tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72998445142206526232024-02-20T06:30:57.494-08:00Life UnexpectedUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-78536634380229732972014-09-16T06:33:00.000-07:002014-09-16T06:33:41.681-07:00What do they say about opinions?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh yes...they're like assholes. Everybody has one. And some people can't keep them to themselves...therefore causing a sensitive soul like myself to take said opinions to the depths of my heart and then dwell on them for days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If there's anything I've learned since my membership into the Motherhood Club, it's that everyone has their own methods. And you know what, as long as your kid is healthy, happy, growing and thriving...you do whatever works. <b><i>Co-sleeping?</i></b> Go for it. <b><i>Extended breastfeeding?</i></b> No judging here. <i><b>Letting your kid eat dirt?</b></i> Builds the immune system.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Recently, my methods as a mother have been called into question. Mainly that I need to have more patience with my crazy toddler (don't we all) and that me going out on a date <i>once a week</i> and leaving Rowan with his grandparents (who love him and he loves them) is clearly me putting him on the back-burner and not giving him the attention he deserves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Breaking this down. Patience. I need more of it. Yes, I get frustrated when he dumps a sippy cup of milk on the carpet, throws the dinner I just prepared for him across the room, refuses to wear pants, takes the toilet paper roll and unravels it through the apartment, gets up 75 times a night so I only get one hour of sleep. I get it. I'm working on it. Yelling isn't the best solution and I need to figure out a better one. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And here's the deal about this single mother business. I'm the sole caretaker of my crazy toddler monkey. Well, not quite. He does go to daycare full time. Would I love to be home with him part of the day? Yes. Is that possible? No. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Apart from his days at daycare and every other weekend with his father (which is more like a day and a half), I'm it. It's just the two of us. I work full time. I take care of the apartment. Take care of Rowan's needs. Take care of the dog. Pay the bills. Do the grocery shopping. Do daycare drop off and pick up. Cook the meals. Pack the lunches. Kiss the boo-boos. Give baths. Read bedtime stories. Clean up spills. Give snuggles. Worry about paying for college, saving for retirement, whether or not Rowan will need therapy because he has divorced parents.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The weight of it all wears on me sometimes. It's suffocating. So, yes, I enlist the help of my parents, who are more than happy to spend time with their grandson. That is one of the main reasons I moved back to my hometown...for their help. And yes, I do see the man I'm dating once a week and Heaven forbid, sometimes twice. You know why? Obviously because I like him. But secondly because I'm looking towards the future. Not just for myself, but for Rowan. I want to give Rowan a sibling. I want to get married again and show him what a real, loving family looks like. I want a partner in my life to share the burdens and the joy. Am I going to marry this guy? I have no idea. But I won't know unless we establish a relationship where I see him more than twice a month.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do I have guilt when I leave him in the care of someone else? Always. Every day when I drop him off at daycare. But I've come to accept that I need help...I need a break...it makes me a better mother.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So judge away. Rowan's happy, he's healthy, he's smart and thriving. And most of all, he's the number one man in my life and always will be. I'm just trying to keep my head above water, keep myself happy too and stay sane. I'll do me. You do you. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-14056589843274092312014-09-11T07:39:00.002-07:002014-09-11T07:39:58.019-07:00Remember Me?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, hey! Remember me? I used to blog. Like, 2 months ago? I'll go ahead and rattle off the list of excuses like I haven't had time, life got in the way, blah blah blah, you know the drill.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So what's been going on? Well, I'm still going out with Flower Guy and things appear to be going swimmingly, but I'm taking it one day at a time. Our busy schedules make it incredibly hard to see each other regularly, combined with a number of other factors...but I have date #7 tonight, so I'm looking forward to that :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rowan is going through a lovely stage of not eating anything ever. Except Goldfish crackers. Because, duh, they're the snack that smiles back. I don't blame him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Except, last night, he ate some pesto spaghetti squash and it was such a victory for me. But it'll probably never happen again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've also been really ramping up my workouts lately. I've been doing circuit training with weights and body weight exercises (I'm looking at you, burpees) and it's really kept me from getting bored. Plus, I don't have to spend over 30 minutes to get a good calorie burn. Which is good considering I don't even start my workouts these days until 8:30 PM. