My attempt at honesty in motherhood

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Inspiration, Perspiration and Amnesia

After I went on a field trip with Nate's class and Abbie spent the morning gardening with Alan's mom, Abbie was extremely eager to plant flowers in our front yard.  Now if you know me, you know that I have the blackest of black thumbs.  Heck, it's not just my thumbs--My entire hand would appear necrotic from across the street.  But Abbie was very enthusiastic so I thought we'd give it a go.

We started by weeding up the steps.  I paid the kids a quarter for each bucket that they filled with weeds.  Look at the difference between the two sides!  They did an amazing job!


See the dent?  That's from my head.  That's the bottom of our bay window on the front of our house.  Abbie and I were planting those lovely yellow begonias that we had purchased at the farmer's market when the curse of my black thumb reared its ugly head.  I stood up a little too early, under the window, and bashed the back of my head on the bottom of the window.  I don't really remember what happened but all of a sudden I was sitting on our front porch step and the back of my head hurt like the dickens.  Abbie said I didn't fall over, I just stumbled backwards and sat down.  So I never lost consciousness, I just have some amnesia.  Nice.  And a nasty headache for several days.  And some very beautiful flowers.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Mama Bear in Overdrive

I've been thinking recently, probably due to an increased amount of time spent alone (sorry folks), about protecting my children.  Broad topic, I know.  I went on a field trip with Nate's class last week and witnessed some, well, unbecoming behavior.  Maybe that's what got me thinking. Nate's finishing kindergarten this week.  He'll be in first grade in the fall!  Abbie's starting preschool in the fall as well.  They're both participating in several MSCR activities this summer and they are both in Sunday School classes at church.  These are settings in which I cannot control who they are around or what happens to them when they are there.  That's terrifying!  I'm mainly talking about Nate at school right now.

I know that realistically all I can do is teach them right and wrong, and hope that they make the right decisions.  But it's so much more complicated than that!  What about when somebody is mean to them?  What about when they are put in a situation where they don't know what to do?  What about peer pressure?  Ack--I think I'm going to vomit.  Nate is so small.  I worry so much about him getting bullied.  He never has and he has tons of friends, but I am always so concerned about him getting picked on.  It's like the mama bear in me wants to teach him to threaten kids and punch them in the nose if they are mean to him, but I know that's not right. No, seriously, I know that's not right.  But I don't want him to be the kid who gets walked all over either because his mom always told him to tell a teacher.  It's such a fine line to walk.  I'm so grateful he's been good friends with everybody thus far.

Then there's Abbie.  Part of me says I don't need to worry at all because she's tough as nails, but man, she's a girl.  Girls are MEAN.  Boys bully.  But when they have a problem, they get it off their chests and then it's done.  Girls talk behind each other's backs and they gang up on each other and they pick sides.  Girls are vicious.  That terrifies me.  I know that Abbie could handle herself in a fight.  Heck, she could get Nate's back in a fight.  But against a pack of girls?  That might leave me crying in the hallway.  How do you protect them from that?

This is tough stuff.  Mothering is tough stuff.  Then you throw in the thought of other kids being mean to your kids??  To be perfectly honest, I've had several nightmares about this in the past week.  To be perfectly honest again, the dreams involved me screaming at an 11 year old for being "not nice" to Nate.  What are the boundaries?  When do I step in?  Can I discipline somebody else's child when they are clearly failing to do so?

I better stop now and have some hot chocolate to calm myself down.  My heart is racing and my adrenaline is pumping.  One more week of school before summer break...

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Judgement Day

This entry is obviously later than I had intended.  Oops.  Alan has returned to the family practice floor at UW where he is working, well, a lot.  Which leaves me at home with the kids all day (and a lot of nights) alone.  So I'm tired and busy.  Blah blah blah.

On to more important matters.  Edward.  My fictional love interest.  The New Moon teaser trailer.  Some of the fansites uploaded videos of people videotaping themselves watching the trailer for the first time.  If you're ever feeling down in the dumps and need a serious pick-me-up, stop by one of those sites and watch a couple of crazies screaming and crying as they watch Edward throw Bella across the room and shirtless Jacob phase into a werewolf.  It'll cheer you up in no time and I know that it makes me feel much better about my own obsession when I see these girls (and guys) recreating scenes from when the Beatles came to America.

My first reaction to the trailer was one of terror.  The main scene (after the Jasper paper cut scene) was Laurent in the meadow.  Bella is supposed to spend hours searching for this meadow--Their meadow, Edward's and Bella's meadow.  When she finally finds it, she's disapointed, but lo and behold, Laurent appears.  Bella is relieved because Laurent is, as disturbing as it is, proof that Edward's vampire world does exist.  But Laurent is not a vegetarian and without Edward there to save her decides to eat her.  Yada yada.  Sorry.  Not a book report... Anyways, the pack of werewolves shows up and chases Laurent away.  But Bella is SERIOUSLY confused because she just sees wolves as huge as horses, doesn't know that they're werewolves, doesn't have a clue that one of them is Jacob and cannot for the life of her figure out why they're chasing a vampire when all animals are terrified of vampires and lastly why Laurent would run from a bunch of big wolves.  So you can see why in the trailer, I might be slightly miffed.  Here she is in this patch of dead grass, which appears to be right next to Jacob's house, when all of a sudden Jacob appears, Bella yells for him to run and then he phases to a werewolf.  WHAT?!  Have no fear, though.  Watch this:



Yes, if you look closely, the nasty editing people spliced together multiple scenes just to trick us.  Bella is wearing different clothes when she is with Laurent and when she is with Jacob.  When she is with Laurent, she is also wearing a backpack.  Also, I like the wolf.  Some people have complained about it, but I think that they did the phasing well and I think it looks pretty real, although I did picture it bigger and shaggier.  But I guess maybe Jake had short hair by then, right?

