"Mommy...can I have cheese balls for breakfast?"
It's been over a year since I posted in this blog, but believe me, it's not for lack of content. Sometimes I think if I could write anonymously and rreeeeaaallllly share everything I want to say I would have a Kardashian-like blog following. I'd also end up in jail. Moving right along...
We're in the final countdown for the school year and I'm not gonna lie. I am TIRED. The other day a friend of mine shared a blog post about being the "worst end of school year mom ever." I laughed so hard I cried. If you haven't read this one yet you need to...even if that means sneaking into the bathroom with your iPad like I did.
Yesterday was errand day. In an effort to be productive, I chose to actually work while the girls were in school. The business side of my brain reminded the mommy side of my brain it was smarter to use my time to make money rather than spend it. My girls are 5 and 8. They are are finally old enough to survive a trip to Target without temper tantrums and bathroom breaks. We had a few different places to go, and Target was our final stop.
Everything was going smoothly until we turned down the snack aisle. It's pool season now and just like every other kid in our neighborhood, my kids want to bring snacks to the pool. This seems like a perfectly rational request.
As a member of the FFKA (Former Fat Kids of America) I refuse to keep junk food in our house. My kids know Doritos are like crack for me. Cookies and ice cream are a definite no-no. Mommy just can't control herself. You know it's sad when one kid asks for Doritos and the other one reminds them, "Sissssssssyyyyyyyy...you KNOW we can't get those because Mommy will eat them ALL!"
You're right, kid. I will. So I don't buy them. Period.
I'm guessing my affection for Doritos stems from my childhood, when my mother (bless her heart) was the biggest hippie on the block, never allowing processed foods or sugar in our kitchen. I was the girl that begged kids to invite me to their birthday parties, just so I could get a dose of processed orange cheese mixed with delicious chemicals and tons of sugar. Can't find Holiday? Oh, she's over there in the corner with the bag of Doritos. All by herself.
Therapists would probably deem this an "issue with food" but I chalk it up to reality. My mom was just doing what she thought was best for me. And I've gotta give her credit. If she had allowed Doritos in our house I probably would have been a super fat kid instead of just a chubby kid. Thanks, Mom.
Sooooo...there we were, browsing the snack aisle, approaching the pretzels...when BOOM. I was faced with a gigantic tub of cheeze balls (note the "z"...this is especially important because we all know it isn't real cheese). For just $2.50 you could be the proud owner of 50,000 cheeze balls. What is it with kids and orange cheese? I don't know how it happened, but somehow this barrel of cheeze balls ended up in our cart. I'm going to claim temporary insanity. And sheer exhaustion.
Don't get me wrong, they didn't have to bully me to buy these. It's almost like all THREE of us felt like we were in a dream...me, because I was actually approving this purchase, and them, because they have never, ever, ever, seen mommy agree to such an insanely junky snack.
But I did. I just gave in.
What gets me is this...all year long I have feverishly sliced apples and doused them in lemon juice because I refused to buy pre-packaged apple slices. I buy nitrate and hormone-free lunch meat because I don't want them getting boobs in second grade. Sandwiches are made with whole grain, whole wheat bread. And there is no such thing as Kool-Aid in my house, only water and natural juice...although I have been known to buy the low sugar Capri Sun every now and then, which is always exciting for them.
Yes, I have consistently busted my ass to teach my children healthy eating habits (is this that moment where I realize I'm turning into my mother?), only to turn around and buy CHEEZE BALLS ? Really?!?!
The voices in my head won't stop...especially the one that says, "Holiday, these are little balls of POISON!"
And then I find myself having a little conversation with this voice...finally telling it to SHUT UP.
They're kids. And orange cheeZe isn't going to kill them. At least not this week.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Monday, January 27, 2014
Cleanse Update: I'd rather be dirty
I've always said...if only I could blog what I REALLY want to say without a filter...imagine what I would write...
Last week, during a moment of weakness (and hunger) I actually did it. I wrote without a filter, exactly what was on my mind...including sharing all of those crazy voices that were having a field day in my head. It was refreshing to be so real, so honest and so authentic. In an effort to continue my "filter free" blogging, I think it's only fair to give an update.
I've never been a skinny person and maybe this is why...the whole "cleanse" stuff is for the birds. It made me crazy, I heard VOICES (like lots of them!), and I came close to eating my children (not really, but I was taunted by every carb in my pantry and fantasized about eating Fruity Cheerios).
I've experienced a bit of a self discovery during this experience. Here are my conclusions:
Last week, during a moment of weakness (and hunger) I actually did it. I wrote without a filter, exactly what was on my mind...including sharing all of those crazy voices that were having a field day in my head. It was refreshing to be so real, so honest and so authentic. In an effort to continue my "filter free" blogging, I think it's only fair to give an update.
I've never been a skinny person and maybe this is why...the whole "cleanse" stuff is for the birds. It made me crazy, I heard VOICES (like lots of them!), and I came close to eating my children (not really, but I was taunted by every carb in my pantry and fantasized about eating Fruity Cheerios).
I've experienced a bit of a self discovery during this experience. Here are my conclusions:
- I would rather be chubby and happy than hungry and crazy.
