My son. Rocking out.
I really hope Dave Grohl sees this.
I got my kid up and ready for school. I even snuck in one more quick run through of spelling words for the day’s test.
Everyone was fed and I even got a trip to Starbucks in for me and my husband.
I was at my “desk” ready to work by 9 with only the dirty dishes in the sink distracting me (which I chose to ignore) but then…
…I remembered what I was doing last year at this time.
That last 25% of my morning dictated my every emotion for the rest of the day. All of my “atta girl” moments were kicked off the cliff because I remembered. I remembered it all and could not stop crying.
I lost people I loved, four wonderful people. and all within a span of a few weeks. A year ago.
A year ago right now.
Here I am again. Managing through the day to day at the normal pace and then I have to stop. I lose it. It still hurts so deeply.
I’m only running on 75%.
I figure that’s not too bad as many tasks and chores are tended to. My house is not a total sty. My kids are clean, fed and happy. Things are not a total loss. My heart is scarred over a bit since a year ago. I can function. I’m not running to the doctor right now asking for something to help “deal with this overwhelming emotional hurting”
I’m not a flightless bird ever though I’m falling from the nest a little more. It certainly doesn’t keep me from trying again. My wings are just wet from tears. They will dry. I will move past as the days trail behind me once again.
To anyone who has felt that extreme pain from loss, I understand. I understand how you may relive that turmoil after a year or many years have past. I understand you aren’t at the 100% mark. I know you try to move past it so you can function but it’s like cement in your heart. It’s not going to happen. Right away.
You feel you owe it to them to remember. You feel you should be able to do and be because you simply can. But it will happen.
You will and I will.
These next few days/weeks will cut into the deep as I remember and reminisce about them. Their memories and faces are everywhere I look. But they will not let me dwell.
I deserve to move forward as they deserve to be remembered.
I can do both.
Be both. Be beyond 75%. In time.
For them. For me.
Hello, fellow unorganized people. I’m here to tell you all the benefits of lists and making lists.
Lists rock. Enough said. They have all the stuff you need to remember in front of you. They comfort you. They provide safety in time of crisis. They are your milk, bread and eggs: the basics. They can get that book written for you. Sometimes lists can organize your household chores. The best part is when you get a list together, you know everything that you have to pick up from the store and you don’t forget anything
It’s the best feeling in the world
Lists can do what no other item can.
They just want to help you, get your mother in law off your back and prepare you for an earthquake. Yes, lists can save your life.
Here are other reasons why you want lists around:
1: Lists are neat, even if they aren’t
2: Lists remind you that your handwriting is so pretty
3: Lists give your brain a break
4: Lists are kid-proof
5: Lists are the reasons big companies became so big.
6: Lists look even better when their items get crossed off
7: Lists help stroke your ego
8: Lists don’t allow you to cry over the small stuff because they organize all the small stuff for you
9: Lists don’t care if you wear makeup
10: Lists will make you younger. You know, because of the release of stress.
I can’t think of any reason not to make a list. Actually, I will make lists of my lists.
Without them, my life would be chaos.
Join me in an universal list love-in.
P.S. Comment below how many times I used the word “list(s)”
I know what you are thinking: Fairytale characters in a real life situation. Sounds cheesy. Eh, you are right…It can get cheesy but that’s to be expected from a show about children’s stories. Besides, a little cheese wouldn’t hurt anyone.
I’m enchanted by Prince Charming…er..David. And Regina is such a evil bi….witch. The writers of the series just make it work. Since it’s created by the ABC network (who is owned by Disney), the stories stay pretty true to the originals except things like SPOILERS!!! Rapunzel’s hair isn’t blond or the wolf isn’t male.
The one thing you should know is that the constant mantra is “All magic comes with a price”. Any and all parts of the show that include magic proves this to be true…so I use it for today’s recipe I dedicate to all of you magic lovers. And chicken lovers.
Get your stuff ready!
Go make this chicken and cuddle up with your family ( little ones might get frightened of some scenes so watch with them) and get binge watching Once Upon a Time because it is a series you would not want to miss.
Blogger’s Note: I write for Netflix and I’m extremely lucky to be on their Stream Team! This is one of my favorite posts to write since it involves a great show and an amazing recipe. What could be better?!
The table in front of us has a family that includes two children. They are roughly 3 and 6 years old. A boy and girl. Maybe siblings. Maybe cousins. Either way, they seem like they enjoy being there.
The boy is coloring something in a
book. He’s quiet, at first, but yells his conversation a bit later. He eats and talks. He is engaged in the conversation. He’s eating everything in front of him.
The girl hasn’t stopped screamsinging “Let It Go” despite shushy requests from the adults at the table. They have been giving the I’m so sorry grin to adjacent patrons. She eats in-between song verses and all I can think of is “Hey, at least they are eating”.
Because I’m a parent and I know exactly how they are feeling. My kids could be their kids. But despite the possible perception that they are rude or impolite, my perception is one of envy.
I’m very jealous of this family right now.
See, my kids aren’t eating. They are complaining about being there and the food that they asked
for. My girl is singing just as loud but is whining in-between verses. The girl at the other table is clearly happy and singsonging her joy. My kid? She’s just making “noises of annoyance”. She whines that she wants to go home. My boy just refuses to eat. He’s begging for the phone so he can play. He has started lying down in the sitting area, complaining that he’s tired. The whines come in waves. I just want my kids to eat and allow me to eat
in some freaking peace.
I’m not a bad parent. My husband isn’t a bad parent either. We work very hard to get our children to understand manners and what is appropriate behavior in public places. A lot of times, they are more than accommodating but in restaurants there is some kind of force field and it repels the good manners that my kids wear on their sleeves. No other public place does what sit down eating places do to my offspring.
So why go? Why put ourselves through that? Because we don’t want to be limited to a fast food place with a play area to sit and eat a meal. Because Chuck E Cheese should be a birthday party place only. Because my hubs and I like food and like dining out every once in a blue moon and the biggest reason is because I refuse to let my children dictate whether or not I can go out for a meal. With every visit, they learn to do better and be better. They will have bad days like we all do but they will learn. Some days I look at them and say screw it but other times, like when friends ask to go out for a bite, I won’t let their past behavior change my plans. I’m hopeful. Sometimes they surprise me.
Restaurant manners: So far, we suck at getting the kids to understand them constantly but one day..someday…(hopefully before they are teenagers!) it’ll all work out as it should. And then I’ll hear those sweet words I long for….
“Your children are so well-behaved at the restaurant!”
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