The beginning of the trailer is a little lack-luster for me.  I'm rather unimpressed by Kristen Stewart's acting.  The raised eyebrow with kiss me?  Seriously?  Wouldn't Bella have tripped or choked?  And wasn't she supposed to fly through a glass table when Edward was protecting her from Jasper after the papercut?  Weren't all the other vampire affected by her blood?  They were all just standing around.  It's just a preview, as Alan keeps reminding me.  But if it's anything like Twilight, I better not get my hopes up... Despite my criticism, I'm optimistic.  I think that the filming is better, the color is better--I like that it's not that gray/blue of Twilight.  The makeup is better too.  Edward actually looks pastier than Bella in the breakup scene.  And they used some of the right dialogue there too, right out of the book.  That's good or some of the rabid fans would have hung Melissa Rosenberg again (and again).  I think that it will be better than Twilight.  That's not saying much, though, is it? :)

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Twilight Widower


This guy is hilarious.  His wife is a serious twiHArd, thus he has become a twilight widower/twidower.  he writes a blog for other twilight widowers--a support group of sorts.  it leaves me rolling after every entry.  this one was particularly hilarious.  

Twilight Widower

SUNDAY, MAY 17, 2009


Teen Heartthrobs II - The Reckoning

The other day, while trying to talk my wife down from buying a full-size Edward Cullen poster for our bedroom, I had an eerie sense of deja vu.

Hordes of screaming girls. Object of adoration plastered on posters and T-shirts everywhere. Impossibly sexy hair. 

And then it hit me. I've been here before.
 

It was 1988, and teenage boys everywhere were up against a force even their powerful hormones and youthful optimism could not defeat.
 

The New Kids on the Block (NKTOB) had arrived. This hair-gel based boy band stole the hearts of obsessive teenage fangirls the world over, leaving a trail of jealous, less-perfect boys in their wake. Donnie, Danny, Joey, Jordan and Jonathan lip-synched their way to fame and fortune, producing the kind of mass swoons even Robert Pattinson has yet to achieve.





Uncanny, isn't it?


Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would once again, over twenty years later, be forced to compete with an equally formidable adversary: Stephenie Meyers' fictional vampire Edward Cullen, as embodied by British sensation, Robert Pattinson.

At first, I felt uncomfortable reliving my most awkward of years. Butthe fact that I had lived through this before gave me hope: it didn't last then, and it cannot last now.

Sure, in 1988 they were bigger than Jesus.
 But by 1992, NKOTB experienced a wave of backlash they never recovered from. First came the disastrous self-produced album. Then allegations of lip-synching. Finally, persistent rumours that the band members hated each other took hold, and sales slumped.

Then in flash, they were gone.

Fast forward to 2009.

Twilight-mania has reached a fever pitch. After the release of the highly anticipated final chapter in the series, a successful movie and with a much-hyped sequel in the wings, we are experiencing the same high-water mark as NKOTB in 1989, between the release of 
Hangin' Tough and their number one single Step by Step.

If the parallels continue as they are now, I expect a final waning of the Twilight phenomenon due approximately in Fall 2014.

While this may seem like a long time, it is reassuring to know that this will eventually come to an end. With the continued support of blogs like this one, us Twilight Widowers should be able to weather these dark times, knowing there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Hang in there.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Trailer--Trash or Treasure?

It just premiered tonight.  I'm reserving judgement until the morning.  I'm trying desperately to stop writing now.  I just have to say, though... Oh my Edward!  (Wiping corner of mouth with husband's shirt.)

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Dear Friends


Look at this frozen moment of childhood.
Staring at this picture warms my heart.
Four young friends, simply enjoying each other's company (and freshly popped popcorn).
I love it.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The Big Five-O.

Fifty Pounds. I've lost fifty pounds.

For some reason this milestone seems "bigger" than the rest, ha ha. Maybe it's because I'm now under 15 pounds from my goal. Maybe it's because I can now fit into most of my old clothes. I am currently wearing a pair of jeans that I had in college--I remember outgrowing them sometime during my pregnancy with Nate. No, my body doesn't look anything like it did back then. There is a lot more hanging over the top of these pants than there used to be. But hey, they zip and they're comfortable and they fit. And so do all of my other pants. Most importantly, though, so does my wedding ring!

Fifty pounds is a lot of weight. It's 10 pounds more than Abbie weighs and Abbie is a big girl! So right now I am not going to focus on the fat hanging over my pants, or the circumference of my upper arms. I am going to congratulate myself for dropping over 25% of my body weight. I am going to celebrate joining the population of Americans who have a normal BMI because I do now. I am no longer considered overweight. I think that's the biggest thing for me--Aside from how I look, even by health standards, I am at a healthy weight. That's good enough for me.

BEFORE AND AFTER:

This is a picture from last June in San Fransisco with Alan's little brother and sister. I think that this was about as big as I got. Ack. It takes a lot for me to post this.

Here's a picture from this past weekend in Rhode Island with my kids and my nephew.


EDIT: Someone asked me how long it took me to lose the weight. Even though the pictures I posted are about a year apart, it wasn't that long! I have lost the majority of this weight since about mid-December.

Nate Has The Coolest Hair EVER

Nate is like the epitome of cool. He's easygoing. He's friendly. He's hilarious. He's nice. He smiles all the time. Everything is fine with him. He's adorable. Then to top it off, he has the most unbelievably awesome hair. Check this out:

He was only disappointed that we couldn't get it to stay like this outside of the bathtub.