- If you tell me I can't do {or have} something it will only make me want it more. Whether it's a limit on spending money, eating carbs, or dating Mr. Wrong...tell me I can't have it and it will become my main focus. Hence the whole you can't eat food all day thing redirecting my entire focus to wanting to EAT. *note: this doesn't always work in my favor but it is how my brain works.
- I figured out a way to make the shakes so they are edible (adding a little cocoa powder and almond butter helped) . I will continue to consume these until the canister is gone.
- Like most things in life, balance is key. I am finding a balance between the shakes, the cleanse juice (it's actually not that bad), and real food. The voices have stopped (well, they're much quieter now...)
- If you're concerned at all about your appearance (which most of us are), you probably hear the same voices I do. We have to be able to discern the ones that are valid and the ones that are a result of an addiction or bad habit (a voice telling me to eat Moose Tracks ice cream is not the right one to listen to...)
- If there was a magic formula, cleanse, pill, diet, WHATEVER, that could guarantee skinniness with little or no effort then Oprah would have it and she would be skinny. But she's not. I rest assured in knowing that anything worth having is worth working for (bikini body included).
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
I'm about to eat my children.
Apparently I'm a glutton for punishment.
Last week one of my super hot (skinny) girlfriends suggest I try a 9 day cleanse. I've never been the "cleanse" kind of girl but considering the fact my weight has plateaued a bit I figured what the heck. Why not. I'll try anything. Once.
I placed my order on Thursday, and the UPS tracking number politely notified me via email my package would arrive on Tuesday. This meant I would start Day 1 on Wednesday. My friend knew exactly when my shipment was arriving. She even texted me this morning to make sure I was on track.
On track, alright...the fast track to insanity!
Let's rewind a bit, shall we? For the past 5 days I've been dreading this day. It was like a huge dark cloud hanging over my head. THE 9 DAY CLEANSE WILL BEGIN IN T-MINUS 4 DAYS...3 DAYS...2 DAYS....CRAP....IT'S HERE. TOMORROW IS THE DAY (I would be lying if I didn't tell you I was very close to ordering pizza last night for a toxins going away party, but I resisted and went for the standard grilled chicken).
Like an athlete preparing for a big game, I knew I had to get my head straight. Attitude is everything, right? GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, HOLIDAY. THIS COST YOU $200. PULL IT TOGETHER. Okay, after my pep talk I opened the box.
I rrreeeaaallly tried to get excited. The shake mix looked normal, the "accelerator" vitamin thingies seemed acceptable, but the bottle labeled "SNACKS" sent me into a tizzy. It was the size of an Advil bottle and I just couldn't fathom how any decent snack could possibly fit inside this tiny bottle. The label said "chewable wafers" so I briefly fantasized about chocolate wafer cookies. Maybe these were mini cookies...hhmmmmmm...Clearly my idea of a snack is much different than this company's.
From the minute I woke up this morning I suddenly heard voices. I had no idea there were so many voices in my head until today. No, really. They all came out to play today. It kinda freaked me out. This is how it went:
Wake up/Breakfast before school:
Okay, Holiday, you can do this! Today is going to be great! This shake is going to be deeeeelicious. Don't even look at your Keurig because you know you can't have coffee...but this shake is going to give you so much energy you won't even miss it!
They call this a shake? It's more like a cup full of foamy nastiness. Stop gagging. Just suck it up and drink it.
The kids are eating Fruity Cheerios...must be nice to be a KID. My mom NEVER let me have Fruity Cheerios. I got robbed.
Mid morning:
Really, Holiday...why are you doing this? Let's go to Starbucks. A latte won't kill you.
Good girl. Way to resist temptation. Time for a "snack"...
REALLY?!?! They call this a SNACK? A doody brown tablet that resembles a chewable vitamin is NOT MY IDEA OF A SNACK. Chugging water and hoping to get this down. The more water I drink the more I will pee, and the cleaner I will get....keep drinking...
Damn what I'd do for a pretzel. Or a muffin. Geeez I'd even be happy with an apple at this point.
Okay, feeling good...actually I'm not even hungry. Wait a minute...I think my brain is getting mad at me. My body isn't hungry but my brain wants to eat. AGGGGHHH. BRAIN- SHUT UP THIS CRAP WAS EXPENSIVE.
Holiday...you're a rock star. You can totally do this. Really really really really really fat people do this and they survive. You're not even that fat. You can do it. You're going to look so good in 9 days...
Lunch:
This is great...I can totally do this. This lunchtime shake is going to be waaaayyy better than the one this morning because I'm only going to use 2 ice cubes instead of 6.
Gross. This is so gross. I want a sandwich.
You go girl. We did it. Drink some more water. You're not hungry.
This is a mental game. I can't believe I have so many voices in my head. I didn't even know you guys were here! It's like a freaking party up here today...
Holiday- are you really talking to the voices in your head? Just feed me and we will shut up.
SHUT UP BRAIN.
Okay, really, Holiday...why are you doing this? Clearly you're going insane.
I want a cookie. Just give me a cookie and I'll leave you alone.
SHUT UP BRAIN.
Chugging water. Going to the bathroom. The jeans feel loose. I must have lost at least a pound by now...
