As a family, we’re not very celebratory. With Valentine’s Day being kind of a Hallmark holiday, I just see it as another excuse to buy candy and throw parties at school. This year I totally flaked and didn’t plan anything for my husband or the kids, but thankfully my husband remembered. We woke up this morning to a kitchen table full of candy – he even emptied out my favorite paisley bowl and put my candy and card inside it – and a wonderfully clean kitchen. It took me a minute to catch that the mess I had left the night before was gone, but when I did my heart just melted. Thanks Mike, for being my valentine, always and forever. Wuvver!
I could not come up with a better title than that. Because, well, it’s after 10 pm and my brain is mush. So yes, I’m going to write a blog with mush-brain and see how you like it. Ha!
So what’s happening lately? Well, the kids are back to school, sort of. We had a big fat snow day on Friday and then a scheduled day off to honor Martin Luther King Jr. Of course nobody went sledding because it’s cold man, and all the wifi is indoors. I’m still working on getting my routines back, aka my groove.
I’ve got a new responsibility I’m pretty excited/nervous about. I had been praying for some time about wanting to get back to doing what I enjoy, which is accounting. I miss it so much I obsess over our household budget and I balance our checkbook way more often than necessary. But alas, my prayers have been answered! My pastor called me last week wondering if I could help out the church with some bookkeeping and payroll. Heck yes, I said, I’m on it. I warned him that I was nervous because this is the real-est responsibility I’ve been given since my disability, but he assured me they were very forgiving, and grateful to find someone willing and knowledgeable. I’m stoked. It’s a little scary realizing that my to-do list now holds tasks that must not be overlooked, but I think I’ll be able to adjust just fine. Up until now it’s just been a lot of household junk like vacuuming and cleaning toilets. Which no one really notices if I forget to do.
I’m also doing a lot of crocheting. It’s such a relaxing thing for me, it’s a form of therapy in a way. I was running out of projects so I came up with this insane idea to make an afghan for each of my nieces and nephews, of which I have 12. These afghans are easy to do but they are time consuming so I’m just going to knock them out one at a time and give them away as I finish them. I’m starting with the oldest child first and we’ll go from there. Of course after I had this brilliant idea I found out there were three women in my extended family who are all pregnant, each with their first babies, so I had to put the afghan project on hold in order to make some adorable soft baby blankets.
All this busy-ness with accounting and crocheting leaves me zero time to obsess about food. Which I suppose is good, but it means I haven’t really discovered any new recipes to try and I’m getting rather bored with my vegan diet. No matter, I really can eat oatmeal and potatoes all day if need be, with a smoothie thrown in once in awhile. I’ll get over this hump, I’m sure.
Not a whole lot else going on around here, and if there is I can’t remember what so it must not be all that important. Good night folks, and may you dream of delicious donuts!
Did I really just go an entire month without even thinking about blogging? So much has happened, I don’t even know how to update you properly.
I’ll say I do believe the unplanned hiatus was a result of the medication I’m now on for anxiety. It starting working right away, but I discovered it was actually working a little too well. I went from being anxious about every possible thing, to not caring about much at all. Even the important stuff. So a few days ago I started taking half a dose, and that seems to be working out well. I’m caring again but I’m not having panic attacks, and that makes me very happy. I’m praying that I’ve found the right balance and look forward to moving on with my life.
My daughter turned 8 a couple weeks ago. My precious baby girl is 8. She’s growing up too fast for me. I just need her to slow down. She is currently obsessed with unicorns and animal print – two things I have zero interest in or experience with, so I’m sort of watching her from afar, in awe of her sense of self and unashamed quirkiness. I know she’ll look back on these days and wonder what she could have been thinking and ask me why I didn’t forbid her from making these disastrous fashion choices, and I cannot wait for that day. I was her age during the 80’s, so I have plenty of those groan-worthy memories to look back on.
We threw a party to celebrate right here at the house, with a handful of Natalie’s friends from school and the neighborhood, both old and new. The girls gave themselves Jamberry manicures and ate unicorn cake and rainbow sherbet. Then at the end we had time leftover so the girls put together a fairly rowdy game of Simon Says. It was really something to be on the outside, seeing her in her element and enjoying spending time with her friends. She just seemed so grown up, so “Eight.” It’s one of those days I hope I never forget.
