figuring it all out

I saved this blog post (But I'm Here) a while ago. Something in it hit me in just the write way, and I put it aside to ruminate on later {from here on out all block quotes belong to Mrs. Odie}.

One of my all time favorite movies is Postcards from the Edge. There are so many gems in that film, I find another perfect line of dialogue every time I watch. When the main character comes home from rehab, her mother throws her a big party. That’s right, and to stack inappropriateness on top of questionable judgment, mom proceeds to make herself the center of attention by performing a song and dance number at the piano.

“Good times and bum times/I’ve seen ‘em all and my dear/I’m still here./Smooth sailin’ sometimes,/Sometimes a kick in the rear!/But I`m here.”

I keep coming to write. Opening the window and watching the cursor blink. There are SO many things I want to say... but I never end up saying any of them. The cursor blinks at me until I close the window. 

That pretty much sums it up. Whatever happened to Mrs. Odie? It’s partly not knowing what direction I want to go with my writing. I see myself as a social critic and satirist, essay writer, and hopefully a humorist. I want to write fiction too, and more than anything, I want to make money. Another part of staying away from writing is that teaching has taken up more than just my time lately. Just last night, my father asked me what has changed about the job because it didn’t consume me like it does now. That’s a long answer. One I am determined to answer when it isn’t after 2 a.m. 

 Some things are just too personal or aren't just mine to share (conversations with Gwen, frustrations with parts of life that also belong to Travis or my friends), some are the same boring things I've written about before (house hunting, job woes), others I just can't find the words for. Then there's the time to write something that isn't just a haphazardly thrown together post on what we did that weekend. I want to remember those things too, but I wish I had the time to make it a real narrative.

Parenting is like a black hole where marriages go to die. Love really is a biological trap. I’m still in love with my husband, but five years into this parenting gig I haven’t figured out how to bridge the gap between us that started with morning sickness and widened with an episiotomy. I miss him so much and I am sad that I will never get to be young with him ever again.

My daughters are simultaneously my favorite people and my tormentors. Their love is endless but so are their demands.

I love writing. I love writing here! But lately I just can't bring myself to do it.
And the pressure I'm putting on myself that too much time has passed and you just have to write something, well that's not helping one bit. The more I push, the more the ideas flee. 

I feel like I just walked into the kitchen and now I can’t remember what I came in for.

“I got through all of last year. And I’m here.”

So its break time.  

I'm giving myself a month off.

A whole month to not worry about it, not stress about it, not think about it at all if I don't want to. And then hopefully I will find my voice again.

In the meantime, I'm going to do the best to live this authentic life of mine! 

I'll be back in a month. I hope you will be too.


time MARCHes on

(Sorry... horrible pun!)

The days just keep getting away from me.
I'm getting my grove back at work, and it is busy. Time at home is no less busy. We've been looking at houses, doing chores around our own, and even when we don't have plans, there are legos to build and movies to watch. Plus, I'm back to yoga.

This past weekend was St. David's Day (Welsh version of St. Patrick's Day). We wore red and I donned my Welsh dragon to celebrate. 

Cymru am byth!

Even the French family got in the mood, sending me the cutest picture of them in red drinking a beer in honor!  :-)

Today I'm working from home with Gwen in tow, thanks to a snow day (really more of an ice day!), which means more screen time then I really like, but we're doing our best.

We've been looking ahead and finalizing plans. So much to look forward too... especially things like Cape Cod (warmmmm), and Wanderlust. A lot sooner is an Easter trip to DC.

But for now, we're just plugging through our days. I promise to try to come back and be interesting soon!


party, party, party

This weekend was a big party weekend. Gwen's co-birthday party with her classmate Colin (who shares her birthday) was Saturday, and another classmate had a bowling party on Sunday.

Gwen's cake

Colin's cake

Besides the parties, Saturday night we got a good amount of snow. But Sunday was so warm (in the 40s), so perfect for heading outside to play.

Gwen and Daisy were quite excited.

And it was great for getting out some of that energy!

This week is our first full week back since before Valentine's Day (and my first week back since before Christmas!). I'm also back to yoga tonight, which I'm excited for, but a little nervous about too! I'm going to be hurting tomorrow. Wish me luck!


return to "normal"

Yesterday was my first day back at work. I was so distracted with Gwen's birthday, and her being sick,* that I hardly thought about my return until the night before. I did decide on my clothes a week or so prior, but otherwise, nothing.

Then Tuesday night it hit me. "I go to work, TOMORROW!" Talk about an eye popping moment.

Thankfully the return itself was fine. We had talked out a new morning routine, which gives everyone a more relaxed time getting ready, and it worked perfectly, getting us all out the door early. That didn't stop my train from being late (or so full that I had to stand the whole ride in, in brand new boots, ouch), and it didn't stop Gwen from getting sick again, but the work day itself went well.

Last night it was still surreal that I would be repeating the whole process today, and then again and again and again indefinitely! Its amazing how quickly we get used to certain things, or get "un-used" to them.

I'm sure by next week this will be old hat again, and it will be surreal that I ever wasn't here. For now though, I am spending my days figuring out what happened in my absence and reacquainting myself with my documents and spreadsheets.

*After recovering on Friday and Saturday from her stomach troubles that developed on Thursday, she felt well on Sunday and Monday (her actual birthday). Monday the two of us went out to breakfast, then walked around a pet store looking at the animals, then to Chuck'E'Cheese (her choice), then home to watch a movie. Trav came home early, picking up Chinese food on the way (again, her choice for dinner!), after which she opened her birthday gift from us and we played with it for a bit before bed. Unfortunately (which she had off for a snow day), she started coming down with a cold, and Wednesday it hit her HARD. We got a call from daycare in the morning, and Trav picked her up and worked from home the rest of the day. His arrival found her sitting miserably holding tissues against her nose and feeling feverish.  :-(  My poor girl. He took today off and is home with her again. Hopefully she will be recovered enough to head back to school tomorrow, and *fingers crossed* be well enough to safely and happily enjoy her birthday party Saturday.