Let's get on the scale! Maybe it's already working!
GET A GRIP HOLIDAY. Go back to work.
Mid afternoon:
I can't wait until dinner. This piece of chicken is going to be sooooo good...marinating in absolutely NOTHING.
Stop looking in the fridge. You can't eat anything that's in here so why are you even looking?
Drink more water. Stop thinking. SHUT UP VOICES.
Why are you doing this? Holiday, this is making you kinda crazy...who does this? Why do people do this? How is this fun?
Skinny people must be starving all the time. Like ALL THE TIME. I wonder if this is why skinny people are mean? Chubby people are always soooooo nice..........
Holiday-- you are perfect just the way you are. Why can't you just love yourself as you are? Let's channel Oprah here...Oprah is chubby...she is happy...she is nice. I think? Surely Oprah is nice...right? Yes, which proves your point...chubby people are NICE. Oprah is happy because she is chubby! No...wait...she doesn't want to be chubby and she's always on a diet...I wonder if Oprah has ever done this...I wonder if Oprah has voices in her head...........
EVERYONE HAS VOICES IN THEIR HEAD. YOU ARE NOT CRAZY.
Oh my God. I'm crazy. I'm going f%^&ing crazy. I'm on a crazy train.
FEED ME.
SHUT UP BRAIN. I AM NOT HUNGRY.
Why am I not hungry? Maybe this stuff actually works? Maybe, just maybe, I have to clean out this crap in my body and re-train my brain into listening to my body instead of the sugar carb addicted voices...
That's it! Skinny people have cleaned out their bodies and retrained their brains...
Okay, Holiday...this is great. We've figured it all out. Now ignore the brain and focus on your body.
HELLO. IT'S YOUR BODY TALKING. I'M HUUUUNNNNNGGRRRYY.
Yuuummmm....OREOS. Why does TARGET have to put OREOS on the end of every single check out line? I mean really? Don't they know how OBESE America is? No wonder there are so many fat kids...man, I'd kill for an Oreo right now.
The skinny girl behind me in line is buying Doritos. And Coke. And a Snickers bar. And the bitch is skinny. REALLY? HOW IS THIS FAIR? Bitch.
Holiday...that was mean. She is eating crappy food full of chemicals and bad bad things.
Hmmmmmm...Doritos...
Holiday- just because she's skinny doesn't mean she's healthy. You're healthy. And strong. Maybe she has a horrible life and God gave her skinny genes because he knew she was going to have a crappy life. You have an awesome life. Who cares if you're a little chubby...
YOU ARE NOT CHUBBY. You are beautiful. SHUT UP VOICES.
I'm crazy. It's official. I'm off my rocker.
This cycle of voices continued throughout the entire day. My friend called to check on me. I think my "maybe I'm destined to be chubby" text caught her attention. She gave me a pep talk and told me I could add cinnamon to the shakes. Awesome.
During tumbling practice I gave in to the voices and ate 5 pretzels from my kid's lunchbox. I felt like a criminal. The voices kept going. They had a field day.
My kids were running wild around the house and fighting with each other before dinner...when suddenly another voice chimed in...
If you don't stop fighting with each other mommy is going to eat you!
REALLY HOLIDAY?
You're not going to eat your children...you're just hungry. Eat your chicken. You've been dreaming about chewing since the minute you woke up...
This chicken sucks. Eat celery. Celery is okay. Chicken and celery. At least this is better than a foamy shake that makes you gag.
We're almost done with the day. All we have to do is get the kids in bed and then we have to go to bed. This day has been way too long.
Why are you doing this to yourself? Let's do Weight Watchers! Weight Watchers is for normal people. Weight Watchers has real food...and you can eat apples...and pretzels...and maybe even an Oreo...
HOLIDAY- YOU JUST SPENT A SMALL FORTUNE ON THIS AND YOU'RE NOT A QUITTER. WE DO NOT QUIT. THIS IS A MENTAL GAME. PULL IT TOGETHER. WE CAN DO ANYTHING FOR 9 DAYS.
You are beautiful. Listen to me, the voice of reason...life is too short to be this crazy. Do you hear all of these VOICES? These are the voices of CRAZINESS.
SHUT UP VOICES.
I put the kids to bed and decided to write this blog post...mostly because I know I'm not alone.
Even as I type the voices are going strong...
Do you realize you just wrote an entire blog post about us? Wow, Holiday...you look like a psycho!
You already blew it with 5 pretzels...let's go for the gold and end the night with a bowl of Fruity Cheerios...
Giiiiirrrllll...you are not going to blow it with stupid Cheerios. Let's go to bed.
Cheerios aren't even good. If we're gonna blow it we should dive into the ice cream...Moose Tracks in the freezer...yummmm...
NO ICE CREAM. ABSOLUTELY NOT.
I'M SO HUNGRY. FEED ME.
Your stomach is growling. You are hungry. This isn't your brain. This is the real deal.
GO TO BED. We will eat tomorrow.
NO WE WON'T!!!
SHUT UP VOICES.
So how will things go tomorrow? I'm not quite sure. I just might ditch the shake and have an apple with my coffee.
