We gave away our dog. Our Sophie.
This post is six years in the making, because this happened in February of 2015. I will never forgive myself for giving away the perfect dog.
My husband reminds me that she wasn't perfect: she had separation anxiety and she would scrape the paint and wood off of the doorways. She'd bark for hours and really piss off the other apartment tenants. Even when we moved to the 'burbs, our neighbors on either side could hear her.
But she did all that because she loved us. Unconditionally. And I didn't return her unconditional love.
I'd get annoyed with her scratching, her barking, her being in the way all the time. After years of turning this over in my mind, I'm realizing that I have a hard time giving unconditional love. If you don't do as the world expects or as I expect, then watch out.
What the world gave me, right before we gave away Sophie, was my second son. The child that knocked me off my parenting pedestal. Nothing about him was or is
As it turns out, though, people frown on you for giving away your children...
My husband and I have come to the realization that some days are better than others. We used to get caught up on the bad days, feeling paralyzed in our negativity. And then, when the good days came, we'd feel a weight lift, like everything would always be okay. Inevitably, though, we'd have another bad day, and get down on ourselves...
These kids fight constantly. They're going to be the adult siblings that never speak to each other.
Wow- I can't believe how well they're building that Lego tower together. They're definitely going to vacation together when they're older!
We're having the same argument again. Are we just always going to resent each other?
Oh my gosh- he's making me laugh so hard. Maybe we can get the pre-kids "us" back!
This baby is never going to sleep through the night...
Huh- the baby hasn't woken in the night in forever. This is amazing!
It's true: I believe that I'm a pessimist at heart. I work hard to be positive, but it IS work for me.
To be fair, I think it's human nature to notice the bad and overlook the good.
Here are six ways this pessimist practices gratitude:
If you compare the photos of me from last September to this one, it's not that crazy. Like many of us, I'm probably the only one that notices the weight gain. People are always paying less attention to us than we think, amaright
Last year was my year to get my body back, and I ran a marathon.
This year, as the ball dropped on New Year's Eve, I kissed my husband and said, "My New Year's Resolution is to be kinder to you."
But, I knew that "being kinder"
was too vague; it wasn't a measurable goal.
So I started working backwards: What makes me edgy? When do I feel resentment?
Two of the biggest culprits were not getting enough sleep and fitting too much in. Sound familiar?
We moms, especially, feel like we need to do it all. And be, like, really
good at it all. When I was a teacher, I learned that there's always something more you can do for your students. It's the same for your children when you become a mom.
But do you know who I become when I squeeze it all in? MEAN MOMMY.
Mean Mommy looks awesome on Facebook. She's logged in as various aliases: Pinterest Mom, PTO Mom, Marathon Mom, CEO Mom. I'm not saying that if you're one of these moms, then you're also Mean Mommy. I'm saying that I was...
and sometimes still am.
Last October, my friend Emily texted me, calling me "Supermom."
My heart sank...
Our family welcomed Baby Boy #2 on October 18th! Here are ten reflections from the first ten days with our lil' man:
1) You feel all warm and fuzzy.
No, seriously: newborns radiate heat, and chances are that they're also wrapped in a blanket. Says my husband on a daily basis, "This kid is about 1,000 degrees."
And yes: the figurative warm fuzzies are there, too.
2) You become Quasimodo.
That's right. It seems that you are always hunched over for something: feeding, changing diapers, soothing and snuggling. And you thought sitting at your computer was bad. Pfff.
3) You will never eat this well again. Ever.
Friends, family, neighbors, and church/temple members are constantly bringing food. They either bring you their specialty or amazing comfort cuisine (usually accompanied by a naughty dessert). My husband and I both agree that the meals, alone, are reason enough to have another kid...
Below are my top 6 reasons to commit to a hobby RIGHT NOW.
My number one hobby is rehearsing and performing with The Chicago Red Line.
If you like inappropriate, adult humor coupled with impressive musical talent, then check out our show
this Friday or Saturday...
This weekend, we were responsible parents. We got a speeding ticket for driving 86 mph in a 65.
Why yes. Not because of our shameful speed, or the fact that our child was in the car while doing so. Responsible in the fact of how we handled it...
A parent. Go hug a parent. Even if it's you.
Parenting is hard. It's the hardest and best thing you will ever do. It hurts my heart to see someone's parenthood end too soon...