Netflix, damn you! You are the bane of my vacation, the time sucker of my life! Ugh. I knew it was a bad idea to enter into this one month "free" trial. Grrr.
It all started when I scrolled through the "Shows you might like" part and watched the 1st episode to a show and then I was like, "sure, why not another" and before I knew it, I was hooked! The instant gratification of Netflix and 3 full seasons of a show with 23 episodes each at 45 minutes in length.. you do the math. This need to watch drove me crazy but I knew I just needed to push through and finish it. Then I realized, the show isn't even over. There's a 4th season on TV now, oh blessed be! Can I get no reprieve? Now I have to pretend to wait patiently for this show to play on live TV (of all things!!) instead of being able to click and watch instantly. It reminds me of Harry Potter and when I started reading that obsessively up to book 5, then I had to wait with the rest of the world for each subsequent book to be published. It's just rude, that's what that is.
The only positives coming from this craziness are the songs I'm hearing, I've found about 10 new artists that I don't think I would have found if I hadn't heard them in this show.
What show you are asking, it's borderline embarrassing really, it's what my mother would call juvenile and the acting is generally mediocre at best. It's a RomCom and I'm a bit of a sucker for a good love triangle... Hart of Dixie. There I'm out, I've come clean! Now you know, I'm obsessed with this show, it's kooky characters and knowing how it will all end.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
A new era
Maybe era is the wrong word but whatever, it gets my point across. I have taken a leap of faith, an unsure and mostly unsteady step into an unknown world this week. I have accepted a new job, a tenure track faculty job at the community college here in Grand Rapids. I start August 19th. I am excited, scared, nauseous, anxious and unsure. I am ready for something new, heck I've been talking about a new job for years now so it's really about time I got serious. I'm sad to leave my comfortable world that I've known for over a decade. I'm scared to know basically no one and start at zero, novice teacher. But I'm ready.
If you ever want to feel better about yourself, announce you are leaving. The kindness people have been showing me is humbling. Their words make me cry, realizing what I already know, people really like me! It's silly really, and makes the change that much harder.
I cannot thank my coworkers and family enough for everything they've offered me over the years. You've made me a better person, a better nurse and a better teacher. I will miss it all.
If you ever want to feel better about yourself, announce you are leaving. The kindness people have been showing me is humbling. Their words make me cry, realizing what I already know, people really like me! It's silly really, and makes the change that much harder.
I cannot thank my coworkers and family enough for everything they've offered me over the years. You've made me a better person, a better nurse and a better teacher. I will miss it all.
Friday, February 14, 2014
My dad
I look at Ceci and see my dad, a lot. She has the round face, the features that remind me of the man that used to be alive. Her hair even has a big of a red hue that I recall my dad having.
It's that time of year, the time that brings me down. Is it the weather? The perpetual grayness? Is it the knowledge that we lost Brian in January and Dad in March? Does that make my start of every year a little more grey and sad? Is it my crazy life? The wishes I have daily to be with my family more, instead I work because there are bills to pay and let's be honest, I would make a horrible stay at home mom. Is it my discontent in my career?
My dad.
I miss him. I wish he'd gotten to meet these little people in our lives. I wish I'd gotten to see him as a grandpa. I wish I could hear him laugh one more time. Wishes are wasted time though. Instead I share Grandpa Roger with them. It's simple and it's hard to remember it all, but it's all I can do to keep him alive to me.
I did some counting. Brian died in 1994. My dad in 1996. That is a long time ago. Where would we be? If they had lived? Who would we be? Do you ever think about what might have become of you if you chose another route? Had you gone to a different school, if you'd missed one train or one airplane? If someone didn't die or didn't leave your life? Do you ever think about that?
A lot of open ended thoughts here...
It's that time of year, the time that brings me down. Is it the weather? The perpetual grayness? Is it the knowledge that we lost Brian in January and Dad in March? Does that make my start of every year a little more grey and sad? Is it my crazy life? The wishes I have daily to be with my family more, instead I work because there are bills to pay and let's be honest, I would make a horrible stay at home mom. Is it my discontent in my career?
My dad.