Last week one of my super hot (skinny) girlfriends suggest I try a 9 day cleanse. I've never been the "cleanse" kind of girl but considering the fact my weight has plateaued a bit I figured what the heck. Why not. I'll try anything. Once.
I placed my order on Thursday, and the UPS tracking number politely notified me via email my package would arrive on Tuesday. This meant I would start Day 1 on Wednesday. My friend knew exactly when my shipment was arriving. She even texted me this morning to make sure I was on track.
On track, alright...the fast track to insanity!
Let's rewind a bit, shall we? For the past 5 days I've been dreading this day. It was like a huge dark cloud hanging over my head. THE 9 DAY CLEANSE WILL BEGIN IN T-MINUS 4 DAYS...3 DAYS...2 DAYS....CRAP....IT'S HERE. TOMORROW IS THE DAY (I would be lying if I didn't tell you I was very close to ordering pizza last night for a toxins going away party, but I resisted and went for the standard grilled chicken).
Like an athlete preparing for a big game, I knew I had to get my head straight. Attitude is everything, right? GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, HOLIDAY. THIS COST YOU $200. PULL IT TOGETHER. Okay, after my pep talk I opened the box.
I rrreeeaaallly tried to get excited. The shake mix looked normal, the "accelerator" vitamin thingies seemed acceptable, but the bottle labeled "SNACKS" sent me into a tizzy. It was the size of an Advil bottle and I just couldn't fathom how any decent snack could possibly fit inside this tiny bottle. The label said "chewable wafers" so I briefly fantasized about chocolate wafer cookies. Maybe these were mini cookies...hhmmmmmm...Clearly my idea of a snack is much different than this company's.
From the minute I woke up this morning I suddenly heard voices. I had no idea there were so many voices in my head until today. No, really. They all came out to play today. It kinda freaked me out. This is how it went:
Wake up/Breakfast before school:
Okay, Holiday, you can do this! Today is going to be great! This shake is going to be deeeeelicious. Don't even look at your Keurig because you know you can't have coffee...but this shake is going to give you so much energy you won't even miss it!
They call this a shake? It's more like a cup full of foamy nastiness. Stop gagging. Just suck it up and drink it.
The kids are eating Fruity Cheerios...must be nice to be a KID. My mom NEVER let me have Fruity Cheerios. I got robbed.
Mid morning:
Really, Holiday...why are you doing this? Let's go to Starbucks. A latte won't kill you.
Good girl. Way to resist temptation. Time for a "snack"...
REALLY?!?! They call this a SNACK? A doody brown tablet that resembles a chewable vitamin is NOT MY IDEA OF A SNACK. Chugging water and hoping to get this down. The more water I drink the more I will pee, and the cleaner I will get....keep drinking...
Damn what I'd do for a pretzel. Or a muffin. Geeez I'd even be happy with an apple at this point.
Okay, feeling good...actually I'm not even hungry. Wait a minute...I think my brain is getting mad at me. My body isn't hungry but my brain wants to eat. AGGGGHHH. BRAIN- SHUT UP THIS CRAP WAS EXPENSIVE.
Holiday...you're a rock star. You can totally do this. Really really really really really fat people do this and they survive. You're not even that fat. You can do it. You're going to look so good in 9 days...
Lunch:
This is great...I can totally do this. This lunchtime shake is going to be waaaayyy better than the one this morning because I'm only going to use 2 ice cubes instead of 6.
Gross. This is so gross. I want a sandwich.
You go girl. We did it. Drink some more water. You're not hungry.
This is a mental game. I can't believe I have so many voices in my head. I didn't even know you guys were here! It's like a freaking party up here today...
Holiday- are you really talking to the voices in your head? Just feed me and we will shut up.
SHUT UP BRAIN.
Okay, really, Holiday...why are you doing this? Clearly you're going insane.
I want a cookie. Just give me a cookie and I'll leave you alone.
SHUT UP BRAIN.
Chugging water. Going to the bathroom. The jeans feel loose. I must have lost at least a pound by now...
Let's get on the scale! Maybe it's already working!
GET A GRIP HOLIDAY. Go back to work.
Mid afternoon:
I can't wait until dinner. This piece of chicken is going to be sooooo good...marinating in absolutely NOTHING.
Stop looking in the fridge. You can't eat anything that's in here so why are you even looking?
Drink more water. Stop thinking. SHUT UP VOICES.
Why are you doing this? Holiday, this is making you kinda crazy...who does this? Why do people do this? How is this fun?
Skinny people must be starving all the time. Like ALL THE TIME. I wonder if this is why skinny people are mean? Chubby people are always soooooo nice..........
Holiday-- you are perfect just the way you are. Why can't you just love yourself as you are? Let's channel Oprah here...Oprah is chubby...she is happy...she is nice. I think? Surely Oprah is nice...right? Yes, which proves your point...chubby people are NICE. Oprah is happy because she is chubby! No...wait...she doesn't want to be chubby and she's always on a diet...I wonder if Oprah has ever done this...I wonder if Oprah has voices in her head...........
EVERYONE HAS VOICES IN THEIR HEAD. YOU ARE NOT CRAZY.
Oh my God. I'm crazy. I'm going f%^&ing crazy. I'm on a crazy train.
FEED ME.
