Avoiding Crisis

It may be a few more days until I get back into regular blogging.  I just haven’t had much time for myself these past few days.  I will be back though, I promise.  Right now I’m dealing with a coughing, vomiting, high fever-running, snotty daughter and a son who, while not fully potty trained, has decided that he doesn’t want to wear a pull-up diaper anymore and that Superman underwear is so much more interesting.  Let me tell you, cleaning up vomit and poop is SO much fun.  Until next time, whenever that may be.

i totally forgot that i had a blog (no, not really) and that I need to write (well, yes, really). 

it’s been really busy around here since thanksgiving and it doesn’t look like things are going to lighten up anytime soon.  I guess that’s always the case at the end of the year with the holidays and all, but it’s made even more crazier since the end of the year is also the end of the school year for both Abbey and Owen and that means parent-teacher meetings, concerts, parties, dance recitals, etc.

I’ve taken quite a few photos over the past few days that I will be posting soon and even a video or two from Abbey’s 1st dance recital (yes, there is a second one but not until Dec 8th.)  I also have a meme that I’ve been tagged for that I’m waiting to find the time to answer.

I’ll write when I have time, but things around here may be a bit sparse this week.  don’t hold it against me, okay?

Here’s wishing you all had a very happy thanksgiving.

This one will be brief since the tryptophan is kicking in and I’m on the edge of entering into a turkey-induced coma.

I want to take this moment to wish you all a very very happy thanksgiving and thank you all for sharing in this jounrey with me over the past 10 months.  It’s been a lot of fun.

Early this morning I asked my daughter to tell me what it was that she was most thankful for this year.  To my surprise, without any coaching from her father or myself, she didn’t tell me that she was thankful for her princess bicycle that grandma and papa gave her last Christmas or for the dozen plus Barbie dolls that currently fill her doll house. No, instead, in all seriousness, and very matter-of-factly, she said that she was thankful for her family and friends.

Me too.  me too.

First there were 13.

Then we decided against this and this.

So we had 11. 

Then this one got booted by the people who can do such things.

And then there were 10.

And 10 were submitted.

Then we added one.

And there were 11, again.  

Today we found out that these two have been filled.

So now there are 9. 

Got that?

Good.

Any questions?

or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. 

Have you ever have one of those moments when someone asks you a simple question like “what’s up?” and find yourself mute and unable to answer this very simple question?  That you can’t seem to immediately come up with the words “nothing much.  what’s up with you”?  You eventually answer the question, after a few seconds of hesitation and a slight look of confusion on your face, but only because answering it is like breathing, it’s involuntary.

Sometimes I find that when I’m asked a simple question like “how are you?” or “what have you been up to?”, which are practically non-questions really, I think too much about the answer.  I know that the person asking the question only wants a simple response such as “I’m fine”  or “Things are great” and that they aren’t looking for some in-depth analysis of my current life. I get this, I do. I’ve mastered basic social skills (At least I like to think I have.)  And I answer the question accordingly, with the expected and anticipated response.   

But sometimes with a simple question like “how are you”  I get stuck and then I obsess.  So while I answer, “I’m good,”  the wheels in my head are turning and working on overdrive trying to figure out how i am really.  It’s at this point that I become distant and while I try to remain engaged in the conversation and the niceties that follow, my mind is elsewhere.  And so I end up being stuck inside my own head mulling around and making things worse for myself.  Which I think is why people often find me spacey or easily distracted.

I’m done walking around with my head stuck in a cloud. I’m done feeling lost and alone and confused. I”m done with this little pity party that I’ve been throwing for myself.  I really have to stop thinking too much into everything.