Last spring, I took a day off work to volunteer in Lola’s class for Olympic Day. It was on one of the last days of school. There are games, races, and contests. Well before Lola was born, I spent about five years as PTA president planning Olympic Day events. I knew the drill, but Lola didn’t know that. She became obsessed with what I was going to wear to Olympic Day. For about a week, she quizzed me on what I thought I might wear, and then she would point out that whatever particular outfit I was wearing would be entirely inappropriate for Olympic Day. These conversations would typically occur when I walked in the door still wearing the clothes I had worn to the office that day. What? I shouldn’t wear a skirt and heals to Olympic Day? Day after day, I had a lot of fun teasing Lola. Finally the weekend came, and when I came downstairs wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, she said “There! Wear THAT to Olympic Day!” Continue Reading »
I had some bad news today. My laptop is dead. That’s it. They said that it can’t be fixed. Time to get a new one. So for now, I am still delegated to this computer with the sticky keyboard located in a room off of the kitchen. My blogging is going to suffer! Continue Reading »
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the terrible breakdown I had in my therapist’s office. In the two years that I have been seeing her, the day of the breakdown was probably the most honest moment I have allowed myself to have during our sessions. I freaked her out. Heck, I freaked myself out! I took her advice (for about four days) and began taking antidepressants again. I could have continued to numb myself into a state of calm. I did that before. I’m not saying that there isn’t a time when medication is necessary and beneficial. I’m not saying that those who choose to go that route are wrong. However, at this time and place in my life, antidepressants are not what is needed. I don’t need to be numbed. Instead, my breakdown was cathartic. It made me ultra-aware that the changes that are needed in my life must come from within myself. Instead of numbness, I need strength. As painful and as difficult as that day in my therapist’s office was, and the days that followed, I have come out on the other side with a new awareness and sense of self-protection. The breakdown forced me to face lingering issues. After all, something caused it. Something was WRONG. I could either numb it, and in my opinion, deny the problem, or I could begin to look for causes, answers, and potential solutions. Continue Reading »
Caribou is here! From the first moment we met, there was no doubt. He was meant to be a part of our lives.
The girls and I were nervous the entire day. I think we were all afraid that something would go wrong. Maybe the breeder would call and say that we needed to wait a couple days more. Or what if, God forbid, we didn’t like him? What if he wasn’t sweet? What if he was yippy, or too shy? Or what if “something” just didn’t feel right? The girls and I were quiet all morning (very unusual!) Each of us were keeping our thoughts to ourselves, but worrying in our own ways. Continue Reading »