SHUT UP BRAIN. I AM NOT HUNGRY.
Why am I not hungry? Maybe this stuff actually works? Maybe, just maybe, I have to clean out this crap in my body and re-train my brain into listening to my body instead of the sugar carb addicted voices...
That's it! Skinny people have cleaned out their bodies and retrained their brains...
Okay, Holiday...this is great. We've figured it all out. Now ignore the brain and focus on your body.
HELLO. IT'S YOUR BODY TALKING. I'M HUUUUNNNNNGGRRRYY.
Yuuummmm....OREOS. Why does TARGET have to put OREOS on the end of every single check out line? I mean really? Don't they know how OBESE America is? No wonder there are so many fat kids...man, I'd kill for an Oreo right now.
The skinny girl behind me in line is buying Doritos. And Coke. And a Snickers bar. And the bitch is skinny. REALLY? HOW IS THIS FAIR? Bitch.
Holiday...that was mean. She is eating crappy food full of chemicals and bad bad things.
Hmmmmmm...Doritos...
Holiday- just because she's skinny doesn't mean she's healthy. You're healthy. And strong. Maybe she has a horrible life and God gave her skinny genes because he knew she was going to have a crappy life. You have an awesome life. Who cares if you're a little chubby...
YOU ARE NOT CHUBBY. You are beautiful. SHUT UP VOICES.
I'm crazy. It's official. I'm off my rocker.
This cycle of voices continued throughout the entire day. My friend called to check on me. I think my "maybe I'm destined to be chubby" text caught her attention. She gave me a pep talk and told me I could add cinnamon to the shakes. Awesome.
During tumbling practice I gave in to the voices and ate 5 pretzels from my kid's lunchbox. I felt like a criminal. The voices kept going. They had a field day.
My kids were running wild around the house and fighting with each other before dinner...when suddenly another voice chimed in...
If you don't stop fighting with each other mommy is going to eat you!
REALLY HOLIDAY?
You're not going to eat your children...you're just hungry. Eat your chicken. You've been dreaming about chewing since the minute you woke up...
This chicken sucks. Eat celery. Celery is okay. Chicken and celery. At least this is better than a foamy shake that makes you gag.
We're almost done with the day. All we have to do is get the kids in bed and then we have to go to bed. This day has been way too long.
Why are you doing this to yourself? Let's do Weight Watchers! Weight Watchers is for normal people. Weight Watchers has real food...and you can eat apples...and pretzels...and maybe even an Oreo...
HOLIDAY- YOU JUST SPENT A SMALL FORTUNE ON THIS AND YOU'RE NOT A QUITTER. WE DO NOT QUIT. THIS IS A MENTAL GAME. PULL IT TOGETHER. WE CAN DO ANYTHING FOR 9 DAYS.
You are beautiful. Listen to me, the voice of reason...life is too short to be this crazy. Do you hear all of these VOICES? These are the voices of CRAZINESS.
SHUT UP VOICES.
I put the kids to bed and decided to write this blog post...mostly because I know I'm not alone.
Even as I type the voices are going strong...
Do you realize you just wrote an entire blog post about us? Wow, Holiday...you look like a psycho!
You already blew it with 5 pretzels...let's go for the gold and end the night with a bowl of Fruity Cheerios...
Giiiiirrrllll...you are not going to blow it with stupid Cheerios. Let's go to bed.
Cheerios aren't even good. If we're gonna blow it we should dive into the ice cream...Moose Tracks in the freezer...yummmm...
NO ICE CREAM. ABSOLUTELY NOT.
I'M SO HUNGRY. FEED ME.
Your stomach is growling. You are hungry. This isn't your brain. This is the real deal.
GO TO BED. We will eat tomorrow.
NO WE WON'T!!!
SHUT UP VOICES.
So how will things go tomorrow? I'm not quite sure. I just might ditch the shake and have an apple with my coffee.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
A Waffle House Christmas
Goodbyes suck, but saying goodbye on Christmas really really sucks. This is the third year I've had to kiss my kids goodbye on Christmas and I'm beginning to wonder if it will ever feel anything less than shitty. Sorry for the language but this is me being 100% real.
Last year I cried from 8pm Christmas eve until 2pm Christmas Day when my girls arrived on my doorstep. I was an emotional TRAIN WRECK. Looking back I feel kind of guilty for being such a Debbie Downer. Thankfully I was with people who loved me (sobbing tears and all), but still, I can only imagine sharing what should have been a celebrated morning with a crying lunatic of a woman (yes, that would be me.)
This year I was excited to have the girls for Christmas Eve and the whole morning with Santa shenanigans. Of course they wanted to talk to their daddy last night and I could tell by his voice he was sad and missing them. I don't care how long you've been separated, divorced, whatever...the pain of missing your kids doesn't really go away. Or maybe it does, and I just haven't reached that point yet.
Santa arrived with a ridiculous amount of toys, breakfast consisted of bacon, carbs and cookies, and everyone was happy. The family room resembled an American Girl war zone and while I did my best to clean up as they were ripping open presents, I decided to let it go. My phone was buzzing with text messages, Facebook notifications, and voice mails from family and friends. I ignored all of them because the clock was ticking. I knew I had a limited amount of time with my girls before it was time to say goodbye. Nothing was more important than cherishing this Christmas morning.