In other news, I went to a new audiologist today to update the programming of my cochlear implants. While the audiologist I had been seeing was nice and all, we never felt like she really knew much about the technology for my implants. I think she probably dealt more with hearing aids. With my last programming, my husband was positive that it was a big change in the wrong direction, and that I ought to find a new audiologist. Well, I finally did and it certainly paid off. The office only services people with cochlear implants, so that is their specialty. We knew as soon as we walked in that we were in the right place. The visit took a solid two hours but it was thorough and I left feeling a ton more confident about my hearing level and speech recognition. Exhausted, but confident. I’m looking forward to the days ahead, for every opportunity to hear all the typical sounds in a new way with this new and improved programming. Technology truly is a wonderful thing.
So thanks to my poor vision, I guess, I ran head first into my daughter’s loft bed. Again. This time super duper hard. So I think I’m gonna have a major goose egg on my forehead by morning. We need to put up a sign that says in bold, high contrast colors, “DUCK!!” Which, coincidentally, rhymes with the word I would have said had my daughter not been right there to witness my stupidity.
Can we just start over now?
What’s on my mind, you ask? (If you didn’t, feel free to move along…) Food. Coffee. Food again. Running. Writing. A cool breeze on the back deck, birds chirping.
Yesterday I signed up for a 5k that happens in six weeks. With the exception of this morning, I had not run since before school let out for the summer, on account of my knee and hip pain (see dumb butt post). I know I can walk a 5k, no problem, but my goal is to run it the entire way. So I’ve got some work to do to get back to that place.
Side note: the cool breeze is upgrading to a brisk wind. I may have to go inside 😦
The summer is over. There were a couple trips there at the end I haven’t blogged about, but I may yet. Late is still better than never, isn’t it?
School started for my kids on Monday. It was a half day, and they don’t have school on Friday due to Labor Day, so it’s what I would call a “soft opening” to the school year. The kids are thankful for that, but I would have been right on board with jumping right in with a full week. I like my weekdays. I can do my own thing and not have to worry about what the kids are going to do. It’s one of the luxuries of disability that I’ve become accustomed to.
You know what I’m excited about today? You’re gonna laugh, or groan, or both, but I’m really excited to eat macaroni and cheese for lunch. I stopped eating dairy and eggs in June, and it’s been so much harder than giving up meat (that was last November). I’ve since learned to drink my coffee black, and found some really great non-dairy milks, yogurts, and ice creams, but had yet to find a suitable replacement for cheese. At least not any that you would buy pre-made. My cousin told me awhile back about cashew cheese that’s easy to make but I just hadn’t gotten around to trying it. Well, I ordered the necessary ingredients a few weeks ago on Amazon (easier than trying to find nutritional yeast and tapioca starch locally) and finally made a batch on Tuesday. I’ve been putting it on burritos, tacos, pizza even, and it’s surprisingly delicious! So I have a box of macaroni noodles just waiting to be dressed up with this stuff, and I believe today will be the day.
My daughter started taking ballet lessons last week. She’s been wanting to for years (she’s only 7) but I just kept putting it off because it’s way out of my comfort zone. But I finally worked up the courage to get it going, and I’m so glad I did. The smile on her face when we walked into the dance shop to buy her ballet slippers was priceless. I had not seen her light up like that in a really long time. Maybe ever. And she’s loving the practices, and looks forward to it every week. I’m really excited to see how this goes.
My son, the big sports guy, is taking a break from competitive sports for the fall. He’s going to take swim lessons at the YMCA, to learn to be a better swimmer. Then when wrestling season rolls around, he’ll be back at it. The kid has so much energy we need to keep him busy or he’ll drive us both nuts.
I chopped 8 inches off my hair back in July and I am loving it. I actually think I want to go a leeeetle bit shorter. Just a little. And highlights. The highlights are happening next week, for sure. We’ll see if I end up with just a trim, or if I decide to cut it shorter.
Oh! And did I mention I get my groceries delivered now? Oh yes, I’ve been anxiously waiting for that service to come to our area and I’ll tell you it’s even better than I had anticipated. It is saving us (me) SO MUCH stress. I don’t have to plan our meals or grocery trips around my husband’s schedule. I need stuff, I just order it online and it comes right to the house. Just like magic.
