It's a beautiful day here in San Francisco. Tank top weather. And it's President's Day, which means that the entire family has the day off.
Hubby and I had grand plans for today: For the first time in a very long time, we piled ourselves and the kids into the car and drove into the city. Everything started out great: The kids were happy, we had a tank full of gas, and an easy ride on the freeway.
The we arrived, and WG didn't want to get out of the car. No problem, she does that sometimes, and, usually, if we're patient, she'll eventually decide she's ready and get out of her own accord.
Not today.
Fine. Hubby stayed with her in the car while LG and I went to the park. Then we decided to come home, stopping by the grocery store on the way.
And while I was in the store, all Hades broke loose. WG had a full-on meltdown, and a violent one. She pulled her own hair, then started hitting her brother. When Hubby intervened, she grabbed his glasses and started smacking them against the car door, nearly breaking them. We went home, where she then screamed and cried for the next hour. And we were treated to some OH SO HELPFUL advice from the in-laws who, while probably well-meaning, really don't understand.
It's calm now: The in-laws have gone out, WG is quiet, LG is playing in his room, and Hubby has gone off to the gym.
While I sit here trying to process it, again.
Lately I've been feeling like a not-so-great mother. Like I can and should be doing more. Of course, with Hubby gone 17 hours a day, it's hard for me to corral both of them, or even to find things that they both want to do. Other than swimming. Which isn't always possible. And then something like this happens, and I feel like The Worst Mother In The World.
Logically, I know I'm not. But Mom Guilt is a strong force. And with kids who have special needs, it multiplies by about 8 zillion.
And right now, all I want to do is take a nap. But I can't. because the gods only know that the kids will get up to/into while I'm asleep. :)
In MUCH happier news, Hubby has been nominated for a Bay Area Theater Critics Circle Award! For the past show he was in. He's the ONLY one from the show who's nominated, which took some of the joy out of it for him.
But I couldn't be prouder.
And now, for the the first time in abut 13 years, I need to buy a dress.
And shoes.
I hope I remember how...
OK. Gonna go watch some "Gilmore Girls" and try to not think for a while.
See ya!
Monday, February 15, 2016
Monday, February 8, 2016
A Yucky Cold and a Lovely Warm Puppy
I'm getting over another cold. We've all been sick 3 times over the last 3 months, and, really, enough is enough. First there was the flu in November, then the stomach virus at the beginning of the year, and now this. And we've all had all of it. Well, the family that vomits together...
Tuesday night was the height of it, for me. (The worst of the stomach thing was also on a Tuesday night. Curious.) I was worried that it was turning into a another bout of flu, as I was suddenly sore and achy all over, and very fatigued. I was sprawled on the bed, and Avery came over and lay down on my tummy, promptly falling asleep.
It was just what I needed: I woke up the next morning feeling MUCH better. Luckily, after getting the kids off to school, I was able to go back to bed for a couple of hours. Avery kindly sacrificed her time to cuddle up and nap next to me.
I've had a few dogs now, and a couple of cats. I'm always amazed at how quickly they give us their unconditional love. Avery had already been abandoned, brought to a shelter, adopted out, and returned to the shelter by the time we met her. And in just over a month, it's like she has always been part of our family. She snuggles up with me at night until Hubby comes home, at which point she relinquishes her spot and goes to sleep on the lovely, soft dog bed at the foot of our human bed.
She's very gentle with the kids (including our 3 1/2 year-old niece, who isn't always so gentle with HER, lol), and she will bark at anyone or anything outside that isn't part of the norm. She'll also chase squirrels, raccoons, and (yikes!) skunks out of the yard. She is agile and lithe, and keeps me in shape by walking me twice a day for 20-60 minutes at a time. And she watches me while I do my home workouts. She is particularly puzzled by the bike that goes nowhere when I pedal it. I'm sure she'd come to yoga with me if I let her.
Because she has imprinted on me. I am her human. She adores everyone, but I'm the one who's with her the most, and from whom she has separation anxiety. I HATE leaving her, even to go to my beloved yoga classes. :) Yesterday I had to teach in the morning and then run some errands, and I worried about her the entire time. Of course, she was fine when I got home, sleeping in "her spot" on the window seat. But she greeted me at the door as soon as I came in, and we went for a nice long walk. She is sleeping next to me as I type this.
I suppose I have as much separation anxiety as she does. :)
I miss Chopper. But I think he led us to Avery. He wanted us to adopt another shelter dog in his honor, and I like to think she was waiting for us. That she was meant to be ours, as we are meant to be hers.
Tuesday night was the height of it, for me. (The worst of the stomach thing was also on a Tuesday night. Curious.) I was worried that it was turning into a another bout of flu, as I was suddenly sore and achy all over, and very fatigued. I was sprawled on the bed, and Avery came over and lay down on my tummy, promptly falling asleep.
It was just what I needed: I woke up the next morning feeling MUCH better. Luckily, after getting the kids off to school, I was able to go back to bed for a couple of hours. Avery kindly sacrificed her time to cuddle up and nap next to me.
I've had a few dogs now, and a couple of cats. I'm always amazed at how quickly they give us their unconditional love. Avery had already been abandoned, brought to a shelter, adopted out, and returned to the shelter by the time we met her. And in just over a month, it's like she has always been part of our family. She snuggles up with me at night until Hubby comes home, at which point she relinquishes her spot and goes to sleep on the lovely, soft dog bed at the foot of our human bed.
She's very gentle with the kids (including our 3 1/2 year-old niece, who isn't always so gentle with HER, lol), and she will bark at anyone or anything outside that isn't part of the norm. She'll also chase squirrels, raccoons, and (yikes!) skunks out of the yard. She is agile and lithe, and keeps me in shape by walking me twice a day for 20-60 minutes at a time. And she watches me while I do my home workouts. She is particularly puzzled by the bike that goes nowhere when I pedal it. I'm sure she'd come to yoga with me if I let her.
Because she has imprinted on me. I am her human. She adores everyone, but I'm the one who's with her the most, and from whom she has separation anxiety. I HATE leaving her, even to go to my beloved yoga classes. :) Yesterday I had to teach in the morning and then run some errands, and I worried about her the entire time. Of course, she was fine when I got home, sleeping in "her spot" on the window seat. But she greeted me at the door as soon as I came in, and we went for a nice long walk. She is sleeping next to me as I type this.
I suppose I have as much separation anxiety as she does. :)
I miss Chopper. But I think he led us to Avery. He wanted us to adopt another shelter dog in his honor, and I like to think she was waiting for us. That she was meant to be ours, as we are meant to be hers.
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