Even though they were exhausted, whining and practically killing each other by the time their daddy came to pick them up, I didn't want to let them go. The dark cloud of loneliness was hovering over my head and I just wanted an umbrella to shield my heart. The doorbell rang and I took a deep breath. "Holiday, you need a break...this isn't the end of the world" I repeated to myself. But no avail. The lump crawled into my throat and I choked back tears. As I buckled their car seats and kissed them goodbye I made the walk of shame with my head held low (faaaaarrr different from the collegiate one).
Here comes the shitty part. I walked into the family room, sat down on my couch, and cried (it was the ugly kind). Piles of toys were painful reminders of what was ultimately over. My family Christmas. In what seemed like a flash, the morning was over and my girls were gone.
If you know me personally you're well aware of my flair for the dramatic. Just last week my mom and I watched The Holiday and she giggled as Kate Winslet sobbed inconsolably over her kitchen sink. "Holiday, she reminds me of you!" Thanks Mom...I guess? If you've seen the movie you know the scene...and that was kind of me this morning.
Thankfully this is third time I've experienced this so there were a few things in my favor: 1) I knew it was coming 2) I knew any attempt to fight or deny myself the pity party would be a failure and ultimately postpone the inevitable and 3) I knew I had to get out of my house.
As the leading lady of my own life, I'm happy to announce there is, indeed, a love interest. He invited me to join him (and his children) for Christmas dinner, and I was happy to accept the invitation. Besides the fact that I absolutely love hanging out with them, it was nice to know I had somewhere to go tonight (if you're going through this process always always always plan ahead for times like this so you aren't alone). I was welcomed with big hugs, kisses, and presents.
And then we went to the Waffle House.
Yes. We went to the Waffle House for Christmas. Although it wouldn't have been my dinner location of choice, I quickly realized this was their sacred family tradition. Because, he, too, understands the pain and silence of an empty house, and, well, the Waffle House is pretty much the only restaurant open on Christmas day. Surrounded again by bacon and carbs, I embraced their tradition and ordered a Coke. A real one.
Even though I knew the evening would end with me returning to an empty, quiet house, my heart was full and the lump in my throat was gone. Maybe it was the bacon. Maybe it was something more. Whatever it is I realize Christmas isn't what it used to be anymore...and as sad as that can be I'm also learning time can heal most wounds. The pain of saying goodbye might never go away, but hopefully the empty house part will.
As I sit here solo, enjoying a glass of wine and Skittles, I can only imagine what 2014 has in store for me.
Last year I cried from 8pm Christmas eve until 2pm Christmas Day when my girls arrived on my doorstep. I was an emotional TRAIN WRECK. Looking back I feel kind of guilty for being such a Debbie Downer. Thankfully I was with people who loved me (sobbing tears and all), but still, I can only imagine sharing what should have been a celebrated morning with a crying lunatic of a woman (yes, that would be me.)
This year I was excited to have the girls for Christmas Eve and the whole morning with Santa shenanigans. Of course they wanted to talk to their daddy last night and I could tell by his voice he was sad and missing them. I don't care how long you've been separated, divorced, whatever...the pain of missing your kids doesn't really go away. Or maybe it does, and I just haven't reached that point yet.
Santa arrived with a ridiculous amount of toys, breakfast consisted of bacon, carbs and cookies, and everyone was happy. The family room resembled an American Girl war zone and while I did my best to clean up as they were ripping open presents, I decided to let it go. My phone was buzzing with text messages, Facebook notifications, and voice mails from family and friends. I ignored all of them because the clock was ticking. I knew I had a limited amount of time with my girls before it was time to say goodbye. Nothing was more important than cherishing this Christmas morning.
Even though they were exhausted, whining and practically killing each other by the time their daddy came to pick them up, I didn't want to let them go. The dark cloud of loneliness was hovering over my head and I just wanted an umbrella to shield my heart. The doorbell rang and I took a deep breath. "Holiday, you need a break...this isn't the end of the world" I repeated to myself. But no avail. The lump crawled into my throat and I choked back tears. As I buckled their car seats and kissed them goodbye I made the walk of shame with my head held low (faaaaarrr different from the collegiate one).
Here comes the shitty part. I walked into the family room, sat down on my couch, and cried (it was the ugly kind). Piles of toys were painful reminders of what was ultimately over. My family Christmas. In what seemed like a flash, the morning was over and my girls were gone.
If you know me personally you're well aware of my flair for the dramatic. Just last week my mom and I watched The Holiday and she giggled as Kate Winslet sobbed inconsolably over her kitchen sink. "Holiday, she reminds me of you!" Thanks Mom...I guess? If you've seen the movie you know the scene...and that was kind of me this morning.
Thankfully this is third time I've experienced this so there were a few things in my favor: 1) I knew it was coming 2) I knew any attempt to fight or deny myself the pity party would be a failure and ultimately postpone the inevitable and 3) I knew I had to get out of my house.