Last Thursday, Nate's elementary school had Crazy Hair Day. I tried to get him to let me dye his hair, but he was VERY concerned that it would never come out, so we settled on making it HUGE. This is the back. Awesome, if you ask me. Nate is just so cool.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

New Moon Poster Revealed

The New Moon poster has been released:


I would like to write this post as a list of points:

1. Hush. Just because I'm not currently reading Twilight doesn't mean that I'm not still in love with Edward, nor does it mean that I have stopped stalking the current filming of New Moon.
2. Yes, I know that I am talking to myself. Nobody that reads this blog is NEARLY as obsessed with Twilight as I am. I get it. I will list off a million thoughts about how jacked this movie poster is and nobody will care. Got it.
3. This poster is jacked!
4. I HATED New Moon the first time I read it. (SPOILER ALERT!!) Edward leaves. He's gone for basically the entire book. It's depressing. Bella is depressed. It's the darkest period of her life, hence the title, New Moon. So why in tarnation is Edward in the very front of the movie poster? He's supposed to be gone! This movie is about Bella and Jacob.
5. Um, is Bella holding on to Jacob's gun? No, thank you! I guess it would work, but only if she couldn't see Edward. Otherwise she would be reaching for him.
6. Jacob looks good. That 30 lbs of muscle he gained since Twilight to become a werewolf did him good. No complaints there.
7. Since when did Bella start wearing makeup? She's completely depressed throughout the entire book. She has to drag herself to school. She's hardly going to make herself look gorgeous. She's supposed to be plain. (SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Plus when she turns into a vampire in Breaking Dawn, what are they going to do with her then, if she's been looking gorgeous with tons of makeup through New Moon and Eclipse? She didn't wear any makeup in Twilight!
8. If this is New Moon, why does it look like there's an Eclipse in the trees?
9. Does it look like Jacob is stabbing Bella in the stomach?
10. I do like that Jacob is trying to keep Bella from Edward. Ironically, Jacob is the only one I do like in the entire poster. Hmph.
11. The colors are a lot more brown than in Twilight. Twilight was really gray and blue. Maybe they're changing things up because of the wolf pack?
12. That's enough. I'm sure my husband is wondering where I am. This is two days in a row spent on Twilight activities. Uh oh...

Scuba Nate and Pirate Abbie

Nate and Abbie both reached the top of their reward charts! I laugh knowing that Nate had 20 spots to move and Abbie had 10 (Nate laughed too--quietly). But we are so proud of both of them. Nate had to keep his bedroom clean, pick up his toys, clear the dining room table after dinner and load the dishwasher. Abbie had to keep her bedroom clean, pick up her toys daily and clean the bathroom counter 2x/week and be polite. The new thing for these charts was that they could move backwards on their charts. We had never done that before. I think that Abbie probably moved 30 spots before she actually reached the pirate ship at 10. Abbie got to go to Sonic and Nate is going bowling--These are the treats that they selected. It worked! Here we go again!




Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Bishop on Twilight


I've been doing so much better. Seriously. I've haven't read a Twilight book for at least 2 months now. I still wear my Edward shirt (and I got a Forks High School t-shirt--oops, that was backwards movement), but overall my addiction is, well, not getting worse. I haven't watched the movie in several weeks now and the CD in my car is my sister's CD, not the Twilight soundtrack. I'm still addicted, but it's controlled... My psychiatrist husband would just laugh at me right now. Anyways... I just had to post this. I'm definitely Team Edward, for the record.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Bitty Bakers

Abbie is participating in a cooking class! Her class is called Bitty Bakers! It is a class for 3-5 year olds at Bean Sprouts Cafe in Middleton. She loves it. Last week they made Vanilla Ice Cream and Honey Cookies. She'll be going every Wednesday morning. Here are some pictures from her first week.

Making the cookies

Stirring the ice cream

Eating the ice cream! (They rolled their ice cream in chocolate chips--Super yummy idea!)

This was us making cookies for a friend's birthday at home, but I just thought it was a funny picture. (And Abbie loves her new apron.)

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

Please see:

Somebody Actually Said That? for some quality jokes courtesy of a three-year-old brain.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Olbrich Gardens

This morning, Abbie and I were lucky enough to meet some friends at Olbrich Gardens. It was sunny and warm and beautiful!

How can a tree named Crab Apple be so gorgeous?!

Abbie was completely baffled by how water was coming out of the middle of this rock.

This was definitely the highlight of her trip.

I want a rock pool when I grow up.

Abbie and Brennan (and Heather) enjoying a big leaf

Cherokee Marsh

Last Friday, I was able to accompany Nate on a field trip! His class and the two other kindergarten classes from Van Hise went to Cherokee Marsh. What an experience! We spent about 2 hours with some naturalists, hiking and examining marsh water. It was pretty fun, other than lasting way too long and the fact that we didn't have any water. The kids got bored, hot and thirsty. And the ticks. Yes the ticks. We spent the entire field trip pulling ticks off of all the kids. But other than that, it was fun. :)

Here we are looking at a red spider mite.

These are not good for the trees. All the kids got was that they were nasty cause they looked like worms.

Here is my group of kids dipping cups into the marsh water. We found some mosquito larvae and a snail. Only one kid fell in (not from my group). :)

I remember going to Cherokee Marsh a lot as a child. One of my favorite memories was catching snakes. I told Nate about that and he about peed his pants. Nate is, well, terrified of snakes. He got a book for his birthday about snakes and hid it behind his bookshelf. He won't even enter the herpeterium at the zoo. We only saw one snake at the marsh and wow---I think that I'm going to sign Nate up for track. That boy can run! He came home and told Alan that we saw a rattlesnake. I love that kid.

For My Honey


This was a coupon that came in the Dollars & Sense magazine in our mail today. Alan pointed it out to me and then proceeded to laugh hysterically. This IS his sense of humor. And that's why I love him.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

It's All About Perspective--Gratitude

Last week, as I wandered around a bookstore, I happened across a book that caught my eye: This Is Not the Life I Ordered. (What is the grammatically correct way to write the name of a book when you cannot underline it?) Ha, I thought. This was, "coincidentally", the day after the worst day of Intern Year. All I had been thinking was that this was not the life I ordered. Now somebody had written a book about it! Fancy that! "50 Ways to keep your head above water when life keeps dragging you down." Even better! This was it--God's life jacket, if you will.