You can say things are going well. I’ve left out a lot, believe it or not, but that’s enough for today. Until next time…
The kids and I went camping last week with my dad’s church family. It’s something the kids have been doing every summer for the past four or five years. This was my dad’s last year to be able to go, because he is retiring next June. So there was a lot of bittersweet floating around. However, I and the kids have been invited back for future years, since they have especially bonded with a lot of the kids there. We had a lot of fun. The kids swam, rode bikes, played gaga ball (??), went kayaking (my favorite part, may write a separate post about that), and played tug of war in the river. Lots of great memories.
My legs are in shambles. Good, old fashioned muscle pain from all the walking, I suppose. I walked constantly for the whole trip and I came back home to find I had gained 5 pounds. Seriously. I guess I forgot to mention there was a lot of eating as well!
I also woke up this morning with considerable nerve pain in my feet, which is unusual for the morning. It usually only comes around in the evening. I guess my body is just paying the toll for all the fun we had. I am more than okay with that. Just gonna keep moving forward anyway, with small breaks in between. No need to rush.
Speaking of waking up this morning… my husband woke me up to let me know that the refrigerator wasn’t working, and that he needed me to move the food to the fridge in the basement. He was on his way out the door to work but he is hoping to come back at some point to fix it. We’ll see. I’m just really grateful that we have a second fridge for these sorts of occasions. So that was my first task of the day, and I’m definitely going to take advantage of an empty fridge to get it all wiped out. There are lots of sticky spots and who knows what’s in those nooks and crannies.
The kids are happy to be home. The dog is happy we’re home. Hubby is really happy we’re home. Waking up on a Monday in our own beds is surely something to be thankful for, no matter what the day has in store for us. And coffee, of course.
The kids and I flew to Oklahoma to visit Grandma Deb and Grandpa Dave (my mom and stepdad) for a whole week! EEK!! The last time any of us had been on a plane, Luke was 2 and Natalie was in utero. So it was pretty much like their first time flying. I was a nervous wreck through all of it, but the kids did great. And once we were at Grandma’s, we settled in quite nicely. Pictured below on Natalie’s head is their green cheek conure, Riley. I learned very quickly that I have a new fear of birds flying near my head, mainly because when he flew toward me I could feel the wind from his wings before I could see where he was. Thankfully, he was pretty harmless, and by the end of the week we were getting along just fine.
We had so many activities in store! Our first full day there we went hiking near some natural springs. I took a lot of really blurry photos of that, so you’ll just have to trust me that it was really cool and the kids enjoyed themselves.
The next day Grandma took us to the salt plains to dig for selenite crystals. I was happy to stand around and take pictures while they got dirty. Luke found the first crystal, which led us to the mother load of crystals. It was pretty exciting. (Oh, and I got to drive a car! Since it was wide open space and no one was around. Don’t tell anyone though lol)
Another day we visited the children’s science museum in town. This was similar to the one we have back home, but with a different mix of things to see. The kids had a blast here too, and it was a good way to stay out of the 100 degree weather.
I’m sure I’m getting the order of events mixed up, but at some point towards the end of the week we visited what we were calling the rock museum. The museum was a house, made entirely out of rocks, that belonged to a couple that did a bunch of stuff, and kept pretty much everything they owned. So now they keep it on display and let people come and look at it. Which is funny to me, because it’s just some people’s old things, preserved for no apparent reason. I still thought it was pretty cool to see all these items from an entirely different era, and the kids were great sports about it. Grandma even bought them some geode stones to take home and smash open.
Let’s see… we also did some put-put golfing, because my poor deprived children had never been, can you believe it!? I beat everybody, both times we went, but the kids scored a couple holes in one, so they were strong opponents, for sure. We celebrated the second day by taking them out for ice cream, as you can see below.
There was also grilling, eating out, a bit of swimming in the blow up pool to cool off, jewelry making with Grandma, and of course lots of playing with Riley, the bird. I’m sure I’m leaving out details. Yes, flying was stressful for me, having to rely on the kids to see and hear things for me, but it was really nice to get where we were going so quickly. For all the fun we had and getting some quality time with Grandma and Grandpa, it was totally worth it. It was a fantastic, full week of fun and I am so glad we went. We hope to do it again next year.