Recap of February 2018 Mama’s Mission of the Month


Wow… I’m really glad February is a short month, because Mama’s Mission was nothing if not a glaring failure. I’m not even going to bother posting the results; too much red.

February has pretty much been a crap month for me since 1995. I have been known to jokingly refer to February 1995 as the month that tried to kill me twice, but failed both tries; meningitis to kick off the month, the stroke to end it. The epitome of awful for anyone, particularly a nineteen year old. The only truly stellar February I’ve had since has been 2010, when I had Ryli. She’s tempered every February since, but this one was rough, nonetheless. My dragon had yet another court date on Valentine’s Day; that was a tad nerve-wracking, No fear, however, as there was another reset. Then, there was the spectre of Valentine’s, and those innocent little questions that just remind me that I am single. Then, add to that the fact that Mother Nature has been temperamental, and someone has been sick at all times this month, and it’s been pretty craptastic.

It wasn’t all bad. My dad did come down. I did the tourist thing with him downtown, and he took the kids swimming at the hotel. I think the most fun, however, was going to The Magic Time Machine for Ryli’s birthday dinner. Princess Jasmine was our server, the kids surprised their grandpa in how much they ate from the “Salad Car”, and they had their caricatures drawn on the way out.

I already know one thing that will definitely get its own category on March’s Mama’s Mission and which one will be going by the wayside. I’m not telling about the swap, since that will be revealed tomorrow.

For now, I have small people to get off to bed, and then I have to finish up getting things ready for March. See you in the morning.

My recurring Groundhog Day

Eighteen years ago, my hellish week was coming to its sad, inevitable end. unfortunately, it happened to be on a date that recurs every year, like clockwork.

The week started at my doctor’s appointment to be put on antidepressants. Being a military wife, the only thing that was holding up my prescription was a urinalysis, just to double-check that I wasn’t pregnant. We’d been careful, when we even had the time and energy to get frisky, which wasn’t often. I thought it was a waste of a cup.

I left that appointment with yet another appointment for an orientation back at the naval hospital, news for my husband, and no prescription for antidepressants. I went in and told him that I’d passed my whiz quiz, or something along those lines, trying to make it easier to break the news. I ended up having to explain that the doctor wanted to verify that I wasn’t pregnant, and it turned out I was. Connor was a little less than two months shy of his first birthday; Dacey was a little better than six months away from her third birthday. My estimated due date was September 10, 1999, six days before my twenty-fourth birthday.

Mike’s grandfather got sick around that time, and he put in for emergency leave to go back to Alabama, as the prognosis was not good. He opted not to go to orientation with me at the hospital, afraid that it would impact his chances of getting his leave granted. I went to that appointment, one of the only wives there without her husband. It was hospital and OB protocols first, then labs, then they would schedule our first appointment.

I went into a stall to give them another sample. I left that stall in tears and shaking, clinging to the capped cup as I found one of the nurses and told her about the pink and brown with a bit of red that I had seen moments before. I got to see a doctor that day. He put me on bed rest and said that it was a waiting game. At this stage, it was a 50-50 chance that I was going to lose the baby. The baby that a couple of days prior, I wasn’t even sure I wanted. They drew blood, and wanted me back in a couple of days.

I went home and told Mike. He didn’t tell command, who would have given him a few days off work so I could truly do bed rest. Instead, I told my neighbor, who checked in on me, changed diapers, and made fast food runs so I could rest. Despite having a two-year old and a newborn. Mike came home from the shop that evening and said that he needed to load up the car, as his leave had been approved. I still had my upcoming doctor’s appointment and bed rest, so I gave him the option of taking Dacey and Connor and going to Alabama without me. They were gone within the hour.

Jenn, my neighbor, got me to my doctor’s appointment. I had an ultrasound, and I saw my baby. I also saw that it had a double-digit heart rate; not something that you want to see with a pregnancy. My HcG also was not doubling. The doctor told me it was a waiting game, but the miscarriage was inevitable. I was given a ton of things to be on the look out for, what to do in various situations, and had a follow-up in a week.

Jenn  was great over the next day or two. I slept all day, and then went over to her house when her husband left. Jenn told me I was really pale when I first got there. I say on the couch with her older son and looked at books with him, until I got a phone call over there from Mike, all the way in Alabama. He needed me to call Tricare, as Connor had managed to try to grab a pilot light on one of the heating units and had burned a finger. So, I made the call, returned his, and ran to the bathroom.

The pregnancy was irrevocably over after that little trip. Per the doctor’s instructions, I fished what had passed out of the bowl, called out for a baggy, and cried. Jenn once again got me a ride, this time to the ER, because I was bleeding more than I should have been. I went, carrying my would-have-been baby in a sandwich bag in a plain paper bag.