As the leading lady of my own life, I'm happy to announce there is, indeed, a love interest. He invited me to join him (and his children) for Christmas dinner, and I was happy to accept the invitation. Besides the fact that I absolutely love hanging out with them, it was nice to know I had somewhere to go tonight (if you're going through this process always always always plan ahead for times like this so you aren't alone). I was welcomed with big hugs, kisses, and presents.
And then we went to the Waffle House.
Yes. We went to the Waffle House for Christmas. Although it wouldn't have been my dinner location of choice, I quickly realized this was their sacred family tradition. Because, he, too, understands the pain and silence of an empty house, and, well, the Waffle House is pretty much the only restaurant open on Christmas day. Surrounded again by bacon and carbs, I embraced their tradition and ordered a Coke. A real one.
Even though I knew the evening would end with me returning to an empty, quiet house, my heart was full and the lump in my throat was gone. Maybe it was the bacon. Maybe it was something more. Whatever it is I realize Christmas isn't what it used to be anymore...and as sad as that can be I'm also learning time can heal most wounds. The pain of saying goodbye might never go away, but hopefully the empty house part will.
As I sit here solo, enjoying a glass of wine and Skittles, I can only imagine what 2014 has in store for me.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Full tummy, full heart
Thanksgiving rocks. Yummy food, family, friends, football, and the possibility of an afternoon nap are all reasons this just might be my favorite holiday of the year. Oh, and let's not forget the 30 days of Facebook postings from people publicly sharing what they're thankful for....
This time of year is filled with nostalgia. Whether it's the smell of turkey and stuffing (dressing, as they call it in the south), or the twinkle of Christmas lights on the tree, memories are everywhere. Do you ever think back to the year before, and remember where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing? For some reason the holidays trigger memories for me like this...am I the only one?
Last year on Thanksgiving my dad came to visit and we spent the weekend playing, talking and just enjoying each others' company. The year before that was the first Thanksgiving I spent without my girls (they were with my ex), and instead of crying all day I hopped on a plane and surprised my family in Florida. This year I journeyed out to the "Country" and was surrounded with love by an incredible family who welcomed me with open arms. I even got my hands on a shotgun.
My life has been full of blessings, and I am truly thankful. It isn't always easy, especially when I don't get to share these special holidays with my children, but I do my best to be thankful in all circumstances. One of my favorite scriptures is 1 Thessalonians 5:18:, Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
With a full heart (and a full tummy) I give thanks :)
This time of year is filled with nostalgia. Whether it's the smell of turkey and stuffing (dressing, as they call it in the south), or the twinkle of Christmas lights on the tree, memories are everywhere. Do you ever think back to the year before, and remember where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing? For some reason the holidays trigger memories for me like this...am I the only one?
Last year on Thanksgiving my dad came to visit and we spent the weekend playing, talking and just enjoying each others' company. The year before that was the first Thanksgiving I spent without my girls (they were with my ex), and instead of crying all day I hopped on a plane and surprised my family in Florida. This year I journeyed out to the "Country" and was surrounded with love by an incredible family who welcomed me with open arms. I even got my hands on a shotgun.
My life has been full of blessings, and I am truly thankful. It isn't always easy, especially when I don't get to share these special holidays with my children, but I do my best to be thankful in all circumstances. One of my favorite scriptures is 1 Thessalonians 5:18:, Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
With a full heart (and a full tummy) I give thanks :)
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| {disclaimer: no animals were harmed during the holiday shotgun show} |
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Me vs. the Rainbow Loom
It's amazing what a little peer pressure can do. Thankfully I have a first grader who is teaching me how to be cool all over again. First it was the need for a certain pair of shoes. Then it was pigtail braids "like Maddie" (easily solved after a quick text to her mom with detailed description and instructions). Next it was the Rainbow Loom. I should have known it was only going to get worse.
When Elizabeth came home begging for this particular item I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about. The only thing I could really make out of her babbling conversation was friendship bracelets...okay, I thought to myself...I get it. If the Rainbow Loom is what we need, then the Rainbow Loom is what we'll get. After all, you won't receive friendship bracelets unless you give friendship bracelets. Nostalgia kicked in as I remembered the days of summer camp, friendship bracelets and my desire to be cool.
The next day I went to Michael's on a mission. I was going to buy this Rainbow Loom and all of the necessary accessories for my daughter to make the coolest friendship bracelets ever. The minute I saw the giant display I realized this must be the cool thing. I could tell by the herd of mommies sorting through the shelves, chit chatting about rubber band colors, different styles, etc.
I had no clue what I needed to buy to make this bracelet thing happen, so I asked the salesperson for a translation. Here's what I got:
Her: The Rainbow Loom is a tool used to make bracelets from small rubber bands.
Me: Ohhhhhh, okay. I get it. So we loop these rubber bands on this loom thing and magically it all connects into a bracelet?
Her: Yes ma'am. But you may want to watch the YouTube tutorials...the instructions in the box aren't very good.
Me: YouTube? Really?
Her: Yes, really. The directions are awful and you'll never figure it out. Watch the tutorials on YouTube.
OKAY. At this point I should have known I was in over my head. Little did I know I was up s*#@'s creek without a paddle.
