El sicko. Me. Home from work. Short non-sentences.
I have the body aches, chills, hot flashes, and sleepiness. Nice.....
Olivia played hard in her last soccer game of the season today without her mama on the sidelines. Ouch. (Mainly for me). When I came home from work an hour early and knew I couldn't possibly go, I broke the news to her, telling her how much I wanted to be there and how she should play like a stud like always and tell mama all about it when she got home. I was begging for kid-mercy.
Not missing a cue from her H1N1 prep from school, she replied pragmatically, "You really shouldn't go out in public when you have the flu, Mom. You are supposed to stay home and rest. If you were not sick and didn't come, I'd be upset. But you can't come because you're sick. Of course I'd forgive you!"
Replies my 30 year old grown up daughter. Handing out some grace to her mama. Gotta love that kid.
Well, sitting here in my big chair, barely able to sit up and blog it, I'm sipping cherry 7Up courtesy of Steve and the rest of the fam is out at the pumpkin patch. Sigh. Oh well, might as well enjoy the people silence with a little college football for background music.
Here's to soup, 7Up, Lysol, Clorox Wipes, and "hanitizer" (aka-O&S version of hand sanitizer). Happy Flu Season everyone!!!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Man, that's tough
So, it's once again, confession time. I hate confession time. It makes me admit that I've been wrong, and who likes to be wrong? Not many a folk do, especially ones who are consistently right...like me.
Ok, sorry. Truthfully, I am nearly never right, but I always think I am. So, when I'm wrong it's a big bummer. In addition, speaking your faults is not the funnest thing to do (most fun, I meant). But, even so, I find it necessary to get back on the path I need to be on, so here goes. Sigh...
I trudged back to LA weightloss today, tail between my legs so to speak, having maintained my good weight loss throughout the summer and then some, clearly I didn't need help anymore. I was on my way! And the drive was inconvenient, and I wasn't eating the bars much anyway. I'd save gas and not go, yes. It would all be just fine. I'd continue to lose. For sure.
Or, I'd start a new job this fall and eat every night as much as possible while waiting for patients to show up. Either way.
Shoot. Luckily, I haven't done more than a few pounds damage. But it did teach me a lesson. No matter what you do in life, help is nearly always necessary. Help comes in many forms, the most obviously necessary, God. Second can be other people, other resources, other places. Whatev. For this particular problem, I need a place to go to weigh in, someone watching over my shoulder a bit, someone encouraging me to continue on the path I've set out on. And although I won't always have LA, nor always need LA, I will always need help in some form. I'll always need a friend or family member to keep me on the straight and narrow/thin path...he he he.
My need to stop eating Hot Tomales and Gobstoppers and cereal all night might be someone else's need to stop gossiping, or overspending, or being prideful. It might be anger issues, or lack of faith, or fear of commitment. It's what makes you fall from God's and your own expectations. There's a voice down deep that speaks the truth to you. It's the "you know better than this" voice. It fights against the "I've got it all under control" voice. The IGIAUC voice says things like: I could stop if I wanted to. I'm just not ready yet. I'll do it soon. Who's it hurting anyway?
Maybe you are a bit like me, and perhaps, you need a little help too? I don't know this for sure. It's only a sneaking suspicion that I can't be this alone in the world. And if it is true, please don't regress like me. Do not give in to the lying voice that tells us...."we've got it all under control".
Me: Discipline. Yuck.
God: Discipline. Worth it.
Me: Fine.
Whatever it is you long to do or not do, you can do it er not do it... Just don't forget the most important part: help...in the form of God first, then others. We truly are better together.
I know I am better with God, you, and a decent weight loss plan. Who/what do you need?
Ok, sorry. Truthfully, I am nearly never right, but I always think I am. So, when I'm wrong it's a big bummer. In addition, speaking your faults is not the funnest thing to do (most fun, I meant). But, even so, I find it necessary to get back on the path I need to be on, so here goes. Sigh...