The book is written by four women: An award-winning filmmaker, a best-selling business writer, a groundbreaking journalist, and a U.S. congressperson. These women have been through it all. Successful careers and career failures. Happy marriages, deaths of spouses and affairs. Children and step-children. Being shot. Infertility and miscarriages. You name it, they've probably lived through it. A number of years ago, they started a kitchen table group. It's exactly what it sounds like. They started meeting at least once a month around each other's kitchen tables to survive. They supported each other. They encouraged true honesty and courage. The book is about these meetings and friendships. It describes how to form your own kitchen table group. But more than that, it is filled with quotes and inspiration for how to survive when life seems hopeless. I highly recommend it.

I'll probably be posting a few entries about this book in the coming weeks. Last night and today, however, I was struck by an idea and had to act on it. GRATITUDE. Here is some of the science of gratitude:
*Dr. Robert Emmons, professor of psychology at the University of California, has been conducting scientific research on gratitude and its importance for nearly twenty years, funded by the National Institute of Health. He found that:
*Those who wrote in gratitude journals on a weekly basis also exercised more regularly, reported fewer physical symptoms, felt better about their lives, and were more optimistic than the control group that did not keep the journals.
*Participants who kept gratitude lists were more likely to have made progress toward important personal goals over a two-month period compared to those who did not.
*Grateful people reported higher levels of positive emotions and lower levels of depression and stress.

The idea of counting our blessings is nothing new. I'm ashamed to admit, though, that with science to back it up, I am more likely to try it. I have been feeling very ungrateful lately. I've been working on that. But a recent experience made me realize that it's all about perspective. I found that I was judging somebody for complaining about how difficult their life was--How they didn't know if they could go on like this anymore. When I looked at their life, I saw blessing after blessing after blessing. But to them, it was very difficult. I know that if somebody else looked at my life and heard the way that I carry on, goodness! So instead of letting somebody else look at my life and think about all of the blessings that I have, I have decided to do it myself. I am starting a gratitude journal. Abbie helped me pick one out at the store today. I will write in it at least once a day and I will write in it whenever I am feeling sorry for myself. I will write in it whenever I want to say, "Poor me." I know that this won't fix everything, but the attitude adjustment that I've made in myself in the last week has had a profound change in the happiness scale of our days. So this can only help. I won't be posting these things online because they're private, but as inspiration, I'll give a couple for today:

*I'm grateful that I found true love
*I'm grateful that I have a home
*I'm grateful that my children have enough food to eat every day
*I'm grateful that it didn't rain all week like it was supposed to
*I'm grateful for the friends who invited us over for dinner tonight
*I'm grateful that I have a car
*I'm grateful that Alan is not still in medical school
*I'm grateful that I have been able to lose almost 50 lbs
*I'm grateful that I am not depressed
*I'm grateful for brownies

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Happenings

Yeah. This is how it goes in our house.

Alan worked super hard to remove and then replace the sway bar linkage on our car. He finally finished today!

I have a very clear understanding of why God made children so cute when I look at Abbie's adorable little face. If she weren't this precious, I would definitely have her head on a plate most days.

We met a friend at the zoo earlier in the week. Abbie rode the penguin on the carousel. She has recently had an odd fascination with penguins...

We've been spending lots of time at one of our neighborhood parks. It's amazing to me how much more manageable life is when the weather is nice.

Abbie has found a new love in cooking and baking. We've planned out an intricate new menu this week so that she can help out with dinners every night.

Kindergarten Soccer

Nate had his first soccer game yesterday. He is playing for the Regent Swifts and all of his teammates are from his school. He loves it. The kids are so much fun to watch. A few of the players who have older siblings who play soccer sort of know what they are doing, but for the most part, it's comedy. The out-of-bounds concept does not exist. Running after you kick the ball is a foreign concept. And the best descriptor I can give for watching it is "swarm soccer." But they did a great job. His team always knew which way they were going/where their goal was. They knew the general rules and they had a great time. I'm so excited for next Saturday!

I know I'm biased, but I can't get over how cute he is. Ahh!

Go Nate!

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Follow Up

Hmmmm.... Where to start? I guess saying that today was a better day. The kids slept through the night last night--A miracle! Actually, I have a theory about that. I think that Abbie spends so much time awake during the middle of the night because it's the only time that she can see Alan. My theory was validated last night when she slept all night long because he wasn't home. I digress. I didn't sleep too well--I never sleep well without Alan home, but at least I didn't have to be up with the kids. That was a huge blessing. Anyways, we got up, showered, ate breakfast and got ready for church. Amazingly, we were out the door on time!

I debated for a while last night and even a little this morning on whether or not I wanted to take the kids to church. That was stupid. I'm so glad that I went. It was wonderful to see friends, many of whom I hadn't seen in a while because we've been sick and out of town, etc. I needed to be bouyed up. As I looked around the chapel, I counted at least three other women who were there without their husbands. Not just sitting alone because their husbands were on the stands, but actually alone at church. It was strangely comforting. More than that, it was humbling. It was like I was slapped in the face--"Hey lady! You're not the only one!"

One of the talks at church today was about the talk that I posted yesterday. In our church, the clergy does not do the speaking during our meetings. The members do the speaking. I was so blessed by the people who spoke today. I felt like I learned something from each of them. The woman who spoke about the talk that I posted yesterday did an amazing job. Again, I felt like she was speaking to me. Thank you so much. If I had gotten nothing else out of church today, your talk was proof to me that I was supposed to be there.