Elizabeth was excited to get started, so we got on YouTube. If you're a mom, chances are you know exactly what I'm about to say. The tutorial is basically some bootleg video with cute asian (I think?) kids, teaching us (clearly the ADULTS) how to make the "basic" bracelet.
I'm not too proud to say it- I had to pause, rewind, and restart the video several times. Of course by now Elizabeth has lost interest and relocated to the television while I slaved away like a kid in a sweat shop.
Fast forward 5 days...
I made far too many friendship bracelets than I care to admit, Elizabeth still didn't have a clue, and there were rubber bands EVERYWHERE. Even my vacuum agreed. The Rainbow Loom had to GO.
It's been tucked away nicely, somewhere really really high, where little fingers can't reach and where rubber bands can't escape. Surprisingly enough no one has missed it.
When Elizabeth came home begging for this particular item I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about. The only thing I could really make out of her babbling conversation was friendship bracelets...okay, I thought to myself...I get it. If the Rainbow Loom is what we need, then the Rainbow Loom is what we'll get. After all, you won't receive friendship bracelets unless you give friendship bracelets. Nostalgia kicked in as I remembered the days of summer camp, friendship bracelets and my desire to be cool.
The next day I went to Michael's on a mission. I was going to buy this Rainbow Loom and all of the necessary accessories for my daughter to make the coolest friendship bracelets ever. The minute I saw the giant display I realized this must be the cool thing. I could tell by the herd of mommies sorting through the shelves, chit chatting about rubber band colors, different styles, etc.
I had no clue what I needed to buy to make this bracelet thing happen, so I asked the salesperson for a translation. Here's what I got:
Her: The Rainbow Loom is a tool used to make bracelets from small rubber bands.
Me: Ohhhhhh, okay. I get it. So we loop these rubber bands on this loom thing and magically it all connects into a bracelet?
Her: Yes ma'am. But you may want to watch the YouTube tutorials...the instructions in the box aren't very good.
Me: YouTube? Really?
Her: Yes, really. The directions are awful and you'll never figure it out. Watch the tutorials on YouTube.
OKAY. At this point I should have known I was in over my head. Little did I know I was up s*#@'s creek without a paddle.
Elizabeth was excited to get started, so we got on YouTube. If you're a mom, chances are you know exactly what I'm about to say. The tutorial is basically some bootleg video with cute asian (I think?) kids, teaching us (clearly the ADULTS) how to make the "basic" bracelet.
I'm not too proud to say it- I had to pause, rewind, and restart the video several times. Of course by now Elizabeth has lost interest and relocated to the television while I slaved away like a kid in a sweat shop.
Fast forward 5 days...
I made far too many friendship bracelets than I care to admit, Elizabeth still didn't have a clue, and there were rubber bands EVERYWHERE. Even my vacuum agreed. The Rainbow Loom had to GO.
It's been tucked away nicely, somewhere really really high, where little fingers can't reach and where rubber bands can't escape. Surprisingly enough no one has missed it.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Afternoon quickie
Every now and then you just need one. All it takes is fifteen, twenty, or, if you're lucky, thirty minutes in bed and wham, bam, thank you ma'am...it's a whole new me.
Get your heads out of the gutter, people. I'm not talking about that kind of quickie (although...never mind...I'm not gonna go there...) I'm talking about a good old fashioned power nap.
Isn't it amazing how a short little snooze can totally re-energize you? The other day I was working at my desk when the cement eyelids kicked in. You know the feeling, like when you're sitting in church and your head starts bobbing back and forth...and suddenly your entire body twitches and wakes you up...yeah, that was me. Rather than fight the inevitable snooze, I surrendered. A flash of guilt crossed my mind, but I got over it.
Thirty minutes later I was back at my desk, knocking out the to do list like it was my job (ummm, yeah I guess it kinda is). I was much more productive post nap than I would have been fighting cement eyelids/bobbing head syndrome for an hour.
So today, my friends, I challenge you to embrace your inner toddler and go for the power nap. You'll wake up refreshed, energized, and ready to tackle the rest of the day. If only our businesses were modeled after preschools, life might be much easier.
P.S. Welcome to my new and improved blog...take a look around and check back often...I'll be dishing on all sorts of fun stuff these next few months :)
Get your heads out of the gutter, people. I'm not talking about that kind of quickie (although...never mind...I'm not gonna go there...) I'm talking about a good old fashioned power nap.
Isn't it amazing how a short little snooze can totally re-energize you? The other day I was working at my desk when the cement eyelids kicked in. You know the feeling, like when you're sitting in church and your head starts bobbing back and forth...and suddenly your entire body twitches and wakes you up...yeah, that was me. Rather than fight the inevitable snooze, I surrendered. A flash of guilt crossed my mind, but I got over it.
Thirty minutes later I was back at my desk, knocking out the to do list like it was my job (ummm, yeah I guess it kinda is). I was much more productive post nap than I would have been fighting cement eyelids/bobbing head syndrome for an hour.
So today, my friends, I challenge you to embrace your inner toddler and go for the power nap. You'll wake up refreshed, energized, and ready to tackle the rest of the day. If only our businesses were modeled after preschools, life might be much easier.
P.S. Welcome to my new and improved blog...take a look around and check back often...I'll be dishing on all sorts of fun stuff these next few months :)
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