You know the saying that goes something like, "If you love someone you should let them go"? Well, that should be amended to say, "If you love someone you should let them go at least once a week."
Here's my story:
I love being a mom, but the last few weeks I have been feeling a little bit funny. Let's be honest, by 'a little bit funny' I mean a little bit down. Finally, I had a teary breakdown. My husband decided (with love in his heart) that I needed to get away for an afternoon. This made me cry more. My husband said to me, "Are you sad that you are leaving her or sad that you WANT to leave her?" When I nodded to the second through my sobbing he replied, "Good." And it hit me. Of course it is good!! It is absolutely crazy to want to be with anyone (even a perfect, little babe) ALL THE TIME.
The danger of motherhood, is that you ARE. With someone all the time that is. At least for the beginning. And that is a lot. The true danger I would say though, is that you can very easily feel as though you should want this, and if you don't you might feel guilty. Well, I am here to tell you, from one primary caregiver to another, that getting outta dodge is AMAZING. One movie and a little shopping later I felt rejuvenated. This made me realize that getting away from being a mom is a crucial part of being a good mom. Bu-ya (or however you spell that). There it is.
Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Christmas Memories
Although I have many, I am only going to share two. One is a real favourite memory, and one is just something that happened, twice. See if you can guess which!
1. Once, I mean twice, my dad decided that Christmas Eve was the best time to shovel the snow off the roof. And twice he fell off. Luckily one year my grandma was visiting, so he was able to use her cane.
2. One Christmas, in order to save some money, my mom decided to use the artificial tree that we had gotten from my Grandma when she moved into an apartment. My brother and I were home from university visiting in order to help decorate. When we set up the tree we realized it was ridiculously small. So, when my mom left to go to work for the evening my brother and I went and bought a real GIGANTIC tree. We set it up and decorated it. When my mom came home she cried.
What is Christmas without a few tears of joy?
1. Once, I mean twice, my dad decided that Christmas Eve was the best time to shovel the snow off the roof. And twice he fell off. Luckily one year my grandma was visiting, so he was able to use her cane.
2. One Christmas, in order to save some money, my mom decided to use the artificial tree that we had gotten from my Grandma when she moved into an apartment. My brother and I were home from university visiting in order to help decorate. When we set up the tree we realized it was ridiculously small. So, when my mom left to go to work for the evening my brother and I went and bought a real GIGANTIC tree. We set it up and decorated it. When my mom came home she cried.
What is Christmas without a few tears of joy?
Joy to the World
Here is my Letterman like top ten list for why I am feeling extra Joyful this holiday season:
10. I am not working.
9. It has already snowed quite a bit.
8. My Christmas dessert plans have grown from the pie to... drum roll... the pie, a gingerbread cake with dolce de leche icing, and Bailey's mousse. For those of you who know me, you know that I spend much of my day thinking about food, and so to have three super yummy desserts is making me super joyful!
7. Making lists of the presents I plan to buy people over and over and over again. Boy, I love making lists!
6. TV show Christmas episodes!! I LOVE THEM. So far I have watched the Christmas episodes from Felicity seasons one and two.
5. I have very special (and super fun) plans for Christmas Eve.
4. I'm going to have a fireplace.
3. My brother is coming home and I am SO excited to hang out with him!!
2. My husband, with whom I love spending time, has two weeks off work. Also, he will spoil me rotten. Hurray!
1. I have a baby, and honestly, she brings more joy than I could have ever imagined.
Joy to the world, the Lord has come.
10. I am not working.
9. It has already snowed quite a bit.
8. My Christmas dessert plans have grown from the pie to... drum roll... the pie, a gingerbread cake with dolce de leche icing, and Bailey's mousse. For those of you who know me, you know that I spend much of my day thinking about food, and so to have three super yummy desserts is making me super joyful!
7. Making lists of the presents I plan to buy people over and over and over again. Boy, I love making lists!
6. TV show Christmas episodes!! I LOVE THEM. So far I have watched the Christmas episodes from Felicity seasons one and two.
5. I have very special (and super fun) plans for Christmas Eve.
4. I'm going to have a fireplace.
3. My brother is coming home and I am SO excited to hang out with him!!
2. My husband, with whom I love spending time, has two weeks off work. Also, he will spoil me rotten. Hurray!
1. I have a baby, and honestly, she brings more joy than I could have ever imagined.
Joy to the world, the Lord has come.