I trudged back to LA weightloss today, tail between my legs so to speak, having maintained my good weight loss throughout the summer and then some, clearly I didn't need help anymore. I was on my way! And the drive was inconvenient, and I wasn't eating the bars much anyway. I'd save gas and not go, yes. It would all be just fine. I'd continue to lose. For sure.
Or, I'd start a new job this fall and eat every night as much as possible while waiting for patients to show up. Either way.
Shoot. Luckily, I haven't done more than a few pounds damage. But it did teach me a lesson. No matter what you do in life, help is nearly always necessary. Help comes in many forms, the most obviously necessary, God. Second can be other people, other resources, other places. Whatev. For this particular problem, I need a place to go to weigh in, someone watching over my shoulder a bit, someone encouraging me to continue on the path I've set out on. And although I won't always have LA, nor always need LA, I will always need help in some form. I'll always need a friend or family member to keep me on the straight and narrow/thin path...he he he.
My need to stop eating Hot Tomales and Gobstoppers and cereal all night might be someone else's need to stop gossiping, or overspending, or being prideful. It might be anger issues, or lack of faith, or fear of commitment. It's what makes you fall from God's and your own expectations. There's a voice down deep that speaks the truth to you. It's the "you know better than this" voice. It fights against the "I've got it all under control" voice. The IGIAUC voice says things like: I could stop if I wanted to. I'm just not ready yet. I'll do it soon. Who's it hurting anyway?
Maybe you are a bit like me, and perhaps, you need a little help too? I don't know this for sure. It's only a sneaking suspicion that I can't be this alone in the world. And if it is true, please don't regress like me. Do not give in to the lying voice that tells us...."we've got it all under control".
Me: Discipline. Yuck.
God: Discipline. Worth it.
Me: Fine.
Whatever it is you long to do or not do, you can do it er not do it... Just don't forget the most important part: help...in the form of God first, then others. We truly are better together.
I know I am better with God, you, and a decent weight loss plan. Who/what do you need?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Puttin on your panty hose
Anyone see Dr. Phil today? I don't normally get to watch daytime tv due to my daily napping with Sophie (that was a confession so please withhold judgment), but we were up early and I caught the beginning of the show before I had to pick up Liv.
The show was stay-at-home moms vs. working moms. I must preface this by saying, I have been, and consider myself both a stay at home mom AND a working mom. I feel this way even more so now that I'm working weekends only. I'm home all week like a stay at home mom...SAHM if you will. I'm also working on the weekends. I've also been exclusively a SAHM and I've exclusively worked. I understand why SAHMs criticize working moms and vice versa. I've found myself jealous of both at some point in my mothering life. So I get it, I feel. What I didn't get today was this particular woman, a SAHM that had some severe judgments against those who chose to work.
Here is one of her quotes:
“I don’t really want to be told by women who pull on a pair of pantyhose every morning, and go hang out with their girlfriends, that I’m somehow less of a woman. I’m sitting here; I’m doing the most important job. I dare you go to go to your own mother and tell her that her secretarial skills are more important than her parenting skills."
I realize that this woman sits on the extreme side of SAHM views and I realize that not all or nearly many SAHMs feel this way, but it does disturb me a bunch. Secretarial skills? Chatting with girlfriends all day? PANTY HOSE? Is this really what women think of other women??? I'm sure not.
However, the most disturbing thing I found about this show is the fact that this debate really does exist. It not only exists, but we are fueling it. We are fighting against our own kind! Why is it that we cannot, as women, support eachother no matter what our choice is for our family? Why is it that we are not proud of our SAHMs AND our working moms? Why does one have to be better than the other?
My point is, mother guilt is the guilt of all guilts, working outside of the home or not. Why are we heaping more guilt onto each other's backs? Why do I secretly harbor jealousy towards SAHMs one week and working moms the next? I'm just as guilty as the next gal....except for the crazy left field SAHM on Dr. Phil today. She wins the pot for crazy "judgment" that she calls "a God given gift".