And then miracle of miracles, Alan got done with work early at like 11 and came to the end of church! The kids and I hadn't seen him since Friday night, so it was a lovely surprise. To top it off, our home teacher seemed to be incredibly in tune with the Spirit and offered to watch the kids for a couple of hours this afternoon. I can honestly say that God was watching over me today. I totally didn't deserve it, especially after my rant yesterday, but there He was. I am blessed.

I did find something pretty amusing at church today that I just have to throw in here. Our Relief Society lesson was about virtue. One of the things that was brought up a couple of times was swearing. Hee hee.

Anyways, this afternoon, we dropped our kids off at our home teacher's house. The kids are friends with their kids and were excited to play. Alan and I didn't really do anything. We just went for a drive. It was nice to get out for an hour. When we went back, we were invited to stay for dinner. It was so wonderful. I wonder if this family knows what they did for us today. I'm sure that they don't, but I do hope that they are blessed for it. It was so nice to talk to adults for a few hours--To talk to another mom with kids the same ages as mine. I realized that I used to do things like that a lot. I've become a shut-in. I felt so much better leaving their house. I think that they sensed that things have been difficult because they offered to babysit for us next Saturday if Alan can get off for the evening. (I'm really hoping!) What good people they are. These are the kind of people who I can only hope to be like someday.

So here's what I've come to: I didn't use to sit at home all day alone. Abbie and Nate and I used to get out and hang out with friends. I didn't used to be bitter and angry. I didn't used to hate life. I need to be proactive. This situation isn't going to change. The only thing that can change is how I react to it. Period. So I am going to call people. I am going to suck up my insecurities and call people, despite my worries that they don't like me. I am going to make plans ahead of time--Days ahead of time. I am going to make lots of plans, for every day. I'm going to take control of my life. I'm going to stop letting life control me. Here we go!


Rachel, sorry Adeline has been sick. It's always something, isn't it? Is OB as bad for Sam as you thought it would be? I'll call you this week. Let's do something.

Erin, life is funny, isn't it? It's so true that in high school, I did know you through your sister. But motherhood really does bring people together! I know a lot of people doing PhD programs. That can be pretty ridiculous too. How much longer does he have? I'm so glad that you've found a job to get you through things. Hang in there! And thank you for your comments!

Kara, the 80 hour work week is a law, but they sort of cheat. It's an 80 hour average over 4 weeks. So you can work 100+ hours one week as long as it's not more than 320 hours in 4 weeks. And you have to have 1 day off every 7 days, but that's over 4 weeks too. They screw them as much as they can. Garrick so made the right choice!! Tell him he's a genius!

Saturday, April 25, 2009

None Were With Him

Every six months, in April and October, the leadership of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints gives a General Conference. Counsel is given and we are taught. This past General Conference, I tried to listen as it was broadcast over the internet, although Alan was on call all weekend, so it was difficult to listen while keeping the kids occupied. I did manage to hear one talk. I believe that I heard that one talk for a reason. Even as I listened earlier this month, I remember thinking that it was the best talk that I've ever heard. I love that it is doctrine. Sometimes the talks that are very opinionated and not so much doctrinally based really bother me. Anyways... I loved this talk. After I wrote my, um, colorful entry earlier, I had this talk pop into my head. Actually, I was talking to a friend about it yesterday, ironically enough. I found it at lds.org and was amazed at how it truly spoke to me. It's like it was written for me. I thought I'd post it here. Maybe it will be comforting to someone else too.

