Ok, so that is not the slightest bit true and I am definitely not Blanche Dubois. I am however relying on a little help from my friends. As a 30-something grownup I admit I am not the best friend sorta of friend. I prefer to keep them long distance and have self admittedly fallen victim to facebook. I find in the long run, as with most things, it is the quality not the quantity that counts.
Good grief I am a walking talking cliche slinging terror tonight. You can just tell grammar to take one up the a$ right now, because I am not in the mood. Anyway, back to the point at hand... As you know We have recently moved our family (1 cat, 2 kids, 2 adults) to California from NM. We do not have a place to call our own just yet but we do have friends. I have known Buckeye for the same 16 years I have known my husband and his wife Fargo for half of that. In friend terms that calculates to a long fucking time. I have not always been the best of friends but we all do what we can.
We are now living in buckeye and fargo's house. Graciously, tumultuously, wonderfully, fabulously, easy! WTF, wtf!! I mean I am scared shitless that I may step on a toe or two. I am freaked out that I am relying on people whom I have occasionally managed to blow off. The amazing thing is that everything is just fine. It is working out with a modicum of ease. Shit man, the 21 hours of driving must be making me delirious.
I truly feel like I am at a 24 hour slumber party. Okay, so maybe not 24 hours, because I have to sleep and be a wife and mom in there somewhere. All in all it is a pretty fucking awesome gig. So back to the beginning...
I guess what I am trying to say to B & F is THANKS, and I told y'all I would say it so many times it would make you sick. However this blog is dedicated to YOU! Here is me, in all of my obscurity on the Internet saying YOU EFFIN ROCK. (p.s. i think I have dropped enough sailor talk for 1 post) I Love Y'all, we could not do it without you.
Peace, Love and Tacos! PL&T families on the move & the friends that help them along the way.
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Friday, June 12, 2009
i been afraid of changin"
This is an under painting that I am working on. It is not an enjoyable witty blog. Sometimes you get what you get and you don't throw a fit. This is me knowing that committing to a daily blog is not for me; sometimes you have to just roll.Forgot to add this last night, I am a fan over on FB of this > With Women Doula Cooperativa < so check it out & become a fan.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Mom..Referee...Social Network Therapy
Today I totally slept in...translation; I slept until my kid woke me up at 7:30, turned on cartoons, made breakfast & laid back down. Then I got up 50 times to cater to my children's whims. Which in the end negated the laying back down as it was more like exercise.
That being said, I totally know better than to try to lay back down. It really is better to get up and start the intravenous drip of coffee directly into my veins. No, really I have a prescription. Okay so that's a lie, but I drink a lot of effing coffee! Once the neurons started firing I managed to grab a bite for myself in between playing referee to a death match between my kids.
There are days that I think that is all that I do. I was never good at letting them self sooth and thus I have difficulty allowing them to sort it out on their own. I am working on it. We have added another 6 year old girl into our world this summer Mon-Fri. It is definitely making things more interesting. While they keep each other entertained, there are "the spats". Often it is the 2 girls against the boy. So I do tend to try to let them resolve their own conflict. Of course I am covertly watching them through the open window ready to sprint outside at the slightest sign of trouble. And then....I get sidetracked.
I lay out these fabulous plans for my day. It was so much easier with my calendars, inbox and task lists when I still worked my corporate job. Maybe if I could plug the kiddos stats into a spreadsheet I could make a smoother transition. All in all I don't think I am doing a half bad job but I'd like to do a half good job, ya know?
I find many a moment where I am the one in time out, counting to ten, breathing in through my nose and out through the perfect shaped oo of my mouth. Breath AS, that's good, in and out... Then I quickly log into facebook or twitter for a little social network therapy (but only for 5 minutes of course) read about things going on in other peoples universe, hit the stumble task bar, find sites like this and all is well with the world.
PLGC blogiverse. -out
That being said, I totally know better than to try to lay back down. It really is better to get up and start the intravenous drip of coffee directly into my veins. No, really I have a prescription. Okay so that's a lie, but I drink a lot of effing coffee! Once the neurons started firing I managed to grab a bite for myself in between playing referee to a death match between my kids.
There are days that I think that is all that I do. I was never good at letting them self sooth and thus I have difficulty allowing them to sort it out on their own. I am working on it. We have added another 6 year old girl into our world this summer Mon-Fri. It is definitely making things more interesting. While they keep each other entertained, there are "the spats". Often it is the 2 girls against the boy. So I do tend to try to let them resolve their own conflict. Of course I am covertly watching them through the open window ready to sprint outside at the slightest sign of trouble. And then....I get sidetracked.
I lay out these fabulous plans for my day. It was so much easier with my calendars, inbox and task lists when I still worked my corporate job. Maybe if I could plug the kiddos stats into a spreadsheet I could make a smoother transition. All in all I don't think I am doing a half bad job but I'd like to do a half good job, ya know?
I find many a moment where I am the one in time out, counting to ten, breathing in through my nose and out through the perfect shaped oo of my mouth. Breath AS, that's good, in and out... Then I quickly log into facebook or twitter for a little social network therapy (but only for 5 minutes of course) read about things going on in other peoples universe, hit the stumble task bar, find sites like this and all is well with the world.
PLGC blogiverse. -out
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