didn’t notice you missed it all.  Assure her that you’re perfectly fine to drive home (after all, you just took a nap).   It wouldn’t hurt if you expressed your concern about the amount of gasoline in your tank as you drive her home. 

            “Gee, I sure hope I have enough gas to get home.”

To really push her over the top, as you pass the last convenience store on your way back to her house, take a long hard look at it and ask your date, “Hey, do they sell gas there?” 


            If you follow these simple steps, I promise you’ll have a date she will never forget
!

Saturday, October 17, 2015

He turned me away

For 1,156 nights, I have "done bedtime" with Lincoln.  There have been a few nights when Jeremie tried to put him to bed-or even that Lincoln requested him, but I always ended up taking over.  For the past several months, that mostly meant getting him ready and sitting in the rocker until he'd drifted off to dreamland. Some nights he'd ask me to rock him. Some nights he'd fall asleep quickly; other nights would entail a lot more-stories, counting, singing, reciting the alphabet, naming everybody we know who's already in bed, talking about what we're gonna do tomorrow. But every night, I've been there when his eyes closed.  Until tonight.
It was later than usual, but we still picked all of the toys up and put them back in their places before prepping for bed.  I changed his clothes and gave him his allergy medicine.  Then I tucked him in and went to fix his oil diffuser (he thinks he can't sleep without it), then came back to his room and took my usual seat.  He immediately started whining.  I thought he was upset because I had moved one of his stuffed animals to sit down.  Thinking of just put it in the "wrong" place, I moved it.  That's by it.  He kept whining.  I asked him again what was wrong, but my heart wasn't prepared for the words he spoke; "No Mommy sit down."  He didn't want me to stay.  
I quickly realized that on all of those nights I thought I longed for this day-when he could go to sleep without me-I was wrong.  I don't feel freed.  I don't feel lucky to be going to bed a good half hour earlier.  I don't have a million things to fill in the time.  I miss my baby.
Now, if I could just get him to use the potty...