Ha! Look at O’s expression. We had our annual Christmas party with a group of friends at Morton’s on Saturday. It was lowkey and fun. I loved seeing all the newest additions to some of the families. I wasn’t feeling well, because I was super bloated (Yep, the hormones were acting up). I am not even joking but I literally gained 4-6 lbs of water in two weeks. It’s slowly going away and I could feel my arms are less heavy. People, this is not a joke. It’s for real. My mom was even like “Oh Dohl (nickname) I think you need to exercise your stomach.” Ouch. But today, she acknowledged she thinks I have major hormonal issues. Not to mention the pimples again. WTF… who goes through puberty at age 37. What is this? This is cruel. A cruel, cruel joke. Haha. I didn’t even have pimples when I was a teen.
Thank you to the Lee’s for setting up the Chrismas party again. You guys did a great job.
I’ve been passing the days in front of two computers writing paper after paper. The funny thing is, I enjoy it. I was so intimidated about doing research, the APA format, and everything that goes into writing a paper, but it’s been fun and rewarding. I’m slowly starting to learn about balancing life with life’s stressors. And I’m able to prioritize what’s important to me. The A’s are great, but my time with my lil munchkin, husb, friends, and family are more important to me. But I’m a thoroughly enjoying the journey of being back in school. There are moments of feeling utterly overwhelmed, but even that feels good.
I have been sick for over a week. This has not been fun. I think I made myself sicker by freezing my ass off at Legoland. But like I said before, it was so worth it. This week has been full of cancellations. Lunches, sessions, Dr appointments, etc. I hate canceling. It makes me feel like a flake. But really, I can’t stop my nose from dripping (or bleeding) or coughing like a barking seal.
I learned a bit about myself this weekend. That I’m still such a kid at heart. I am a chicken when it comes to anything scary. I have a wild imagination so I don’t need to add to it by watching scary movies or going on crazy rollercoasters. But this weekend, I went out of my shell as I have been allowing and making myself do… and venturing to do new things with my husband and daughter. I don’t want to be the “no I don’t do that mom.” When I went on some of the rides with O, I saw pure exhilaration on her face like, “dude, my mom rocks.” I can’t say I was a fan of my insides flipping upside down… but I sure was a fan of her squealing, smiley face. That little girl is so brave. She surprises me. For sure… for sure… for sure… I thought she would be screaming (in anger) and crying telling us to get her off… but nope… she wanted to ride the rollercoaster over and over again.
Going to Legoland was cool too. Why? Because now we have a little edge against O on the “BATTLE OF THE EATING.” She couldn’t ride most of the rides on our trip to Legoland prior, but this time she was above the 36in mark so was able to ride some of the more exciting rides. We had to walk out of the ride that she needed to be 40in. So that gave us the edge. Ahahahahaha. We said, “see O, you gotta eat your food and veggies so you can get taller to ride these even more crazy rides.” Yahoooooo!!!!
I’m growing. Every day. I love watching her craziness. Oh yeah… yesterday I got my first, “I JUST HATE YOU.” It was surreal. Comical. But I had to lay down the law and put her on her “thinking chair.” She hates the thinking chair. So I asked, why I deserved that comment. She said, because I turned off the TV without her permission. Oops.
But later at night when it was just the two of us in bed, she stroked my face, hugged me, and gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, “Momma, I will never ever say hate again. I love you. Sweet dreams.” Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Emotional rollercoaster. I love that girl.
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So, I started my Master’s program. Whoo hoot. I’m not going any where prestigious but I’m getting it done and that’s all that matters. I’m legit. I have a photo ID and everything. I love it. I felt overwhelmed as I sat and listened to 9 hours of orientation and lectures on a nice, brilliant Sunday morning, but I feel great.
I think as a woman, we tend to lose sight of what’s in this life for us. We focus on our kids, our households, and if lucky enough to have energy left on our spouses… ahahahahahaha. But what about us? I am having tons of girlfriends who are constantly chiming in about “mid-life crisis’…” I’ve had mine too. I think it comes when we stop for one minute to think about ourselves. When we start thinking about what and how we haven’t done for ourselves… the neglects seem countless. And the hurdle to get a sense of our own individualism seems to become insurmountable.
My BFF has been going through this. Feeling like she’s wasting the best years of her life in carpool, waiting for kids to get out of lessons, and being a mom. As a friend, you need to remind them (male/female/no gender discrimination)… about what their positive traits are. I tell her all the time…”You aren’t wasting your youth away because you look fierce, you dress great, you have an amazing brood of children, and a husband who is absolutely smitten about you. Women and men are looking at you wishing they could be just a little bit more like you.” And this is the honest to God truth about the way I feel about her.
Life’s not always easy. And that’s why I say always surround yourself with people you know will always have something kind to say about you and to you without it being dishonest or generic. You need to keep the organic friends around, because through and through these are the people who keep you healthy. And you have really got to FIND THE TIME… for yourself. It took me 37+ years to feel my body catch up to my mind… and it’s telling me to finally start taking care of her first. I have to give myself little reminders that I’m not being selfish, because ultimately, it’s for the betterment of my family and friends.