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've found some great websites with circuits (thanks Pinterest.) One of my best friends has also been writing some that we've committed to doing each week and holding each other accountable for. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>My fitness goals?</b> Well, I'd like to lose an additional 5-10 pounds, but more than anything, I'd like to be stronger. More toned with more definition in my arms and abs (which...I don't think I've had since high school.) I did take some before pictures and will take them again in 30 days. But I'm not brave enough to share. Sorry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's an example of a circuit I did this week...set your timer for 30 minutes and do AMRAP (as many rounds as possible):</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>80</b> squats (I did mine holding a 10 pound kettlebell)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I should note that I still have to break some of these down into reps of 25 with a small break in between. I'm hoping that I don't have to do that soon. I can usually get through 2 rounds of this in 30 minutes. And then I feel like dying. And then I feel awesome. And the next day I feel sore. So many feelings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I promise to blog more. Cross my heart. If anyone's still out there?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Friday night was fine. The guy was nice, but a little on the difficult side to talk to. We met at a pub for a beer and were there for about 2.5 hours. A nice little goodnight hug at the end and we were on our merry way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But Saturday. Oh, Saturday. I'd been talking to this guy for almost 2 weeks, and I could tell that we likely would really hit it off. The date started at 4 with a friendly competition of mini golf (and by friendly I mean cut-throat, because there's no such thing as a friendly competition.) I lost though and that makes me sad, but I'll just say that my focus wasn't where it should have been.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then we headed to dinner where we sat and talked until 9, which is about the time the waiter started rolling his eyes. So then we hit up Starbucks until they kicked us out at their 10PM closing time. THEN we headed to Penn State's campus, where there was a little overlook and sat there to talk (and alright, maybe there was a kiss or two) until 12:30. If you're doing the math, that's an 8.5 hour first date.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We texted that night, the following day and made plans for this week. But the kicker? Oh man. About 1:30 PM on Monday at work, I get a call from the front desk. "Heather, you have a package I'm pretty sure you're going to want." Which I literally thought nothing of, since I frequently get packages of non-fun items at work. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I headed downstairs, I saw these beautiful flowers. Opened up the card, which said, "Because I know Mondays can be a drag, especially after the weekend we shared. Looking forward to more times with you." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I mean, really...amazing. I couldn't stop smiling. So maybe some first dates aren't THAT bad. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-66622428767470522692014-07-25T07:42:00.002-07:002014-07-25T07:42:49.020-07:00Online Dating: Back at it!<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This week, we work on sleep training. For the fur kid and the human kid. Send all the coffee. Also all the positive vibes for decent dates. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-78565591770676645682014-07-15T07:30:00.000-07:002014-07-15T07:30:01.881-07:00My Story...The Final Chapter<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-36663018362799306342014-07-14T07:30:00.000-07:002014-07-14T07:30:00.864-07:00My Story...Part 1<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-7296465631059265882014-07-09T18:34:00.000-07:002014-07-09T18:34:02.045-07:00Things I Like<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What a sweet name for a post, right? Well, it's pretty self-explanatory. I like things. And there are things I like currently that I think you should like too. Let's dig right in...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because I won't ever deny that I like to jump on the band wagon every now and then, in my world of entertainment...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>The Fault in Our Stars:</b> I should preface this by saying, I'm only into the occasional novel with the main plot being a romance. But every once in a while, there is a novel, whereby love is a feature, that I enjoy. Not only enjoy, but really provides perspective on life, love and all things deep and philosophical. This...this book is worth your time. And trust me, give yourself 3 days max. No way you're putting this down.