What's your crazy?
I often lament how crazy certain people in my life are. Please keep in mind that I am not exactly sure of the connotation of 'lament' and that I should probably just have said that I often THINK of how 'crazy' certain people in my life are. I'm also pretty sure I should not be ending a sentence with ARE, but I just can't seem to work around it. Lastly, I totally know that using 'crazy' as such is likely offensive to some. Please understand that I don't use it to make fun of or minimize serious mental illness.
So really, my initial sentence should have read like this:
I often think about the mild to serious psychological problems of certain people in my life.
Ok, now that we have that straight, here goes. After thinking about certain ESPECIALLY loved ones last night, I came to two realizations and two conclusions:
Realizations:
1. The first is that we are all at least a little bit crazy. At least. All I mean to say is that we all have some issues that could perhaps be diagnosed by a psychologist or psychiatrist and would probably get better with pharmaceuticals or talk therapy. I, for example, suffer from from an irrational fear that everyone is mad at me most of the time. For example, when anyone honks, I am sure they are honking at me. I also get extremely mad (and I mean mad) when I get tailgated because I know that means that the person tailgating me is unhappy with my speed which makes me really defensive and therefore leads to anger. This, of course, creates a lot of anxiety. Duh.
2. Our parents did it to us. Sometimes directly (like by always being mad at us, for example) or indirectly (by giving us angry genes).
Conclusions:
1. Not to get Jerry Springer on you or anything, but my first conclusion is that we should take it easy on ourselves, (pause) and each other. The reality is that some of the things others do that drive us totally crazy are things that either they cannot help or that it would be VERY difficult for them to help. AND, since you have your own crazy (that, just to review, cannot be helped without a lot of work) you should give yourself a break. You deserve it
2. You're gunna make your kids crazy (it seems to be inevitable). Just try not to make them too crazy!
So really, my initial sentence should have read like this:
I often think about the mild to serious psychological problems of certain people in my life.
Ok, now that we have that straight, here goes. After thinking about certain ESPECIALLY loved ones last night, I came to two realizations and two conclusions:
Realizations:
1. The first is that we are all at least a little bit crazy. At least. All I mean to say is that we all have some issues that could perhaps be diagnosed by a psychologist or psychiatrist and would probably get better with pharmaceuticals or talk therapy. I, for example, suffer from from an irrational fear that everyone is mad at me most of the time. For example, when anyone honks, I am sure they are honking at me. I also get extremely mad (and I mean mad) when I get tailgated because I know that means that the person tailgating me is unhappy with my speed which makes me really defensive and therefore leads to anger. This, of course, creates a lot of anxiety. Duh.
2. Our parents did it to us. Sometimes directly (like by always being mad at us, for example) or indirectly (by giving us angry genes).
Conclusions:
1. Not to get Jerry Springer on you or anything, but my first conclusion is that we should take it easy on ourselves, (pause) and each other. The reality is that some of the things others do that drive us totally crazy are things that either they cannot help or that it would be VERY difficult for them to help. AND, since you have your own crazy (that, just to review, cannot be helped without a lot of work) you should give yourself a break. You deserve it
2. You're gunna make your kids crazy (it seems to be inevitable). Just try not to make them too crazy!
Januboring and Febuworse
Short and sweet:
I love the winter because it gets me in the Christmas spirit. The problem is that most of the winter comes AFTER Christmas which leads to at least a few months of not loving the weather. For this post I am simply looking for one of two things. The first is any suggestions of how to love the first two months of the year. The second is commiseration.
Let's here it.
I love the winter because it gets me in the Christmas spirit. The problem is that most of the winter comes AFTER Christmas which leads to at least a few months of not loving the weather. For this post I am simply looking for one of two things. The first is any suggestions of how to love the first two months of the year. The second is commiseration.
Let's here it.
Friday, 23 November 2012
Do it!
Please, please, PLEASE enter my contest! In fact, I insist you do!! All entries will be anonymous, and no put downs are allowed, so there is no reason not to. And frankly, it is super fun to write for an audience, so get on it!
Monday, 19 November 2012
The good, the bad, and the I can't tell the difference
Before I get to the meat of things I think I should lay bare my soul.
