Too Lazy To Crow For Day
Keepin' everything in the barnyard upset in every way.
Friday, January 4, 2013
January 3rd - Aloneness
Yeah, this resolution thing is going to take a lot more resolve, haha.
Anyway, yesterday, the third day of the new year, was spent all by myself, since the small fry was in school for the day, which gave me ample opportunity to do whatever I needed to do. I always say that I'm going to be productive and do things like laundry, cleaning, or errands while she's gone, but in reality, I prefer to spend my time doing highly unproductive things like watching movies, or eating candy, since no one will come along and interrupt my movie or take my candy.
Which brings me to my appreciation for the day: Alone time, and the sense of being alone.
Back before she came along, and before I was living in a house full of people and animals who always needed me to do something for them, I didn't truly appreciate time alone to do absolutely nothing productive. I used to find time to do things alone, like running, but that was something I would have filed under productive. Fluffy things like eating ice cream, watching movies, or just lazing around, I would find other people with whom to share that time, and I would sometimes feel badly for not being that productive.
Since I've become a parent, though, and one that is getting through nursing school at that, I've really come to appreciate taking time for myself that has absolutely no practical purpose. Things like eating ice cream all alone in the Laz-E-Boy, or reading a book in the coffee shop with a $2.50 apple cider ($2.50 that could really have been saved for something considered far more practical, are things that are necessary to get a break and take some mental refreshment. They keep me sane, and make me feel a bit pampered.
So yesterday, I sat around and watched movies for a few hours, then read "The Vacancy", by J.K. Rowling, which I'm hoping to finish before school starts and I get bogged down in school reading. I did absolutely nothing practical or productive, and it was glorious.
January 2nd - Sisters
Yesterday was the first day to challenge my resolution to find something positive in my day. Lilya had a day where she decided not to nap (which is always a ton of fun), the internet went down for some random reason (and fixed itself even more randomly about an hour after I called the cable company to tell them to send someone out), and I had some stress over money and bills, the latter of which are never-ending, and the former of which I find I never have enough.
Just a generally anxious and not productive day, really. I actually had to leave for about two hours to sit at the coffee shop alone, where I did manage to finish my holiday cards and read for a bit, which helped to re-collect my thoughts a bit.
Which, while positive, isn't my most positive aspect, actually. While driving home and crying (sometimes, the stress associated with the prospect of the next year and a half of being a single mom alone going through nursing school just gets to me, I'll admit it), I really struggled to come up with a positive part of the day, and had to ask myself several times. What came to mind from underneath all the muck tears was my conversation with Deisa that I had on Skype in the afternoon.
Not that the conversation was all that special. We didn't talk about too many things that were deep. Actually, she mostly told me about her escapades with New Year's Eve and Seattle partying, which are things that, as a mom, I can no longer relate to but enjoy hearing, if only to live vicariously through those experiences for a little bit. I also appreciate that we've managed to grow very close since we've moved out of our mother's house years ago, much closer than I ever would have thought. I don't know how that happened, but it somehow did, and there's something special about having another person in the world with whom you can commiserate over experiences during the growing-up process, especially in a family as dysfunctional as ours.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
New Year, New Beginnings
I do love new years.
2012 was quite a busy year, and quite a good one. Made it into nursing school (and survived the first semester), was inducted into the honor society for academic excellence, met a whole lot of new, wonderful people, and watched Lilya gain a lot in vocabulary, personality, and independence. I spent a lot of time being rather busy, and had to learn how to put aside time for myself, and pursue endeavors that were only for me.
Still, I didn't find a lot of time for the things that I really used to enjoy doing. The main thing I found myself missing was writing. I didn't spend anywhere near as much time as I would have liked doing that, and the main reason was that I just didn't make it a priority.
So, this year, taking my lessons learned from the past year, I've decided that for my resolution, I'm going to write a blog every day, of at least one good thing that happened that day. Even if it's a short paragraph describing just one thing, I'm going to make it a priority to write about all the good things that happened in the year, because too often, I find myself focusing on the negative aspects, since those take a lot more energy and input than positive things.