Amazingly, I was called back rather quickly. Being that it was a military hospital, the doc sorely lacked a very good bedside manner for someone in my shoes. He confirmed that I had lost the baby, and told me what to look out for. Twelve hours later, I was back at the ER, bleeding like a stuck pig.

The doctor I got that trip had a better bedside manner, but he still scared the mess out of me as I put my legs into the stirrups and said to the nurse “She needs help, now”. The rest of that visit was a blur. I just know I left with a prescription that had to be taken every four hours, like clockwork, to get the bleeding to stop. Once again, Jenn to the rescue. She got me into my place, let herself out with my keys, and came back every 4 hours, waking me up with a pill and a glass of water. She also got my mom’s number off my TracPhone and called her. I woke up for the day to Jenn giving me my meds and telling me that my mom was on her way.

Mom came down, and took me to my last OB appointment at the naval hospital. It was confirmed by ultrasound, the baby and all were gone, and the bleeding had finally subsided. I left with a prescription for Iron. Mom took me up to Raleigh and put me on a plane to fly down to my family.

That was as long as you were physically around. I still wonder about you. I still think “what if” because the loss of you set so many wheels in motion. By the end of 1999, your dad and I had separated (he “meet someone” on Yahoo Chat while he was in Alabama and I was bleeding alone in North Carolina). I moved to Durham, to live with your grandma, brother, and sister. Your dad went absent without leave in order to be with the chick from online. I was broken inside, and I stayed that way for a long time.

If you were here, no matter what, you’d be getting ready to turn 18, my guess about a week and a half before I turn 43. I think that you would have been a girl. I’m going to go curl up with your sick little sister, and maybe I will dream of what you could have been.



A slightly delayed Mama’s Mission of the Month…

Grab your popcorn and get comfy on the 28th, as you will either be cheering or jeering as I yet again attempt Mama’s Mission of the Month. I figure anything has got to be better than January’s, right?MamasMission

I didn’t get it all done as planned yesterday, because I got caught up in housework and then, Nicole brought over my “new” iPad. We spent quite a lot of time getting her 600+ pictures and screenshots off of it before I got to wipe it and start setting it up. I stayed up a bit later than intended doing that, too. All the bills got paid, however, and I got a few groceries before the bus dropped off Ryli and Landry, so, all in all, it was a pretty damn good day.

This month, I’m going to add-on things that I plan on doing to hit all my goals for the month. I figure in doing that, I will add a secondary level of accountability for myself. We shall see, right?

Before I get to the subject at hand, remember, if you’d like to know more about Mama’s Mission of the Month, or get a copy of the printable, just head over to Mama Jenn’s intro post.



  • Continue working on AM & PM routines to get them well established and keep drinking my water. Lay stuff out the night before; review planner for the day; fill water the night before and keep by the bed. Keep a tracker of it.
  • Read at least an hour a day. This one shouldn’t be that hard, as I have stumbled in to several books I legit NEED to read.
  • Schedule my appointments. This I just need to do. No questions, no excuses!


  • Finishing touches to after school routines. This just needs a bit more time. January was brutal, between appointments, no after school activities for half the month, and the dreaded sick days.
  • with Landry. He’s doing well in school, but there are a few concepts that he struggles with. This takes care of those concepts while he has fun.
  • Get back into Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone with Ryli. We’ll just do a restart, and maybe even Landry will sit for it.


  • Tweak the large projects from January and start to nit-pick. Just finish moving things around, so then I can get down to the nit-picking business of making things look even better.
  • Chores. The kids are starting to figure out that I’m more likely to grant special privileges or get them a little something if they help me out. We may be negotiating allowances soon.
  • THE PURGE. Between the kids and I, we have enough clothes and footwear to clothe a small country. Time to do away with what doesn’t fit or never gets worn.


  • Stay in the black. Really this one is pretty self-explanatory. No overdrafting.
  • Save some money. I am so sick and tired of running out.
  • Keep up with the budget. And now that I have them started, keep up with my receipts and registers, because the register balances, if kept up with, are far more accurate.


  • Hang out more.
  • Pick up the phone once in a while; let’s face it, some of my friends are rather far-flung. Some call me and ask “How ya doing, Stranger?”
  • Take Dad downtown and show him the sights. He wants to go to Dealey Plaza, see the old book depository, and ride the train. I can do that.


  • Post. Write. Routine. They may not be in any particular order,  but I need to get into a routine of writing and posting. I feel better that way.
  • Expand my Feedly. I need to get back into reading more blogs like I used to do.
  • More activity on Twitter, Facebook Pages, Pinterest, Instagram, et al.


  • Plans for GS meetings all laid out. Also, plans for cookie booths and outings.
  • Reading Buddies and volunteer for a bit after.
  • SBDM meeting.


