Parenting, School

What sorcery is this?

Daily while school is in session, it is always mass chaos, or so it seems. Murphy’s Law is the unofficial motto. No matter the amount of night before prep (or, not, since I’m being completely honest). It was always a chorus of “I don’t feel well”, “Where’s my ___________?”, “I have homework due first thing” (usually following insisting there was none the previous night), and many more. Nine times out of ten when I attempt to rouse them from their slumber, I get their rendition of a 21-gun salute: they roll over and unleash a slew of farts. They call me names, and on particularly lovely mornings, throw half-hearted swings at me. Good times, I tell you.

Then, there was this morning. I noticed Ryli was stirring on my way to the bathroom, so I stopped to murmur some sweet nothings to her. She broke into an enormous grin and opened her eyes. I was flabbergasted.

She told me to wait for her to make her bed up. Ryli has never made her own bed, let alone volunteered to do so. Then, she followed me to the bathroom to brush her teeth and asked if she could wash her face and use some moisturizer. WTF? Who are you, and what did you do with my daughter?

Washing faces was a blast. She did whatever I did, up to and including using the Brandless toner (its green apple scented). As she rubbed the cotton ball across her face, she solemnly looked at the bottle and proposed marriage. It was absolutely adorable. Then, we moisturized before she scampered to her room to play while her uniform finished drying.

By now, I’m thinking that I better just get it over with and wake up Landry. He started off playfully sluggish, muttering about not wanting to go to school, claiming a headache. So, I told him that Connor was thinking that if he and Ryli went to school every day and a few other things that he was working on, he was going to give them his XBox. Boy oh boy, did that ever change his tune. He was dressed all by himself in record time.

The lone hiccup was miniscule. After swearing the night before that he had no homework, Landry promptly pulled out a four page spread from his workbook, and Ms. Doshi was giving out candy for those who had it done. So I grabbed him a pencil and clipboard, and told him I would help him on the way to school. I just needed to do his hair first. That, he did balk out, insisting that he be the one to do it. Mr. Messy Hair, Don’t Care. So I let him, and surprisingly enough, it looked damn good. I’m talking the part looked like it was made with clippers.

With everyone in the van, we pushed off for school. Ryli helped Landry with his math homework, so we only had a few problems to finish off while we waited for the doors to be opened.

I drove back home shocked. They got up without a fuss, they got ready with ease and grace. I was positive they’d been body snatched.

Flash forward to school letting out. They were back and totally normal; alternating between at each other’s throat and the best of friends. Ahhh, motherhood; never a dull moment.

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This was originally written on Wednesday… I thought I had scheduled it, when apparently, I hadn’t. 

31 Day Challenge, Factor 5 Leiden, Home, Mama's Mission of the Month, Meal Planning, Mental Health, Organization, Parenting, Routine, Scheduling, Self-Care

Mama’s (tardy) Mission of the Month: May 2018

 

Hello May

Here it comes, May 2018’s Mama’s Mission of the Month. Sorry about the delay, but I may have fallen asleep before the prime time line up on the networks made it to their first commercial break. Then, I woke up soaked in sweat. Apparently, the kids felt the need to crawl in bed with mom, and each sleep on half of her. Last time I checked, they have each other in loose choke-holds; silly little cuddle monsters.

If this is your first time reading a Mama’s Mission, you can find out all the details about it here. Otherwise, without any further to do, here is May’s edition.

 

Self-Care (Physical)

  • Boho Berry Checklist *
  • 2,500 steps (minimum) a day
  • 64 ounces of water (minimum) a day

Self-Care (Mental/Emotional)

  • Boho Berry Checklist *
  • Minimum 7 hours of sleep a night
  • Read 30 minutes per day on average

Health

  • OB-GYN appointment to (hopefully) get scheduled for an ablation **
  • Keep INR *** appointments and keep my levels between 2.0-3.0
  • Schedule Landry’s 7 year well child check up (eeeeek)

Parenting

  • Get a routine going
  • Keep/get appointments and couseling as needed
  • Schedule for all the end of year events at school

Household

  • Continue streamlining storage and organization
  • Keep planners up to date
  • List of things to keep a look out for (make lists by room?)