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2372162/" target="_blank">Orange is the New Black:</a></b> I mean, obviously, right!? I resisted this because the plot didn't sound all that appealing. But then I watched one episode and I was hooked. Worthy of Netflix binge for sure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of music...looking for some new bands to tickle your eardrums? Allow me to introduce you to <b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3y6mUmO7tA" target="_blank">The Cinema </a>and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfBKqaVk2Co" target="_blank">The 1975</a></b>. Kind of Indie, kind of punk, kind of emo, kind of pop. Give it a listen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>In the world of snacks...</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cornbread crackers. Nothing short of addictingly delish in a dangerous way. If you like cornbread, these are for you. If you don't like cornbread...well...you should move along.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then...there are these. They play with your mind because they're made with veggies and you think you're eating healthy. But then you eat the whole bag. That's not healthy. Or sensible portions for that matter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pinterest Home Cross-Fit Type Workouts...this being my current fave...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, I haven't dropped 10, but it would help if I didn't eat a bag of veggie sticks. Check out my <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/heatherjp12/don-t-be-a-fatty/" target="_blank">"Don't Be a Fatty"</a> Pinterest board for more like this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And for more eating, my daily breakfast for the last 6 weeks. And I'm not even tired of it yet. Also, my kid eats it. And there is spinach!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Blend all together. Delish. You can only taste banana and peanut butter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I like a lot more things, but I think this is pretty good for now. Tell me what other things I should like! </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-75037419172210450512014-07-08T11:13:00.003-07:002014-07-09T18:35:28.373-07:00The Mom Next Door<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am beyond excited to be featured on Tabitha's blog today, over at <a href="http://studerteam.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-mom-next-door-series-heather-a.html" target="_blank">Team Studer</a>. She is doing a great series telling the stories of all different moms and I'm honored to be chosen to participate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tab is a momma that I certainly admire and look to for creativity and positive vibes. <a href="http://studerteam.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-mom-next-door-series-heather-a.html" target="_blank">Head on over her way </a>and check out my story about being a single mom!</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-16389105452830366542014-07-01T06:28:00.001-07:002014-07-01T06:28:31.976-07:00Ditched<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ah, yes. What an entrance back into the dating world. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I got ditched.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> After we discussed a venue/day, I texted to ask about time and he all but fell off the face of the earth. Something I said? I do believe it may have to do with the fact that I have a child. </span></div>
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<br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve been talking to a few other guys. One in particular. We’ll see how far it goes. For now, there’s only one boy with my heart. He likes trains, bugs and hates vegetables, but he sure is cute.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-61634549867250275822014-06-11T05:30:00.002-07:002014-06-11T05:30:13.447-07:00First Dates<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-18573282532868368332014-06-03T06:34:00.001-07:002014-06-03T06:34:23.813-07:00Life Lately<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Time for R and I to make our own memories as a little, teeny family unit. Lucky for us, my sister’s place is literally right down the hill. I mean, I can walk there in 3 minutes. It’s beyond convenient. She and I are dreaming of the days that our boys can play together, while we sit in one place for more than 5 minutes. We’re thinking about digging a tunnel between the two places. Ahhhh. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-90846520003322752372014-05-05T17:06:00.001-07:002014-05-05T17:06:16.494-07:00Parenting Class Graduate<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-24631584917703376852014-05-01T18:03:00.000-07:002014-05-01T18:03:10.301-07:00Virtually Familiar <div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-14462233356629403692014-04-21T17:22:00.001-07:002014-04-22T05:46:27.709-07:00Mom Fail<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-1617565237404478352014-04-14T17:10:00.001-07:002014-04-14T17:10:36.995-07:00Four Reasons Toddlers Are Like Tiny Drunks<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">1. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Beer tears? Toddler tears? Same diff, I say. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You know how you have one too many cranberry vodkas and all of the sudden you’re reminded of all the wrongs in your life? Then, suddenly you’re spraying your tears and blubbering on the shoulder of whoever happens to have the pleasure of standing next to you? </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No? Just me.