None Were with Him

Elder Jeffrey R. Holland
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
Trumpeted from the summit of Calvary is the truth that we will never be left alone nor unaided, even if sometimes we may feel that we are.
Elder Jeffrey R. HollandThank you, Sister Thompson, and thanks to the remarkable women of this Church. Brothers and sisters, my Easter-season message today is intended for everyone, but it is directed in a special way to those who are alone or feel alone or, worse yet, feel abandoned. These might include those longing to be married, those who have lost a spouse, and those who have lost—or have never been blessed with—children. Our empathy embraces wives forsaken by their husbands, husbands whose wives have walked away, and children bereft of one or the other of their parents—or both. This group can find within its broad circumference a soldier far from home, a missionary in those first weeks of homesickness, or a father out of work, afraid the fear in his eyes will be visible to his family. In short it can include all of us at various times in our lives.
To all such, I speak of the loneliest journey ever made and the unending blessings it brought to all in the human family. I speak of the Savior’s solitary task of shouldering alone the burden of our salvation. Rightly He would say: “I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the people there was none with me. . . . I looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold [me].”1
As President Uchtdorf so beautifully noted earlier, we know from scripture that Jesus’s messianic arrival in Jerusalem on the Sunday preceding Passover, a day directly analogous to this very morning, was a great public moment. But eagerness to continue walking with Him would quickly begin to wane.
Soon enough He was arraigned before the Israelite leaders of the day—first Annas, the former high priest, then Caiaphas, the current high priest. In their rush to judgment these men and their councils declared their verdict quickly and angrily. “What further need have we of witnesses?” they cried. “He is [worthy] of death.”2
With that He was brought before the gentile rulers in the land. Herod Antipas, the tetrarch of Galilee, interrogated Him once, and Pontius Pilate, the Roman governor in Judea, did so twice, the second time declaring to the crowd, “I, having examined him before you, have found no fault in this man.”3 Then, in an act as unconscionable as it was illogical, Pilate “scourged Jesus, [and] delivered him to be crucified.”4 Pilate’s freshly washed hands could not have been more stained or more unclean.
Such ecclesiastical and political rejection became more personal when the citizenry in the street turned against Jesus as well. It is one of the ironies of history that sitting with Jesus in prison was a real blasphemer, a murderer and revolutionary known as Barabbas, a name or title in Aramaic meaning “son of the father.”5 Free to release one prisoner in the spirit of the Passover tradition, Pilate asked the people, “Whether of the twain will ye that I release unto you?” They said, “Barabbas.”6 So one godless “son of the father” was set free while a truly divine Son of His Heavenly Father moved on to crucifixion.
This was also a telling time among those who knew Jesus more personally. The most difficult to understand in this group is Judas Iscariot. We know the divine plan required Jesus to be crucified, but it is wrenching to think that one of His special witnesses who sat at His feet, heard Him pray, watched Him heal, and felt His touch could betray Him and all that He was for 30 pieces of silver. Never in the history of this world has so little money purchased so much infamy. We are not the ones to judge Judas’s fate, but Jesus said of His betrayer, “Good [were it] for that man if he had not been born.”7
Of course others among the believers had their difficult moments as well. Following the Last Supper, Jesus left Peter, James, and John to wait while He ventured into the Garden of Gethsemane alone. Falling on His face in prayer, “sorrowful . . . unto death,”8 the record says, His sweat came as great drops of blood9 as He pled with the Father to let this crushing, brutal cup pass from Him. But, of course, it could not pass. Returning from such anguished prayer He found His three chief disciples asleep, prompting Him to ask, “Could ye not watch with me one hour?”10 So it happens two more times until on His third return He says compassionately, “Sleep on now, and take your rest,”11 though there would be no rest for Him.
Later, after Jesus’s arrest and appearance at trial, Peter, accused of knowing Jesus and being one of His confidants, denies that accusation not once but three times. We don’t know all that was going on here, nor do we know of protective counsel which the Savior may have given to His Apostles privately,12 but we do know Jesus was aware that even these precious ones would not stand with Him in the end, and He had warned Peter accordingly.13 Then, with the crowing of the cock, “the Lord turned, and looked upon Peter. And Peter remembered the word of the Lord. . . . And [he] went out, and wept bitterly.”14
Thus, of divine necessity, the supporting circle around Jesus gets smaller and smaller and smaller, giving significance to Matthew’s words: “All the disciples [left] him, and fled.”15 Peter stayed near enough to be recognized and confronted. John stood at the foot of the cross with Jesus’s mother. Especially and always the blessed women in the Savior’s life stayed as close to Him as they could. But essentially His lonely journey back to His Father continued without comfort or companionship.
Now I speak very carefully, even reverently, of what may have been the most difficult moment in all of this solitary journey to Atonement. I speak of those final moments for which Jesus must have been prepared intellectually and physically but which He may not have fully anticipated emotionally and spiritually—that concluding descent into the paralyzing despair of divine withdrawal when He cries in ultimate loneliness, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”16
The loss of mortal support He had anticipated, but apparently He had not comprehended this. Had He not said to His disciples, “Behold, the hour . . . is now come, that ye shall be scattered, every man to his own, and shall leave me alone: and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with me” and “The Father hath not left me alone; for I do always those things that please him”?17
With all the conviction of my soul I testify that He did please His Father perfectly and that a perfect Father did not forsake His Son in that hour. Indeed, it is my personal belief that in all of Christ’s mortal ministry the Father may never have been closer to His Son than in these agonizing final moments of suffering. Nevertheless, that the supreme sacrifice of His Son might be as complete as it was voluntary and solitary, the Father briefly withdrew from Jesus the comfort of His Spirit, the support of His personal presence. It was required; indeed it was central to the significance of the Atonement, that this perfect Son who had never spoken ill nor done wrong nor touched an unclean thing had to know how the rest of humankind—us, all of us—would feel when we did commit such sins. For His Atonement to be infinite and eternal, He had to feel what it was like to die not only physically but spiritually, to sense what it was like to have the divine Spirit withdraw, leaving one feeling totally, abjectly, hopelessly alone.
But Jesus held on. He pressed on. The goodness in Him allowed faith to triumph even in a state of complete anguish. The trust He lived by told Him in spite of His feelings that divine compassion is never absent, that God is always faithful, that He never flees nor fails us. When the uttermost farthing had then been paid, when Christ’s determination to be faithful was as obvious as it was utterly invincible, finally and mercifully, it was “finished.”18 Against all odds and with none to help or uphold Him, Jesus of Nazareth, the living Son of the living God, restored physical life where death had held sway and brought joyful, spiritual redemption out of sin, hellish darkness and despair. With faith in the God He knew was there, He could say in triumph, “Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.”19
Brothers and sisters, one of the great consolations of this Easter season is that because Jesus walked such a long, lonely path utterly alone, we do not have to do so. His solitary journey brought great company for our little version of that path—the merciful care of our Father in Heaven, the unfailing companionship of this Beloved Son, the consummate gift of the Holy Ghost, angels in heaven, family members on both sides of the veil, prophets and apostles, teachers, leaders, friends. All of these and more have been given as companions for our mortal journey because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the Restoration of His gospel. Trumpeted from the summit of Calvary is the truth that we will never be left alone nor unaided, even if sometimes we may feel that we are. Truly the Redeemer of us all said, “I will not leave you comfortless. [My Father and] I will come to you [and abide with you].”20
My other plea at Easter time is that these scenes of Christ’s lonely sacrifice, laced with moments of denial and abandonment and, at least once, outright betrayal, must never be reenacted by us. He has walked alone once. Now, may I ask that never again will He have to confront sin without our aid and assistance, that never again will He find only unresponsive onlookers when He sees you and me along His Via Dolorosa in our present day. As we approach this holy week—Passover Thursday with its Paschal Lamb, atoning Friday with its cross, Resurrection Sunday with its empty tomb—may we declare ourselves to be more fully disciples of the Lord Jesus Christ, not in word only and not only in the flush of comfortable times but in deed and in courage and in faith, including when the path is lonely and when our cross is difficult to bear. This Easter week and always, may we stand by Jesus Christ “at all times and in all things, and in all places that [we] may be in, even until death,”21 for surely that is how He stood by us when it was unto death and when He had to stand entirely and utterly alone. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

