Week in Review

My in-laws have been out of town on vacation and in the past week, we’ve realized we rely on them way more than we ever realized. They take P to school and pick him up every day, which is a huge help and we don’t have to send him to before or after-school care. It also means we can leave for work whenever we need to, which especially matters when you have court and a class to teach.

Anyway, we’ve survived with the help of friends and my mom, who arrived at our house at zero dark thirty on Thursday so G could make it to court an hour away. I was long gone by then as I leave the house at 5:45. V picked P up on Monday, he went to after-school care on Tuesday, and went home with the Fs on Wednesday and Thursday, and W took him to school twice. It seriously takes a village!

I took Friday off and enjoyed a coffee date with some friends and we took the kids to the park to enjoy what I assume is the last of the good weather this fall. A has given up napping (at least for me) and while I was exhausted after multiple nights up with him trying to get him to sleep in his toddler bed, we all managed to make it through the afternoon running errands and going to swimming lessons without naps.

Tonight we went to a Lego build event at our local Barnes & Noble. The boys loved it and I loved it because it was free.

I have a side job I’m doing for a couple weeks after the kids are asleep, so instead of reading or watching TV like I normally do on Saturday night, I’m planning to work for a few hours. But $ is $, and I have my eye on a Vitamix. (Hint, hint Santa!)

Weight loss update: -23 pounds! Yay me!

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Friday Update

1) My car wouldn’t start yesterday, even with a jump, so today it was towed to the mechanic. The problem is that they can’t replicate the problem and it started just fine for them, so tomorrow it’s back in our care. I just hope it doesn’t happen again at work.

2) Out garage door broke a month ago and we finally got it repaired yesterday. It cost so much money for a 5-minute repair job that I briefly wondered (again) if I had made the wrong career decision.

3) A slept through the night in his own bed last night. A true miracle. Too bad I woke up 45 minutes before my 5:09am alarm and couldn’t go back to sleep.

4) A’s birthday party is tomorrow. My house isn’t clean and presents aren’t wrapped yet, but it’s been a long week, which is why we’re just having pizza and cupcakes from a bakery at the party. And by we I mean everyone else. I’ll make baked tofu and a salad.

5) Today I surpassed the 20 pound mark of my weight loss journey. Truly remarkable, and from what I’ve read, the amount of weight loss that other people start noticing a change. I can feel it in my clothes, but I’m not ready to buy anything new yet. I still have many pounds left to reach my goal weight.

6) Have you heard about the book Never Unfriended? I’m thinking about starting a Friday night book club with some friends so I can discuss it with someone. But then I think about how the last thing I want to do on a Friday night is clean my house and wear anything but pjs, so that plan doesn’t really work. But it’s a thought. I just feel really disconnected from friends, both old and new.

Hope you all have a fantastic weekend.

The Quarterly Update

I am currently stranded next to my son’s bed, and expect to be for the next hour or so. Last night it was over two hours, and then an hour later he wandered into our bedroom, slipped in between us, and when I woke up at 2am with not an inch to spare on the side of the bed, I realized I was being kicked by A and snuggled next to by the cat. Our queen bed is not large enough to accommodate everyone. At one point P tried to sneak into bed too, but even G, who is usually a pushover, said no.

Why is my previously great sleeper not sleeping? We converted his crib into the toddler bed version and apparently we did this too soon. I’ve read every recent online article about how to make this transition, and since I’m 100% positive we did it wrong with P, I’m determined to do it right this time. But is there an absolute right way? Of course not. I’m just trying a different plan, hoping it makes the transition easier.

So what’s the plan? It’s the “fade away” – sit by your kid’s bed for a few nights until he’s asleep. Then sit by the door, so he knows you’re still there. Basically, gradually increase the distance from the bed while assuring him with your presence. Except last night, every time I was sure he was asleep, I left the room and 30 seconds later he was up again. Hence the many hours on the floor next to his bed, starting the whole process over again.

This is probably the worst possible time for us to attempt this transition. I am slammed at work, teaching a new class on top of all of my other responsibilities. The good news is that I recently got a promotion, but the expectations are extremely high both from my bosses and of course, myself, and for the first time in my life I’ve had to work after the kids are in bed multiple times per week. The ability to leave work at work is one of the reasons I decided not to practice law and chose academia instead, and I know I should be grateful I still have a job in this legal climate, but man, I’m tired.

In other news, I’ve lost 17lbs on my Eat to Live diet. I plateaued for a few weeks but am finally making progress again. My goal had been to lose 20lbs by this weekend, but even though that’s not going to happen, I’m still proud of myself. It’s been very hard but I’m sticking with it for the foreseeable future.

P started 1st grade and is in a classroom with 6 of the 9 kids from his Kindergarten class. The rest of his classmates are 2nd graders. In other school news, I joined the school board and attended my first meeting this week. As a parent who can’t drop off or pick up her kid because of work, or volunteer in the classroom, also because of work, it feels good to be part of the school, even if it’s after hours.

Things I’m looking forward to: seeing Book of Mormon and Hamilton in early 2018; going to Boise in October for a work conference; and celebrating A’s 3rd (!!!!) birthday in a few weeks.

