I like to keep my 7 followers waiting... sitting on the edges of their seats wondering, "what's going on with Amy these days??!"
Well.. the 7 of you can relax now... I will update you in point form fashion.
I've been on and off and now on again with the old Weight Watchers regime. I am so sick of hating myself and so sick of realizing day after day that I"m a complete hypocrite, telling people to accept where their bodies are "happy" (aka where you don't have to fight to stay at a weight that's 'regular' for you). Meanwhile, when the pants I got when I lost 35lbs feel snug I want to curl up into a ball with a bowl of cookie dough and chocolate and watch Golden Girls and cry myself to sleep. So basically I hate 10lbs of myself and it's pathetic and exhausting.
I've joined a club.. not a book club or a craft club- or some "normal" club a "normal" Mom would join. I've joined a pillow fight club: EastVan PillowFIght Club I love it- and I'm completely terrified of it- all at once. Picture yourself in a 10x10 ring (mats on the floor) face to face with an opponent who is about to beat the shit out of you with a pillow. It's the most exhausting thing I've ever done- seconds at a time I'm literally reliving the exhaustion- and exhilaration of delivering a baby-- okay so the end result-- not the same... but let me tell you.. I sweat more during a pillow fight then I did giving birth.
This club has pushed me way out of my comfort zone- into something unknown to me- something I really have to work hard to be good at... and I'm good- but not that good. I get anxious and excited before every practice because I'm not 100% sure of myself in the ring. This is something I aim to work on in the next while- with the support of the EVPFC ladies and my amazing family (Jay yelling at me to "BLOCK!") Miss Treats is my fighter name. I love her. In theory she's sure of herself and confident with her body. I want to be her in real life.
Abby has started Kindergarten. I'm terrified. During our interview her teacher said, "yep you just drop her off and pick her up again...." I'm thinking, 'in 6 whole hours? you?? One teacher-- with 20 five year olds? who is going to watch her- to make sure no one is mean to her- to make sure she eats her lunch, and washes her hands after using the bathroom, to hold her when she's scared??! WHO!!!!????'. As excited as I am to establish a routine again- and spend some time with just Otis- I am so scared to receive that first phone call saying something has happened at school and I need to get there asap. I didn't picture myself to be a "helicopter parent" but will I be able to fight the urge to pop in and see her at lunch time?
School brings up something else in me that I have been dealing with pretty much since Abby was born. Our economical standing. Our financial situation. The fact that Abby is dressed in mostly handmedowns and clothes my Mom has bought her didn't really used to bother me... that much. However, now she's in school, and I wonder if the kids will notice. Will they make fun of her for wearing runners that aren't $40 Nikes or Adidas?
My heart almost broke the other day when Abby had a friend over; Otis was napping and the friend wanted to play in Abby's room... well since Abby and Odey share a room this wasn't an option... the friend asked where Abby's room was. "Where is your own room? Where is your own bed??" (they have a trundle bed) Abby told her friend they shared which perplexed the friend... and Abby as well.. because when we were alone she asked me when she would have her own room? When will I have my own playroom like my friends and Cailou (that little bald bastard). I felt so sad telling her I didn't have the answer to that question... and reminded her that we were very lucky to have what we have- and I reminded her about the kids at the SafeHouse and how they are at "Mommy's work" because they have no home to go to.... she seemed to take it in stride, but it for some reason has really affected me. I've been down on myself and how we've come to be in this situation simply trying to "keep up" with the latest bikes, toys, ballet classes and outings when we really plain and simple just cannot afford it. I need to learn this. We will never keep up. Plain and simple we're not financially built for it. This is a blow to my ego. This is my worst fear: failing.
We have been doing some fun family things over the summer including; an awesome family trip to my uncle David's cabin on Mahood Lake... this is a gift my family gives to me. My aunt and uncle share this amazing little piece of heaven with us each year by treating us to not only a beautiful place to stay but delicious meals prepared in a chaotic kitchen filled with laughter. My Mom helps with our kids who cannot wait to go back next year- Abby refers to "uncle 'Da-bid's' cabin" at least every other day- and the fox and frog, the trampoline and swimming in a lake, the tractor and the boat.... We love it there and are so grateful for the gift of being able to go.
We've been on trips to the aquarium and Maplewood Farms which both kids go bananas for. I pack a family picnic so it's no vacation for me-- well going anywhere with kids is not a vacation! It is a weekly treat though to get to spend time together as a full family... Jay and I both struggle with being ships-passing-in-the-night but we believe it is what's best for our kids... though we both agree that winning the lottery would be better. Abby's learned to ride on two wheels- Otis is riding a skateboard and even cursing when he hits something (dammit!) We've gone to Rocky Point to play in the water- which I enjoy when Jay is around because he, being the "fun one", has to get wet and chase the kids while I sit in the sun taking pictures. Abby has been in a "reading club" and we get to go pick up her medal for reading for 15 minutes for 50 days- she is very excited because it's a purple medal. I hope she got something from the reading- I know I did.
I like to think we are doing our best... but anyone knows that feeling of [your] best not being good enough.. and it sucks. It's the worst. I hate it and I wish it would go away.