Favourite Books: I'll Love You Forever, Possessing The Secret of Joy, the Vampire Diaries and the Secret Circle, Unless, Fall On Your Knees
Favourite TV Shows: Sex and the City, Law and Order, The Wire, SYTYCD, Survivor
Favourite Albums/Artists: Anything Kellie or Melissa make me, Almost A Full Moon and any other Hawksley Workman album, Tuesday Night Music Club (Sheryl Crow), Gordon (Bare Naked Ladies), Michael Jackson, Bin Iver
*My Heart Is So Jetlegged is a song I like, but I don't know who it is by. Amanda someone with some guy band I think. (Heart heart, heart is so jetlegged. It is just plain catchy!)
Favourite Movies: The Princess Bride, Lord of the Rings the Fellowship of the Rings, Clueless, The Shawshank Redemption, Step Up 3 (and no I am not joking about that one)
So, as you can probably tell, I have some good taste and some bad taste. This I am perfectly aware of and will discuss the importance of this in a future post. But what really concerns me is that sometimes I can't tell the difference! Like, sometimes I think something is good but then find out it actually isn't. This is not the case with Monk. I'm sorry to anyone who liked it and to the writers and producers of the show (not Tony Shalhoub though because he actually did a pretty good job), but that show was awful!! Just because I watched all eight seasons doesn't mean I didn't know how awful it was.
Once after a car ride with a friend during which a City and Colour album was playing in my car I told said friend that sometimes I don't know if certain music is cool, or if in fact I should be embarrassed for listening to it. Her response? "Like Dallas Green?" Ouch. Then she added, "Or Sarah McLaughlin?" To which I wanted to respond, "Really? Sarah isn't safe? I know she isn't trendy, but I didn't know she is shameful!"
Basically, the point of this post is two fold:
1. To make you aware of the questionable taste the Treatster (another nickname) has, and
2. to...crap. I can't remember the second one. The sad thing is that I think the second one was more important and deeply poignant.
Oh well. Perhaps I will end with a question. Which of my likes from above do you think are in bad taste and why? I will respond to each comment to explain why all choices are actually awesome.
Favourite Books: I'll Love You Forever, Possessing The Secret of Joy, the Vampire Diaries and the Secret Circle, Unless, Fall On Your Knees
Favourite TV Shows: Sex and the City, Law and Order, The Wire, SYTYCD, Survivor
Favourite Albums/Artists: Anything Kellie or Melissa make me, Almost A Full Moon and any other Hawksley Workman album, Tuesday Night Music Club (Sheryl Crow), Gordon (Bare Naked Ladies), Michael Jackson, Bin Iver
*My Heart Is So Jetlegged is a song I like, but I don't know who it is by. Amanda someone with some guy band I think. (Heart heart, heart is so jetlegged. It is just plain catchy!)
Favourite Movies: The Princess Bride, Lord of the Rings the Fellowship of the Rings, Clueless, The Shawshank Redemption, Step Up 3 (and no I am not joking about that one)
So, as you can probably tell, I have some good taste and some bad taste. This I am perfectly aware of and will discuss the importance of this in a future post. But what really concerns me is that sometimes I can't tell the difference! Like, sometimes I think something is good but then find out it actually isn't. This is not the case with Monk. I'm sorry to anyone who liked it and to the writers and producers of the show (not Tony Shalhoub though because he actually did a pretty good job), but that show was awful!! Just because I watched all eight seasons doesn't mean I didn't know how awful it was.
Once after a car ride with a friend during which a City and Colour album was playing in my car I told said friend that sometimes I don't know if certain music is cool, or if in fact I should be embarrassed for listening to it. Her response? "Like Dallas Green?" Ouch. Then she added, "Or Sarah McLaughlin?" To which I wanted to respond, "Really? Sarah isn't safe? I know she isn't trendy, but I didn't know she is shameful!"
Basically, the point of this post is two fold:
1. To make you aware of the questionable taste the Treatster (another nickname) has, and
2. to...crap. I can't remember the second one. The sad thing is that I think the second one was more important and deeply poignant.
Oh well. Perhaps I will end with a question. Which of my likes from above do you think are in bad taste and why? I will respond to each comment to explain why all choices are actually awesome.
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