National Blog Posting Month is coming up in November, and if I’m still sitting by A’s bed at night, I’ll be participating for sure.

Around Here

Summer is almost over and it feels like it just started. In no time at all, P will start 1st grade then we’ll blink and he’ll be in high school. At least that’s what it feels like. 

Maybe I’m feeling the passage of time more acutely right now because my birthday is next week and I have decided this one feels like “almost 40” and I’m not taking it very well. 

Summertime has passed quickly because we’ve been on a lot of trips. Hawaii in April; I made a quick trip to CA to meet my new nephew in May and then the whole family made the trip in June; we had our 2nd annual friends trip to Sunriver the following week; and then the weekend after that I was in Texas for work for 5 days. 

On top of that, we adopted Poppy from my brother and sister-in-law, which meant a quick trip to Tacoma to pick her up, with a stop in Olympia to show the boys where Daddy is going to work someday. 

P also had basketball camp, the boys attended VBS, we had a lice scare, and somehow I managed to stay off Facebook. 

This weekend good friends from Utah are coming to visit, and my brother and sister-in-law are coming to say goodbye before they move back to Alaska. 

What’s coming up the rest of the summer? P has soccer camp, we’re going to a wedding, I’m planning a new class to teach in the fall, and we’re celebrating our 12th anniversary. It’s going to be a busy few months! 

My Little First Grader

On Friday, P celebrated his last day of school with pancakes made by his teachers, and on Sunday we celebrated with his classmates and their families with haystacks and lots of sugar. 


If you had told me at the beginning of the school year that our shy, uncertain, and highly uncoordinated kindergartener would turn into the confident kid he is today, I would have wanted to believe you but I would have also been a little skeptical. 

He got first place in high jump for his class during track and field day. He got a “super scientist” award for his never-ending recitation of facts about the natural world. And he willingly goes up front at Childrens’ Church to lead out during song service. 

This summer he’s going to basketball and soccer camp, and my mother-in-law has big plans for math and reading and writing homework. We might enroll him in piano lessons. Of course he will also play, bother his brother, go to some movies, and go camping, and at the end of the summer he’ll be ready for first grade, and next year I won’t be so surprised at all he’s ready to learn and do. 

The 3-Hour Bedtime Routine

At 5:33 I looked at the clock and sighed. Bedtime was at least an hour away but the boys were already acting up and even an episode of Paw Patrol couldn’t keep them occupied. 

I sat down to eat supper while G occupied them on the couch. Tonight was anything but family dinner night. Everyone ate in shifts. 

At 6:30, we tried to put P to bed but after being told he couldn’t have a long book for story time, he started wailing and would not be pacified. Granted, he ran a mile at school today, so he was extra tired. And when he is extra tired, all hell breaks loose. 

We put the baby to bed and P was still wailing. He finally calmed down when G told him a story. We thought we were in the clear until an hour later he came out of his room itching. We convinced him to try sleeping in our bed. When G moved him an hour later, he woke up, itchy again, so I gave him Benadryl, rubbed lotion on him and switched blankets. He then started crying so hard he almost threw up. The reason? I have no idea. 

I am trying to have more perspective this week. I arrived back to work from a 5-day vacation to the news that a former colleague committed suicide last month. Yesterday a coworker decided to bring her mother home from assisted living so her mother can die at home as she is failing rapidly and hospice care at home is the best choice for their family. 

These are heady things, and I fought tears as I drove home from work today. And then my 6-year old wouldn’t go to sleep and I just about lost it. Because he wouldn’t go to sleep. 

I’m trying to be patient. I’m trying to be more loving. I’m just not very good at it. 

When You Can’t Blame PPD Anymore

Post-no-more-baby blues. Tired Mom syndrome. Tired working Mom sydrome. There is nothing else to call it. It’s depression. 

I don’t know why I’ve been saddled with this mental illness that is only treated with medicine. No amount of food elimination diets, yoga, exercise, prayer, or meditation will make it go away. 

I forgot to take my medicine two days in a row and today I cried while putting beans on my chips. Haystacks should not make me cry. Nothing made me cry except my brain chemistry and the fact that I forgot to take my medicine two days in a row. 

In my last post, I mentioned that I broke up with Facebook. This week I deactivated my account. I feel free. I also have missed out on wedding pictures from a wedding I was not invited to, pictures that make me jealous for illogical reasons, and political rants from both sides. 

My Facebook breakup is real and final. I’m reaching out to the people around me to connect in person and catch up IRL or virtually. But now virtually means texting, emailing, chatting online, and a shared iPhoto album. 

My husband and I are going to Kauai on Sunday without our kids. My sister-in-law is due any day with her first child and I am guilt ridden because my in-laws are staying at our house to watch the boys and a variety of complications make it almost impossible for them to leave when the baby arrives while we are away. 

But I am putting my guilt aside. I am choosing to focus on me, my husband, and do a lot of self care in Hawaii, including drinking coffee and reading the newspaper while my coffee is still hot, reading and listening to lots of books, listening to podcasts, lying on the beach, swimming in the pool, watching sunrises and sunsets, taking lots of naps, maybe learning to snorkel, and eating lots of fish and fresh tropical fruit. 

And I’m going to remember to take my medicine.