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Quirky and Uplifting

“If I live alone, whose feet will I wash?”

Over a decade ago, whilst I was trying to decide whether to walk away from my husband and his baggage, I heard that quote.  It stuck with me.  Not that I was wanting to wash his feet.  Boy feet get icky.  I even avoid my kid’s feet these days.  What it made me think about is that while it may be easier to live alone, it is missing something big.

In the Bible, people freak out about Jesus wanting to wash their feet.  To him, it is all part of serving others.  I think living alone means you have the backfiring luxury of not thinking about anyone’s needs but your own.

Most spiritual teachings cover that whole serve others first/ love others stuff.

At least that is what I was trying to tell myself tonight.  Since it was so nice, we were hanging out in the backyard and I was grooming the dogs.  Penelope slipped inside with one of the kids and ate a box of tagalongs.  I controlled myself, fetched the peroxide and syringe, and proceeded to wrestle a badger.  Meanwhile, we had put Lincoln inside so he wouldn’t eat any of the vomit for which we were waiting.  Good times.

I left Penelope outside since I also needed to start dinner. I was calm enough to cheerfully accept the children’s help.  Microwaves and toaster ovens are gifts from the Lord. Link was fussing, much like he normally does when he is trapped and Penelope is running loose outside.  I tried to shush him while we poured various things in bowls, hoping for the best. (I am proud that I stopped Jonas from adding soy sauce and Old Bay to our Italian meatballs).  I get a break and go to let Link out and….

He is standing in a body of water sized urine puddle.  The dog that had been outside for over an hour and inside for ten minutes. There may have been profanity.  I moved him outside and asked the 6yo to keep the toddler away from the crate while I gathered supplies—and tried to keep Mommy Dearest at bay. I fetched an old towel.  The 6yo had abandoned her post, but thankfully the toddler had just run naked (another story) into the yard after the two gross canines.  I dried the crate, sprayed liberally with the magic green stuff and…….

Heard one bark and the sound of the giant horse of an incontinent goofball clearing the gate in one leap.  He went straight across the street to make friends with a small dog and his not very encouraging owner.  Jonas caught him, but Lincoln got away and went right back after his new “friends.”

Meanwhile, the best neighbors ever swoop in to snap up the naked jaywalking toddler and scale a fence with a leash.

I tried to be still, breathe, find the humor, and be grateful for the opportunity to wash so many feet.

 
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Posted by on April 11, 2017 in Family, Uncategorized

 

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Mistress of Nada

That may have been a better title for my neglected blog.  I had no idea what type of mixture my life would be turning into.

  1. Two forced moves.
  2. Heart Attack
  3. Hearing an NPR piece on viewing cities through evolutionary science.
  4. Taking an Americorps VISTA position in under 24 hours.
  5. Leaving the Container Store.
  6. Serving for an awesome year and a half with the Zeist foundation, working on community engagement and schools.
  7. Serving for half a year at East Atlanta Kids Club where I got to write grants, screen staff, and so much more.
  8. Started grad school at Georgia State University, working on a Master’s of Public Policy with a focus on social policy.  I initially thought I wanted to do educational policy.  Alas, I think we need a broader group to defeat the problems of poverty and big business.
  9. Immediately after starting the program, I got pregnant with twins.  We lost one, who we named Jesse, at 11 weeks.  Even with the grief and never ending morning sickness, I made it into the honor society.
  10. #3 joined us the summer after my first year and will surely benefit from all the advanced classwork.
  11. Since the baby threw off my two-year plan, I used the opportunity to take extra classes that appeal to my broader urban concerns. I fell in love with GIS because it is mapping–data and design.
  12. I also used the extra year to apply for a fellowship through the law school.  I am an Urban Fellow with the Center for the Comparative Study of Metropolitan Growth.  It has enriched my program and my life, complete with an intensive week studying and working in Barcelona.
  13. The other Capstone of my program is the actual Capstone class where we are doing some economic development planning for the City of Forest Park.  I feel like I have not been able to meet my own high expectations, but our team is awesome –and I cannot say enough about the amazing Joseph F. Hacker, PhD and AICP.
  14. Jason is on track to be a Liuetenent.  He will be wonderful, but boy the uncertainty and change in our house right now is scary.
  15. Right now, I am in a very tight spot where I have so much writing to wrap up in the next two weeks that I don’t know if I could handle it childless and single. I am trying to hope for the best, but prepare that I may not graduate in May. Some of my best colleagues are graduating in summer though so I wouldn’t be lonely at least.
  16. This is where my heart is out to get me.  I had gone to a new cardiologist since the old one was very dismissive about the unbearable side effects I had.  Being off meds was fine until this semester got so crazy. Now I am on a new BP med, which also gives me horrifying nightmares and isn’t keeping my BP below 140-50 over 105-10.  Plus it gives me insomnia and ups my anxiety like nobody’s business. I do not have time for this trial and error stuff right now.  My GP, unlike the other docs, got me in right away.  I am now trying a third class of BP drugs.  Fingers crossed.
  17. My head is telling me that of course, this is all my incompetence and that I never should have had kids, gone back to school, etc. Of course, I won’t graduate in May.  I probably never will.  No one will want to hire a mother of 3 with a firefighter husband.  And speaking of those 3 kids, two of them have big time anxiety issues that I have to walk through with them. We will not be able to keep affording to rent in EAV.  We won’t ever be able to buy a house.