Ugh. I cringe.
Women. We are so awesome! We can juggle work, school, bills, soccer, 14 kids, a home, laundry, cleaning, multiple toilets, multiple schedules, meals, play dates, meetings, shopping, gardens, lawns, mail, updated photos of our kids, toy organization, filling gas tanks, recycling, dishes, sending greeting cards for everyone else's life events and somehow managing to look amazing at all times....mostly. Why don't we notice this about ourselves? And why not notice it in your fellow mamas?
I know most of you do this already, but this tv argument today really took hold of my heart. Why? I dunno. Perhaps because there's so much truth in it, it's painful.
So, let's put a stop to any mama hate we hear in the halls, y'all. You know the ones I'm talking about. We know a few....they think they are the one and only and their way is the one and only.
Let's throw a stick in those spokes. How about this statement? "I'm proud of you for making the best choice for your family."
Love yourselves, love others. We are all so awesome in our own little...and big ways. Now, THAT is God-given, and I think it's our jobs as mamas, working or at home, to shine some light on it.
The show was stay-at-home moms vs. working moms. I must preface this by saying, I have been, and consider myself both a stay at home mom AND a working mom. I feel this way even more so now that I'm working weekends only. I'm home all week like a stay at home mom...SAHM if you will. I'm also working on the weekends. I've also been exclusively a SAHM and I've exclusively worked. I understand why SAHMs criticize working moms and vice versa. I've found myself jealous of both at some point in my mothering life. So I get it, I feel. What I didn't get today was this particular woman, a SAHM that had some severe judgments against those who chose to work.
Here is one of her quotes:
“I don’t really want to be told by women who pull on a pair of pantyhose every morning, and go hang out with their girlfriends, that I’m somehow less of a woman. I’m sitting here; I’m doing the most important job. I dare you go to go to your own mother and tell her that her secretarial skills are more important than her parenting skills."
I realize that this woman sits on the extreme side of SAHM views and I realize that not all or nearly many SAHMs feel this way, but it does disturb me a bunch. Secretarial skills? Chatting with girlfriends all day? PANTY HOSE? Is this really what women think of other women??? I'm sure not.
However, the most disturbing thing I found about this show is the fact that this debate really does exist. It not only exists, but we are fueling it. We are fighting against our own kind! Why is it that we cannot, as women, support eachother no matter what our choice is for our family? Why is it that we are not proud of our SAHMs AND our working moms? Why does one have to be better than the other?
My point is, mother guilt is the guilt of all guilts, working outside of the home or not. Why are we heaping more guilt onto each other's backs? Why do I secretly harbor jealousy towards SAHMs one week and working moms the next? I'm just as guilty as the next gal....except for the crazy left field SAHM on Dr. Phil today. She wins the pot for crazy "judgment" that she calls "a God given gift".
Ugh. I cringe.
Women. We are so awesome! We can juggle work, school, bills, soccer, 14 kids, a home, laundry, cleaning, multiple toilets, multiple schedules, meals, play dates, meetings, shopping, gardens, lawns, mail, updated photos of our kids, toy organization, filling gas tanks, recycling, dishes, sending greeting cards for everyone else's life events and somehow managing to look amazing at all times....mostly. Why don't we notice this about ourselves? And why not notice it in your fellow mamas?
I know most of you do this already, but this tv argument today really took hold of my heart. Why? I dunno. Perhaps because there's so much truth in it, it's painful.
So, let's put a stop to any mama hate we hear in the halls, y'all. You know the ones I'm talking about. We know a few....they think they are the one and only and their way is the one and only.
Let's throw a stick in those spokes. How about this statement? "I'm proud of you for making the best choice for your family."
Love yourselves, love others. We are all so awesome in our own little...and big ways. Now, THAT is God-given, and I think it's our jobs as mamas, working or at home, to shine some light on it.
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