NOTES
1. Isaiah 63:3, 5; see also D&C 76:107; 88:106; 133:50.
2. Matthew 26:65–66; see footnote 66b.
3. Luke 23:14.
4. Matthew 27:26.
5. See Bible Dictionary, “Barabbas,” 619.
6. Matthew 27:21.
7. Matthew 26:24.
8. Matthew 26:38.
9. See Luke 22:44; Mosiah 3:7; D&C 19:18.
10. Matthew 26:40.
11. Matthew 26:45.
12. See Spencer W. Kimball, Peter, My Brother, Brigham Young University Speeches of the Year (July 13, 1971), 5.
13. See Mark 14:27–31.
14. Luke 22:61–62.
15. Matthew 26:56.
16. Matthew 27:46; emphasis added.
17. John 16:32; 8:29.
18. See John 19:30.
19. Luke 23:46.
20. John 14:18; see also v. 23.
21. Mosiah 18:9.

Where Do I Go?

Warning: Ridiculous and disgusting amounts of profanity to follow. (When I get really mad, I swear. It's a bad habit. Alan thinks it's hilarious. If it offends you, I apologize. You've been warned.)

This fucking sucks. FUCKING SUCKS. The shit has hit the fan. We're talking one of those huge industrial strength carpet drying fans. Wall-to-wall carpeting. And a lot of shit. A whole lot of shit.

I think that I figured out how everything fell apart at once. Whoop-dee-fricking-do. This is about so much more that being a SAHM. I've been coasting along now, patting myself on the back for how well we've been doing. Alan's been working like a fucking madman (which is funny since he's a psychiatrist) and we've been fine. I never broke down when he was gone overnight 3 nights a week for a month. Even the 80 hours a week didn't break me. Great work, Em. You rock! (I'm an idiot.) Here's the rub: I wasn't thinking. I was just doing. I was living from minute to minute. I never thought about how much he was working. I never counted the days until we got a day off. I never counted the hours. I never thought about how much it sucked. I just kept going. That's how we survived. And it worked. Until I thought about it. Then me and my fucking monkeybrain decided to count how many hours Alan worked last week. After that, why not use that monkeybrain to count how many days straight he works. I am a fucking moron. Why couldn't I just keep doing? Why did I have to think about it?!

So that's the problem. It all caught up with me. All the hours. The hundred hour work weeks. You try--Look at this written out and imagine it's your husband's schedule:
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday (OVERNIGHT)
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
SUNDAY OFF
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
SUNDAY OFF

And then it just keeps going like that. 6 days on, one day off (if we're lucky and don't have a black weekend). I don't know the call schedule, so that's not even included. Hours are too variable to say--Before we get up in the morning (ass crack of dawn) til after dinner in the evening. Call days are ACOD one day till 1PM the next day. That sucks, right? Am I wrong that this schedule blows chunks? I realize that I'm complaining. I'm bitching. I get it. I need to bitch. I'm fucking pissed about this damn schedule and I'm fucking sick of it. I'm going to bitch about it, damn it. Then I'll be done and hopefully feel a little better. Phhh.

I've hit my limit. I get that there are people who can just do this. Although after talking to a good friend in the same life situation, we have noticed that most of the people who seem fine didn't go through med school AND internship AND residency WITH their husbands and children. Of course there are exceptions. I wish I were one of them. There are women who seem happy all the time despite never seeing their husbands. We wonder if it's a facade--Or do they just not care about their husbands the way we do? Maybe their husbands are past this shithole intern year and actually see their families. Maybe they're just frigid bitches who don't care about anything. That was mean. Sorry. Anyways, my point is that I can't do this anymore. I can't be home alone all day every day and half the nights. I'm done. But the worst part is that I don't have a choice. It's not like Alan can just cut back on his hours. This doctor shit is fucking bullshit. FUCKING BULLSHIT. If you're thinking about going into medicine, GET OUT NOW. Even Alan (and a lot of the other residents--not just psychiatry) that he talks to will tell you it's not worth it. And that whole dream of marrying a doctor from the 50s or whatever? PSYCHOS!

So what do I do? Where do I go? Do I pull Nate from school and move home with my parents for the next 4 years until Alan's done with residency and fellowship? Do I email this lovely blog entry to his fucking boss and hope that he gets fired so that he can work at walmart? I think that the worst part of all of this, maybe even worse than the hours is the trapped feeling. We don't have a choice in any of this. He can't call in sick--He can't take time off. There are no sick days. Ironic, isn't it? No sick days for doctors. I am not angry at Alan for any of this. He feels just as awful about it as I do. SO WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO? I just want to scream. There's no solution. He can't come home and make it better. He can't come home at all.

I feel like suck a selfish bitch writing all of this. At least I have a husband! At least my husband has a job! Way to count those blessings, Em! I know how this must sound. But it's how I feel. And I have spent the entire afternoon balling my eyes out, so I had to get it out somehow. My kids are at my inlaw's house. After I got out of the shower crying and they saw me crying and they started crying, I realized that it was time for some help. Apparently I'm not doing as good a job at hiding my shitty mood as I thought I was. My poor kids. Now Nate and Abbie are paying for it. I'm not okay with that. I can deal my own disasters, but when it starts to effect my children, something has to change. But what to change? I'm so stuck. I honestly don't know what to do.

I just don't know what to do.