Sorry to keep the 7 of you waiting simply so you can see- nothing much has changed with me. My children on the other hand, are growing up and changing so fast I can barely keep up. As exhausted as I am I don't want to miss a minute of it, but sometimes I just need a break. I still feel like I'm suffocating under piles of stuff and there are so many to-dos and all I want to do is catch up on much needed sleep- so I'm basically the same person I was on my last post... I just beat people with pillows now and adhere to a stricter budget.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Not-so-Point-Form.
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Friday, March 30, 2012
Seriously.
It's 9:10pm on a Friday night.. I'm not going to lie .. I've been in my jim jams since 3:10pm when we walked in the door from preschool... I kept my bra on until bath time though-- just in case. I am exhausted. I live in 850 sq ft- how can walking back and forth chasing small children be so tiring??! I was thinking today while I swept the kitchen floor for the 900th time- I don't know how stay at home Mommas do it. I'd go bananas. Maybe I'm being selfish- because I also realized that at the very most- I put both my kids to bed three times a week-- and I don't think I even do that.. twice maybe.. but rarely. Part of the reason for that is I work four nights a week- I work out at the gym one night... and one of the other two nights I try to do something that's social- and involves beer... Being at home with these two is no picnic. No way Jose. Though, in the last few days, these two goobers have said and done some stuff that has made me laugh out loud: Eating lunch with Abs and Odey Abby was doing her usual, "I'm Sleeping Beauty- me and my friend Franz (pointing at Otis) are going to my friend Tika's birthday party after this... so we have to hurry up and eat all our lunch so we're not late" M- Oh well that sounds really fun- I wonder if you'll play games at the party? A aka SB "No- I don't think so- my friend has a baby in her belly" M- Really? How old is she turning? SB "40... months" M- Wow! SB "see the baby will be in her belly- and when everyone is singing Happy Birthday the baby will hear it (holding her hand up to her ear cupping it) and then the baby will say, 'oh! it's time for me to come out now!' and sometimes Daddies and Mommies have to sleep at the hospital when the baby comes out- like when you got Odey taken out of your belly and I stayed with Granny" M- How does the baby get out of the Mommy's belly? SB "the doctor takes it out through the belly button" M- Well... that's actually not how it goes. SB "how does it go then??" M- Well... the Mommy has to push the baby out-- through her vagina. SB "Ohhhh well then okay, the baby will come swimming out of the Mommy's vagina and everyone will say "yaaaaaaaaaaay" and then keep singing Happy Birthday- and it will be my friend Tika's baby's birthday too!" M- Wow... sounds like quite the party! SB "I know Mommy- I'm sorry- me and Franz have to go- we don't want to miss anything" Ha. Seriously. Throughout this whole talk- Otis, or Franz if you will, nodded his head and said, "ya ya.. doooooood (good)" and mimicked everything his big sister did. That was one of many hilarious conversations I had with Abby. It is also important to note that she told me to cough into my arm because I was getting germs all over her and that I make grunting noises when I exercise and it's weird- but I now apparently have "nice muscles"- thanks for noticing babe- I'm working hard over here every morning nap. She also referred to me as "super artist Mommy" while we worked on some Easter presents- all because I could work the glitter glue. I am amazeballs. As Otis doesn't talk as much.. or at all really other than "big truck!" at everything bigger than our car- and "hiiiiiiii" to every single person that walks by- I have been privy to his amazing let's-get-er-done mannerisms. This child knows what he wants.. and until he gets it... does. not. stop. He will pitch a fit by screaming, stomping, kicking and throwing... and yes-- he's only just 18 months... if he gets any bigger Momma's going to have to start wearing a helmet. Otis is a bit sicky- by that I mean that he has constant rancid runny poop the colour of sand- tmi? You're lucky this blog doesn't have a scratch n sniff option. With is sickness he's been a complete Momma's boy.. which is nice when he wants to cuddle- not so nice when I'm trying to use the washroom or while I'm cooking dinner with him literally attached to my thigh. Today in a bit of a tizzy I sat on the kitchen floor and invited him into my lap- he does this thing when he 'backs up on it' and walks backward until he hits my lap- then he plops in.. he snuggled into me with his softy blankey and made his little whiney sound... I was crunching a celery- which of course he wanted... so he could take bites of it, go "pssshffffft" and spit it into his hand and feed it to me... you know what? I ate the whole celery pre-chewed... and I don't even care-- I got to sit down and the whining stopped...for a few minutes. So while I may not want to spend 24 hours a day in pure mayhem- I am so grateful for the time I do spend with them... because at the end of an exhausting day- when it's quiet- I find myself peeking in on them- and man, they're even more cute when they're asleep- and silent.
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Monday, March 26, 2012
PS
P.S. Young person I'm so sorry. Words cannot even describe how my heart breaks for you- and I can't tell you enough time that this is not your fault. If I could go back in time I would change it- but that wouldn't be right either- this is going to be a part of who you are... and at this time of crisis all I can do is sit and wait for you to choose your path and watch how you deal with this... and hope you're supported enough. I hope you're clarity and strength carries you- and at the same time I hope you understand that you don't always have to be strong... you have been a hero- now you can be a human. Thank you for asking for a hug- thank you for sharing your grief. Thank you for making me feel human.
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Dear Young Person,
Dear Young Person,
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Trying to Love Myself.
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Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Falling Down
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
The Counter.
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