Financial

  • Stick to budget
  • Meal plan
  • Keep registers up to date

Blog/Online

  • Self-Care Challenge
  • Schedule and stick to it
  • Clean up and keep up with social media sites

Miscellaneous

  • Tweak BASS
  • Take/give all medications daily and journal
  • Figure out what kids will need for school for 2018-2019

 

* I’m a member of Boho Berry, so I get free downloads of all manner of printables on the Boho Berry Tribe Free Resource Library. I printed out the May Monthly Tracker and use it in addition to the monthly tracker in my Academia. Feel free to check out Boho Berry here.

** An ablation is basically getting your uterus cauterized. I’m on blood thinners, and have yet to reach even a hint of menopause, so I have some monthly bleeding issues on a horror movie/crime scene level. I can’t do hormone replacement on account of the Factor V Leiden, so a hysterectomy is out, as is anything hormonal, leaving me this as my potential out.

*** INR stands for International Normalized Ratio, which is a measure of how a person’s blood clots. Being that I have Factor V Leiden that has reared its vile head twice, I should be on blood thinners for life. “Normal” is 1.1 or lower. For a person on thinners, its 2.0-3.0. I’m currently flirting with the high side… yikes.

Challenges, Home, Parenting, Routine, Scheduling

Slight change in plans (I want my bed back)

I have got to get the kids to sleep in their own beds. Ryli is pretty good about it, unless she’s ill or Landry is being obnoxious about it. Landry just climbs in my bed and passes out, and by the time I go to bed, I’m in no mood to transfer his butt to his own bed. I am sleeping horribly. The first thing I do when I get them off to school is take a nap. I use a sleep quality monitor on my phone. My sleep quality sucks with both of them in my bed, and improves a good deal if there is only one in bed with me. I can only imagine how much better it would be if they both were in their own beds!

So, that leaves me to come up with something to use as an incentive. I think I may try to see if I can use new bedding sets as the reward. I’m fairly confident that we could find something that both of them like that coordinates relatively well. We shall see.

The slight change in plans is that I will be putting the 30 Day Self-Care Challenge on the back-burner until next month. I am still making a conscious effort to practice better self-care, but there are a few tasks that are derailing me. I’m going to practice for now, and get those other things addressed. Then, I’ll just be in a better place overall. Things could actually go according to plan, however, and I could end up starting when I complete the few odd tasks. First on that list is kicking everyone but me out of my bed. Hell, once I get Landry out, Tiger will follow. He loves to sleep with his human.

I will give Landry some credit. Ever since the medication change, he has been a dream come bedtime. Now, I have to hound Ryli to go to sleep, because odds are good that come 8:00, Landry is already gently snoring his brains out in Dreamland. He’s even been known to wake up by himself in the morning, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Time to get ready to greet them when the bus finally drops them off. It was an end of six weeks testing day… yikes!

February, Loss, Memories, Parenting, Uncategorized

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.

 

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Challenges, First Day, Girl Scouts, Health, Home, Mama's Mission of the Month, Organization, Parenting, Routine, Scheduling, School

Coming back and doing so on a mission…

Life has been interesting as of late, to put it mildly. The new school year is wrapping up its first six weeks tomorrow. Dallas County Schools is still essentially clueless, as the little ones’ bus has yet to pick up or drop off within five minutes of the scheduled times. Things at the school have been better than the were last year, but there are still hiccups and road bumps galore with the transition to being an ACE school. The fledgling Girl Scout troop meets for the first time next week. I’m on two committees at school, plus on the PTO. I’ve represented myself in court and continue to wait for the trial of my dragon. Connor got himself a job. The kids pulled down a few nominations for TAG. I have been constantly running white uniform dress shirts through the wash since August 30, as well as the perpetual hunt for those wayward black socks and white socks.

I will officially be back here no later than Sunday, October 1, 2017. Truthfully, I will try to be back before then to go over what exactly I have up my sleeves for the month of October and onward. It involves more of what you may or may not have come to expect from me, such as Mama’s Mission of the Month, and some fun new little treats in the realm of a blog challenge or maybe even two, and the added gems of me being on all these committees and leading a Girl Scout Troop and everything else.

So, without any further ado, I will now be returning to my scheduled oddity of doing my own laundry so I don’t have to scramble any longer. The kinks are finally getting straight.