  • Keep up with calendars. I started that on Monday, and will continue. I’m also making the switch from Cozi to Picniic.
  • Set up iPad
  • ME time

I just feel more optimistic than ever about this month. Hopefully, I’m right.


Now this is a disaster

What’s that old saying about the best of intentions? The best of them are often laid to waste or something like that? Well, for all the pomp and circumstance of a month ago, things happened and a lot of what I had intended for the month of January fell way short. I also had some plans change, and those changes seem to be for the better, so I’ll just let things roll, and maybe, just maybe, things will be better in February.

Here is the graded sheet for this month. One thing that I’m changing up this year is showing the form from Mama Jenn Blog (you can find it here). It will be all filled out for the start of the month, and graded for the final day of the month.


This month was awful. I wish I would have had a big, red marker, but I made do with a Sharpie. I was pretty ugly. Three goals were continued to next month, and I didn’t even complete half of the other twenty-one. I gave myself a big F.

I’m going to go work on a game plan for February. Stay tuned, I’ll post it tomorrow.


No, really, I AM still here

Between the last part of winter break, sick kids, and quite frankly being an airhead, I am just now sitting down at the computer to get something done about my poor, neglected blog.

I started my day after getting little people where they needed to be by sitting down at the dining room table with all my pens and markers and my calendars. Don’t be fooled, you are not seeing double; I had to transfer some things from my old Academia planner to the new one. Then, there’s my desk pad calendar, the calendar that resides on the bulletin board by the front door, and not shown is the blog planner.


I decided that there was no time better to get the calendars all set up for (I can’t belive it) February, get things switched in the Academias, and actually plan a little bit for the blog. The only things I haven’t done yet is update my calendar app on my iPhone and plan a little for the other blog.

First up was the bulletin board calendar. The desk pad was filled out for the most part last week. That wasn’t too difficult, and all that’s missing either hasn’t been scheduled, or the fact that Connor has yet to get his schedule for sure.


Next up was the transferring of all my February appointments and whatnot to my new Academia.  I finally have some planner peace with that one. It’s not the flashiest, but it runs from 6:00 a.m. clear until 10:00 p.m. with another block for P.M. and trackers for damn near everything. The new one is the Academia Spring. It only runs through the end of July, but there are a LOT of perks. As a matter of fact, I probably should order the Fall 2018 soon. They will overlap a bit, but considering the kids notoriously get appointments scheduled pretty far in advance.


Last but not least was my rough and as yet incomplete plan for the blog. Just subjects, vague, but telling, at least to me. This post is technically late, as I planned on publishing it last night, but my mommy cuddles were requested, and I may have fallen asleep as well. So, I am up before the sun to get it done. No worries.

Next Sunday, this post will spring back up, as I begin to tackle the weeklies, which I like to do the night before the week starts. For me and the majority of my planners, my week starts on Monday and ends with the weekend. I may even attempt my first review of a planner… wait and see.

Goodreads Reading Challenge 2018

Happy New Year’s! I went ahead and signed up this morning. After some consideration of having to read a partial number a month, I threw caution to the wind and changed my pledge from 75 books to 84. Now, I only have to read seven books cover to cover a month. Considering I read the bulk of my 50 for 2017 in the last two and a half months of the year, I think I have this one well in the bag.

I’ve also decided to do the Read-Aloud Revival with the kids this month. They each have to read to someone or something for ten minutes 25 out of the 31 days of the month. Ryli will be all over that, as we got the illustrated Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. She reads to me for ten minutes, then I’ll read to her until she’s ready for bed. Landry may be a bit more of a challenge, as he’s still figuring out the ropes at reading. Nothing a bit of Pete the Cat won’t fix, with a side of Dr. Seuss.

So, now we have a few reading goals to start the year off right. Landry is going to be like Ryli; slow to get started, but once he gets started, I suspect I’ll have another bookworm on my hands.


Looking back to look forward…


Well, 2017 is taking its last breaths today. It has been a hell of a year; I think that much is certain. I actually made my Goodreads Reading Challenge with a few days to spare. Considering that during 2017, there were weeks, if not months, that I didn’t even open a book, that is pretty amazing. I think that I have finally gotten close to finding planner peace; so what if it’s evolved into a several planner deep system. I have not been as consistent with the blogging as I would have liked, but it has been a learning experience, that much is certain.

In the new year that is preparing to dawn at midnight, I honestly intend to change quite a lot of things for the better. My head is screwed on a tad bit more soundly and tightening up more every passing day. To have gone from a stay at home mom with limited responsibilities to one that has nearly a full plate, it has been an adjustment. For years, I have been very limited in my interactions with the world beyond my abode and my social media. X really did have me squirreled away, and getting out of that cocoon that I was put in has been hard to extricate myself from. I somehow became more shy, and less likely to take chances. Now, I am a leader of a multi-level Girl Scout troop, a committee member on two committees at Ryli and Landry’s school, a member of the PTO, a school volunteer, and I have friends (besides the tried and true Coley), and things are looking better than they have in years.