I miss him. I wish he'd gotten to meet these little people in our lives. I wish I'd gotten to see him as a grandpa. I wish I could hear him laugh one more time. Wishes are wasted time though. Instead I share Grandpa Roger with them. It's simple and it's hard to remember it all, but it's all I can do to keep him alive to me.
I did some counting. Brian died in 1994. My dad in 1996. That is a long time ago. Where would we be? If they had lived? Who would we be? Do you ever think about what might have become of you if you chose another route? Had you gone to a different school, if you'd missed one train or one airplane? If someone didn't die or didn't leave your life? Do you ever think about that?
A lot of open ended thoughts here...
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Crying it out... Still
How many nights will I listen to my baby cry? It should be working better than this. We've been using the cry it out on Ceci since October and as I type this, at 2 am, I'm listening to her fussing and crying, sometimes screaming. Ugh. How long will it take? And it's not once a night, nope. This week, it's been about every 3-4 hours. I don't get it. I just want her to get it. Please. Listening to your child cry every night is so hard.
And she's done it, she's asleep again. That only took 30 minutes of crying, one dose of Tylenol and me getting up twice. See you in 3 hours to do it all again.
And she's done it, she's asleep again. That only took 30 minutes of crying, one dose of Tylenol and me getting up twice. See you in 3 hours to do it all again.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Long nights
Since I've already posted on Tired, I feel like another would e overkill but that's my life right now. Our sweet Cecilia is a sucky sleeper. This I've always known but we get glimpses of relief to be followed by hellish nights that leave me close to tears or waking with a kinked neck from sleeping in the rocker.
There seems to be no end in sight and the solution I fear is a total hell of crying it out, alone. Which we did for Patrick and he did fine. Ceci has been a much more challenging child in that aspect. My fear with a total cry it out is the inconsolable big tears, the red face and the sweaty mess that takes the place of my baby. And to let her cry it out every hour and a half? That will be the hardest. Because that's how often she is up sometimes, longest she's given me is 4 hours and that's only 1 chunk of the night not consecutively in a night. I'm tired. I'm hormonal, exacerbated by lack of sleep, I'm sad for my girl and I'm tired. (Did I say that already?)
I hate to complain, and try to limit it as it's met with so much advice... But I'm getting desperate. We're trying probiotic drops daily now because it was "night and day" difference for a coworkers kid. I'm ticking down the list of what works for others praying it works for us. I'm getting desperate, reading online blogs and considering paying someone to give us a customized sleep plan. Do we need that? I sleep trained one baby... Why not this one too?
I know we'll all be even better people at the end of this tunnel, but I don't see any light on... Not even a glimpse of one. I mean, I'll settle for 4-6 hour blocks of sleep, we don't have to get crazy and get 12 hours... Just a little REM sleep will do this momma some good.
Say a prayer for better sleep for both Ceci and I... And if you don't pray then ill accept positive vibs and anything else you can throw at me.
There seems to be no end in sight and the solution I fear is a total hell of crying it out, alone. Which we did for Patrick and he did fine. Ceci has been a much more challenging child in that aspect. My fear with a total cry it out is the inconsolable big tears, the red face and the sweaty mess that takes the place of my baby. And to let her cry it out every hour and a half? That will be the hardest. Because that's how often she is up sometimes, longest she's given me is 4 hours and that's only 1 chunk of the night not consecutively in a night. I'm tired. I'm hormonal, exacerbated by lack of sleep, I'm sad for my girl and I'm tired. (Did I say that already?)
I hate to complain, and try to limit it as it's met with so much advice... But I'm getting desperate. We're trying probiotic drops daily now because it was "night and day" difference for a coworkers kid. I'm ticking down the list of what works for others praying it works for us. I'm getting desperate, reading online blogs and considering paying someone to give us a customized sleep plan. Do we need that? I sleep trained one baby... Why not this one too?
I know we'll all be even better people at the end of this tunnel, but I don't see any light on... Not even a glimpse of one. I mean, I'll settle for 4-6 hour blocks of sleep, we don't have to get crazy and get 12 hours... Just a little REM sleep will do this momma some good.
Say a prayer for better sleep for both Ceci and I... And if you don't pray then ill accept positive vibs and anything else you can throw at me.
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