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Whatevs. Well, my toddler’s teary tantrums bear a slightly eerie resemblance to the irrational episodes of emotional madness I’ve seen at many bars. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I cut your banana in chunks instead of slices?</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> How inconsiderate of me, young man. This absolutely calls for you to run your tear ducts dry.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">2. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lack of reasoning.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Have you ever tried to reason with a drunk? Tried to argue with them? It’s pointless. Any small thing can set them off. You might as well be arguing with my sassy pug, King Wiggles. In one ear, out the other. Once my toddler throws himself into an undeniable tantrum, reasoning with him as to why he should eat his dinner instead of smash it in his hair is moot. Most days, I let him smash his taters into his silky locks and throw him right into the tub post-meal. No shame in that game.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">3. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Treads on the cusp of danger. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When you’ve had too many Miller Lites, sometimes you deem yourself invincible. Things that you would normally never do, seem like the best idea EVER. Like, running around the neighborhood in your underwear. Trying on the dog’s shock collar. Things like that. For a toddler, treading the line between danger and sanity is a daily occurrence. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What would it be like to shove a pea up my nose? Jump off this high couch? Touch this hot oven? Eat this bug? Run my head into this wall? </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You get the idea. I feel like I’m one teensy step ahead of a full-on disaster most days of the week. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">4. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Physical inability.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Then there’s the worst drunk of all. The drunk that goes all flimsy on you. The one that can’t stand up. Can’t sit down. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Walking?</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Nope. A slithery, boneless mass of dead weight that you most certainly need to figure out how to get from Point A (bar) to Point B (home.) I don’t know about you, but my son goes limp when in full melt-down mode. Like, a slimy wet noodle. Snot, tears, floppy limbs. Trying to pick him up off the floor is virtually impossible, but somehow I make it happen.</span></div>
<br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my son. When he’s happy, he’s the best. Full of life and love. I could listen to him make kitty cat noises and call for Elmo all day long. <i>But these tantrums?</i> I could do without. However it’s just a phase. This too shall pass. In the meantime, when you hear a tiny child screaming amidst the aisles of your local Target or you’ve agreed to play DD to a gaggle of drunks, think of me. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299844514220652623.post-11663644348990840302014-04-13T05:46:00.003-07:002014-04-13T05:46:56.257-07:00Once Upon A Time...<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-37f5cb16-5b19-cd09-59c6-129d2eb1850a" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Most of us have this plan for our lives. At the very least a rough outline. Especially us Type A’s. I have a need for things like lists, plans, goals, to-do’s. I had my life plan all worked out since high school. Go to college, graduate, get a good job in my field, get a dog, get married, get another dog, buy a house, have a baby, buy a bigger house, have another baby, live happily ever after. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Several posts will follow to tell my story. But here’s the basics. Wife (me) gets pregnant with (well-planned out) baby boy. Husband loves this idea until Month 7, then he rethinks the whole “family/marriage/baby” situation. Wife is shocked and hurt and panicked. Wife births baby. Husband decides he wants to separate. Wife takes 6 week old baby boy, quits her job, moves out of new house and moves back to her (teeny-tiny) hometown with her parents. There’s the cliff notes version.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You see, I used to have a blog where I detailed all kinds of aspects of my life. It revolved around my marriage, my life, my pregnancy. My last post was in November 2012, just a few days after the birth of my son. Blogging went down on the priority list. Plus, how was I to say that my great (or I thought) marriage went down the proverbial crapper right in front of my very eyes.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Here we are, over a year later. I’ve missed my blog. I’m a writer by nature. Partially by trade. Not writing in that capacity has created a hole in my life. But I couldn’t continue on with my <a href="http://haslifelovelaughter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">old blog</a>. That’s not my life anymore. My life is new. Challenging. Joyful. Chaotic. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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