After re-reading this entry, I have several thoughts. The first is that I will probably alienate myself even more by posting this. I should probably go ahead and make the blog private. I've been thinking about it for a while and after posting something like this... Well, friends don't come around much as it is. Second, I'm sorry about all of the swearing. I hope that you can find it funny like Alan does. If you have virgin ears (Diana Dimond), sorry. I haven't always been Mormon... And lastly, despite how miserable everything seems, I am grateful for a lot of things in my life--Alan being the number one thing and my kids being two and three. I love them more than I could ever explain, and no matter how much I complain, I'm so glad that they're mine.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Check

Everybody needs a good cry every now and then, right?

Shower check
Nate to school check
Cry check

Life got the best of me this morning. This afternoon. Today. It got me good! I've known that it was coming, if I'm being completely honest with myself at least. I don't have anything to complain about--Life is good. I've actually been counting my blessings recently. Hallelujah! Right? I'm not going to say that things haven't been stressful. I can honestly say that Alan worked at least 100 hours last week. That's no exaggeration. He was gone at work at least 100 hours. That's a lot to handle right? I've been sick with some sort of cold, bronchitis crap for 5 weeks now. Abbie's got it too, along with double pink eye. Alan's got some weird stomach bug. We've all had fever. But honestly, life is good. Nobody is dying. Nobody is depressed. Things are good. Alan's job is secure--All 100 hours of it. :) So what's the problem? I'm asking myself the same thing!

MONOTONY. MONOTONY. MONOTONY.

Every day I get up and Alan is gone. The kids and I eat breakfast, we get Nate ready for school and drop him off. Abbie and I come home. I shower and get dressed. Lately, I stand in the shower until ALL of the hot water is gone--A time waster to be honest. Abbie reads or plays quietly or comes to ask me when I'm getting out, leaving the door open and letting all the hot air out with it. :) If it's warm, we walk the dog. Then if I'm lucky, it's 9 AM. Only 6 hours til we get to pick up Nate from school. There lies the problem. What the hell am I going to do for the next 6 hours? Every day is the same. Abbie is a homebody. She hates going anywhere. If it were up to her, we would sit at home all day every day. I have to leave the house for my sanity. Conflict! Recently, I have found my days dragging. By the time I get out of the shower, I really wonder what on earth we're going to do for the rest of the day. Do I try to save myself and get out of the house--Is it worth the crap the Abbie is going to lay down when I try to make her leave? Or do I resign myself to spending the next 10 hours until bedtime at home, knowing full well that I might have to take another shower to make it through the day?

I know it sounds horrible. I feel like a failure of a mother writing this. It's not that I don't love Abbie. There are moments every day that I love being home with her. Reading, playing outside, sidewalk chalk, imaginary play, her laughing, etc. We really do have fun. And the thought of being away from her all day or even a large part of the day makes my heart hurt, but I don't know if I can do this anymore! The day just goes so slowly. It's like torture sometimes. How awful of me to say, right? Being a SAHM is torture? Is that what I'm saying? Ugh! What am I saying?

All my life I've had a hard time following through with things. My parents have told me that I quit everything I start. The only I didn't quit was school--I finished that with a vengeance! And I didn't quit Alan. And I haven't quit my kids. So I'm a little sensitive about this. But I feel like I might need a change. Maybe I need a part time job. Maybe I just need to get Abbie involved in some classes. Maybe I just need some friends. I've never felt so lonely or isolated in my entire life. Alan says that all SAHM feel isolated, but I wonder if sometimes people just like being home. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who feels lonely. Nate had a dentist appt. this afternoon and I seriously couldn't wait to get to that appt. so that I could talk to an adult. I really feel like being home alone with a three year old all day isn't healthy for my head. Maybe it's fine for some people, but it's not for me. There, I said it. I just don't think that this is working for me. I don't know that a job is the answer. But something has to change. Maybe a class for me. Maybe regular playdates. Maybe regular outings. But it has to be scheduled. I think that's the key. Ugh. Who knows what the key is. Obviously I don't or I wouldn't have spent an hour crying today.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Part of me wants to delete this post and run for the hills because I ever wrote it. I'm ashamed to admit these things about myself. But I'm going to post it. Honesty is what I'm supposed to be about. And the only reason I wouldn't post it is because I would worry about what people are thinking. Here's to not giving a rat's *#$...

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Nate Turns SIX

On April 14, Nate turned six years old. Crazy! I can't even believe that he's six. He has two loose teeth, plays on a soccer team, can read--It's unreal! Nate is such a special kid. Last week when Alan had to be on call multiple times in one week, he bought the kids a couple of little lego sets to play with. Nate is really good with legos, but Abbie needs a lot of help building hers, even though these were just tiny sets. Well, Nate helped Abbie build her set and then played with her for a little bit before he even built his. That's just how he is. He always thinks about others. He's good to the core. I have to remind myself that he is still a kid because he definitely does not act like a six year old should. I am so blessed to have Nate in my life. Happy birthday, Nate-Nate!




Diana's Wedding

I am completely ashamed to admit that I have no good pictures from this wedding. In fact, I don't have a single picture of Nate at all. It's a travesty because he looked so good in his little vest and did such a good job as the ring bearer (wedding #3). I don't have a good picture of Abbie's dress, which I did finish despite the kids splashing paint all over it. And the only picture I have of Alan and me makes us look drunk. Maybe we were. We left Madison at 5:30PM Friday evening and were home again by 10AM Sunday. So we didn't even spend a total of 36 hours in DC. Needless to say, the kids were tired. I was sick the entire trip. Nate fell out of bed the first night and got a fat lip. It was the longest short trip we've ever taken... But Diana got married--Yeah. Here's the photo evidence that we were there:

Diana and Justin at their reception on the Miss Cherry Blossom (a boat on the Potomac)

View from the boat

Alan can't handle his liquor nearly as well as I can

This prety much sums up the trip. Abbie freaked out cause she was getting hot in the car on the ride from the airport so she took off her shirt and then immediately fell asleep.

Blasphemy



I love it.