FFS.  This was supposed to be a quirky yet ultimately uplifting summary of my day.

 
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Posted by on April 11, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Itty bitty

Teeny tiny words on a teeny tiny computer lift my spirits. It is strange what can make or break your day.

Bad:
Headache
Husband stuck in Memphis
Had to miss going to a job I enjoy
Baby hid the car keys

Good:
Iced coffee from drip, delivered
Wireless set up and I’m typing this from the sofa

And now I’m good. Plus Chicklet just brought me the keys.

 
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Posted by on October 9, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

My submission for They Might Be Hispters

Check out http://theymightbehipsters.tumblr.com/, a site that combines TMBG lyrics with photos.  I took this shot in the U Street Corridor in DC last month.  I knew it would come in handy.  Name that tune!

 
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Posted by on September 26, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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Ten Years

The tenth anniversary of September 11 is proving to be more emotional for me than I expected.

I think parenthood is part of it.  Every soul that departed was someone’s child.  Many were someone’s parent.  Even the hijackers.  These are things you cannot give too much space in your head.

Parenting requires the daily chore of forgetting. The daily choice of denial.  You cannot handle socks and balanced meals and diapers if you are thinking, “I could be taken away from my children. What space would my absence leave in their lives?” or “My children could die slowly or quickly, peacefully or horrifically, and I would be left to walk this earth with my heart missing,” or “My child could become a force of evil, and maybe that offhand comment I make on a bad day could start the journey.”

 
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Posted by on September 11, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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Take Two

And five months passed the way five weeks did when I was younger. Now that Frank has joined our household, I sense many things will be easier.

1. Groceries. We’ve been shopping like college students because I haven’t been able to do my online research that saves us so much money. Just the basics. As needed.

2. Music. Frank is working hard to get our entire collection into his iTunes. I know we will be listening to a bigger variety of music.

3. Education. With a shiny new, zippy computer, we can learn online. Jason can do some training at home. I can start researching and planning for graduate school.

4. Writing. I have already written more on here in three days than I have in the last five months. Hopefully, I can find a way to use that to feed my family a bit instead of just feeding my soul.

Feeding the soul is pretty good.

 
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Posted by on September 5, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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And so it came to pass

So I stayed up late into the night getting my learning on on Educator.com for bzzagent.  It was great.  I have been wanting to push past my math trauma and learn what most people did in high school and college.  Recently, I pulled out a book on algebraic thought from my teaching days.  The Algebra sections on Educator.com are going to get my started.  code BUZZFA626 for 30 days free to try it yourself.

Confession, I had to break from the first Algebra lesson because I was having to stop too often to take care of the sick Chicklet.  I feel like I need some quiet time with pencil and paper to do it justice.  We were both awake and I wanted to explore the site a little more.  I tooled over to the Computer Science section and saw WordPress training offered.  This was the third time WordPress had popped up in my life within a few days, and since my God works with humor and a 2X4, I decided to check it out.  Chicklet fell asleep during the first “class,” but I stayed up for over an hour.  By the end of that hour, several things that had been rolling around in my brain for awhile came together.

TA-DA!  Here is my new blog, built with WordPress and what I was able to learn in the middle of the night nursing a sick child.  The name was the hardest part.  A lot of my “great” ideas occurred to someone else already. Some were hard to type or looked silly in a web address.

I wanted a name to reflect all the parts of my life– and that I am no Martha Stewart.  My mommy knowledge helps at the Container Store.  My Container Store training helps my friends and myself in my mommy life.  I wanted a place where the mommy me, work me, and inner me could all share with the class.

It is hard to believe that it has been almost 18 years since I left for college on a journalism scholarship.  Certainly, I have taken a few detours and lost a little faith in myself.  Certainly, a blog is not writing for the New Yorker.  But I am writing, and it feels right.

 
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Posted by on April 7, 2011 in Uncategorized