Here’s a few pictures from the first day of school. Landry is still loving the uniform, where as Ryli is a bit sick of it.

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Meal Planning, Meals, Parenting, Routine, Scheduling

If any time were perfect

This would be it. I’m still trying to nail down aspects of our routine around here. Days that I do the store runs, days that X gets to call Ryli and Landry, and/or days that they go for visitation are the worst. Yesterday was a combo day, as I absolutely had to get to the store, and X was calling. Added to that, Nicole was on the verge of being over-booked, so I wouldn’t be cooking for her in exchange for borrowing her car. I also left later than I really should have, so Landry insisted upon coming.

With Landry along, he pointed out things he thought that I’d forgotten. A few of them, he was quite adamant that I get on that particular store run, so I did. That ended up biting me. I’ll let you guess where. Landry did get a balloon from the gal at checkout. If it were not for that green balloon, I’d have had to carry everything back to the apartment. I tied his balloon to a bag that had hot dog buns and rice noodles. He carried it about half the time.

Once we had gotten checked out, I pulled the cart over to begin the transfer of my purchases into the bags I would be carrying them home in. I had more than I’d anticipated, but wasn’t too worried, as between the backpack and the IKEA bag, I had more than enough room. Then, I went to hoist up the IKEA bag once I had the back-breaker backpack on. We did not make it to the bus stop with any speed. I carried the IKEA bag, I dragged it, and eventually, we made it to the bus stop.

Needless to say, I called ahead to have Connor meet us at the bus stop, and also informed him that as soon as I put the groceries up, I was taking a nap. Connor’s punk ass sent me to my room while he unpacked groceries.

For dinner, Connor and Tucker made hot dogs with mac & cheese, because I was not wanting to get back up. When I did finally make it to the main area, I hopped on my laptop and started looking up Once A Month Meals. I’d already signed up to be an affiliate (the recipes are that good), but there is no time like the present. I’m going to talk it over with my mom, who used to do all the freeze ahead stuff when I was a kid, and I’m going to do it. Not for the entire month. Just so that on days that I already know are going to be busy and/or stressful, dinner is one thing that is already taken care of.

I have already decided that there will be pictures and fun when we have our cooking day. I think we will shoot for early March, with cook day hopefully being on a school day so at least two people aren’t here. I’ll keep you posted, but I promise, this should be good!

Challenges, Education, Reading, Uncategorized

Reading Challenges: Status Report

As I mentioned way back at the beginning of last month, I signed myserlf and the youinger kids up for a reading challenge a piece. I said that I would give updates, and I’m a little behind on that, unless you count the little notes on the recap for Mama’s Mission of the Month.

The kids challenge, from Read Aloud Revival, was for the month of January. After the first few days, I decided to just do it with Ryli reading to me, and Landry if he was into it on any given day. By the tenth, Ryli came home from her first day of school at her new school, and lo and behold, Monday-Thursday, part of her homework is to read to three people and have them initial her homework sheet. Most nights, Landry chose to do other things, like torment Connor and Tucker, Ryli did her homework. We were not the greatest Friday-Sunday, but, per the challenge description, she made it by reading more days than not.

My book challenge is through GoodReads and Amazon Kindle, and it goes all year. I set my goal for FIFTY books this year. At first, I thought that I would be pushing hard to pull that off. Then I read five books in January, with a laundry list of them in queue and 4 at various stages of being read at the moment. Lord of Greenwich (The Plantagenets, #5)  by Juliet Dymoke is what I’m furthest into, and the first five books of the series make up 80% of the books I read last month. The current political climate has me reading 1984 by George Orwell. I may be only 10% into it, but considering I’ve picked it up twice for about five to ten minutes a pop, I’m guessing that I could finish it in a couple hours. I’ve barely started Fangs and Fennel (The Venom Trilogy #2) by Shannon Mayer, but that’s just because I’m too sucked into the first two. Rounding out my list is a re-read for me. Tonight, Ryli gets an introduction to Harry, Hermoine, Ron, and everyone else. Bedtime is sliding up so she can snuggle in bed and have J.K. Rowling‘s Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone read to her. I’m currently one book ahead of schedule.

As far as books I want to read… my list of books I want to read (or in some cases, re-read) is growing all the time. If I keep this up, I think I’ll need a bigger number for next year!