As of the 26th, we have been in this apartment for a year. I represented myself in court pro se this year, and didn’t do so bad for us. Tucker chose to return to Iowa, and I have come to terms with that. Connor is working. Dacey seems to be happy. Ryli and Landry have both had a few little issues crop up at school, but I got those addressed as fast as is humanly possible. This Christmas surpassed last year’s, which in my opinion speaks volumes, as I had not only a string of parties and a parade of gifts to contend with, but Jeff Heath and the rest of the Dallas Cowboys to beat.

I have friends that I can see any time I want, who put up with my stubborn ass and encourage me like none other. Friends that will gladly drive us to visitation exchanges or the store or any other place that we need to be rather than think of us taking DART.

Without further ado, I present to you January 2018’s Mama’s Mission of the Month, the first of twelve unveils planned for this year. I am enough of a realist to not expect much to stick until the week of the 9th, when school resumes and we get back to more of a scheduled deal. This time, I’m also going to let you all see what I will see each and every time I sit at my desk.



Self-Care is going to be a big one this year. If I don’t take care of myself, I am going to be useless to anyone else. It is not being selfish, but doing things for myself so that I function better in all my myriad of roles.

  • Implement AM/PM routines: Some of this will seem to be ridiculous (getting dressed and other things that should be “no brainers”) but they are things that I need to do FOR me to be the best I can be for all those who depend on me.
  • 5 Minute Journal twice per day: A new one on my part, that I acquired through the Add-On program of my quarterly addiction, FabFitFun. Journal first thing in the morning (most likely, after the morning sprint to the bathroom), and then last thing at night. Hoping it’ll keep my head space much clearer.
  • Increase water intake to 64 ounces per day: No, I have no intention on totally giving up my supreme vice of caffeine,but I NEED to drink more water. I’ll also put chia seeds or lemon or something in it to change things up. I’m probably going to pee… A LOT.


This is personal for my improvement and/or so I can scratch out a bit of a life for me.

  • Read at least 6 books in January: I fully intend on completing another Goodreads Reading Challenge, but this year, I’m shooting for 75 books by this time next year. That translates to roughly six and a quarter books per month.
  • Get up and get cute daily: Cute is relative, but I intend on getting up and dressed every damn day; make-up and all most days. It just makes me feel good, and it makes people wonder.
  • Routine, routine, routine: As I mentioned above, I am willing to concede that routine will be a bit of a farce until school resumes on the 9th, just because two kids means a handful of wild cards. Practice through the 8th, and the 9th we get down to business.


The big job.

  • Routines for the Littles: They need it as much as I do.
  • Read NIGHTLY to them: Just because it’s a good thing to do, they want me to, and any excuse to read Harry Potter again.
  • Restart counseling: They do so much better while in it.


Let’s face it; when the finances are in order, I’m happier, which typically results in everyone being happier.

  • Budget: I want to be better prepared for Christmas, back to school, and all that isn’t planned for.
  • No overdrafts: Must I explain?
  • Start savings accounts: One for Christmas, one to back up accounts.


Things to improve upon our home.

  • Schedule a project a day: Whether it be reorganizing the kitchen, cleaning a desk, or anything else to make this apartment more of a home.
  • Finish sorting clothes: The good, the bad, the ugly, the outgrown.
  • Meal Plan: Rather self explanatory, as well as a money saver.


What helps all the pieces come together.

  • Sundays are planning days: And as you will see a week from today, I will start taking pictures (and possibly video) as I set about tending to everything that helps me keep things running around here.
  • Rearrange kitchen: As always, I’m just not happy with the current set-up. Time for yet another change!
  • Redo storage closets: Clean out and rearrange the closets on the porch and in the hallway, so as not to need to store seasonal things with clothes and shoes.


To keep you all entertained.

  • Blog regularly/Make a schedule: May this come to fruition this time!!
  • Tidy Pinterest boards: A fear that they have become a bit of a clusterf**k as I have added to them so much.
  • Use Twitter more: I like it, need I say more?


Because not everything fits in the aforementioned categories.

  • Start Book Buddies and find more volunteer opportunities at the school: Book Buddies will be the lunch period after I eat with each little on their allotted day, and will help a kid with their reading. I’ll find more chances to volunteer as well, just because.
  • Plan Girl Scout Meetings at least one month out: I have the majority of the books (late addition of a Daisy means I need another set). This way, Nicole and I can coordinate our efforts further.
  • Get out more: Whether to take a walk, go shopping with a friend, or whatever.

Here’s to the last of 2017, and to 2018 being nothing short of phenomenal. On January 31, 2018, come back  to see how much is completed, and what my “final grade” for the month is, right before the unveiling of February’s Mama’s Mission.