That and I like the thought of being able to look back on 2013 at the beginning of 2014, when I'm getting ready to graduate, and having the ability to look through and appreciate all the good things in my life. I don't really do that often enough, so why not?
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So, to begin the year, I'll start with a good thing about today.
Although the new year started off at midnight a bit less stellar than I would have liked (Lilya woke up around midnight because she had vomited all over her own sheets, and then again all over my sheets when I brought her to sleep with me), I got the chance to snuggle with her for a long time while she tried to fall asleep. Just her on my chest, with me sitting upright to help her belly settle while she burrowed into my body.
It's still amazing to me when she does that, and I can't help but compare her now to when I first brought her home and she wanted to sleep on me, no matter how hard I tried to get her into her own bed for more than an hour. Her entire body fit like a little frog on my chest, barely hitting my belly button at a good stretch. At eight pounds, she seemed feather-light, and there were nights I'd wake up with a start thinking she'd fallen off and I hadn't noticed.
Now, her legs go all the way down to my knees, and stretched out, she can cover the entire top of my chest and belly. At twenty-five pounds, she can actually take the breath right out of me, when she's relaxed enough. Last night, as she slept peacefully, I wondered when that little feather had turned into such a tangle of legs and arms that turned like a helicopter to get more comfortable. I don't remember exactly how that happened, but it definitely did, and I know it won't last forever.
So despite her belly being less than happy, I got one more night where I could enjoy her head on my chest, and bury my nose in head, taking in her no-longer-baby smell while she will still let me.
Only getting five hours of sleep was definitely worth that.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Off-color "compliments" and and some instant gratification
So I got my first wolf-whistle in several years while running today. Haven’t had that happen since my days living around UNR, when I used to run around the dorms and rental neighborhoods during the party times at night. Men with beer whistle at anything that moves (heck, occasionally they'll attempt to chase it down, despite wearing flip-flops and sloshing a half-finished can of beer), so it was really more awkward than anything, but it could generally be considered an compliment, in a roundabout fashion.
Anyway, it’s amusing to me that I received this lone wolf-whistle today, because while I’m always vaguely flattered when men do that (even drunk ones that can't tell their shoe from a toilet), I don’t know why it always seems to happen on the days when I’m slogging through my long run of ten miles, and I know I look like absolute crap. My hair is everywhere in full-frizz flyaway mode, I’m (literally) pouring buckets of sweat, and my entire face is redder than Ronald McDonald’s nose. I'm usually also making odd, random faces while I sing along to whatever song is on my iPod (lately it's been a lot of rap, so you can also add goofy hand gestures to that mental image), and my glasses are constantly having to be pushed back up my sweaty nose.
I'm not exaggerating here when I say there is nothing deserving of a wolf-whistle about that slovenly, red-faced, arm-waving, face-contorting, stinky, sweaty mess, because really, on a scale of sexiness, at that moment I would probably be lucky to barely edge out a horse that had just rolled in it’s own manure.
Which, for the record, I have no problem with, since my goal during my runs is to end up looking like I actually worked for that finish. I'm totally okay looking like crap, because it means I did my job. I just get really confused as to why thats wolf-whistle-worthy.
Oh, well, I’ll still take it as an off-color compliment. Made the last part of my ten miles more sexy-feeling, anyway, and, I'll admit it, gave me a small instant gratification boost with regard to my butt, because the guy actually rubber-necked to look back at it while he was driving.
Only thing that was more gratifying was running by him a bit later, pulled over for speeding. It's probably breaking karma laws in admitting that I found that more gratifying, but I try not to question things too much; just run right past 'em and wave as they fly by.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Some Perspective
It doesn't involve bon-bons.
You think "Well, that's not that bad. I can still get my work done, he'll just watch me, and figure out what to do."
You just want to eat your half of the bagel in peace, so you tell him "No, you have your own. It's exactly like mine. But this is mine."
He screams at you and flails his arms, throwing pieces of the bagel all around the break-room, which hit you in the face and get all over the walls, not to mention his shirt.
Your boss looks at you with confusion, and says "You didn't even have to leave the office today. How come you haven't gotten anything done? You really should be on top of everything, you didn't have that much extra added on. I think I'm going to have you take that intern home with you tonight, so you can really focus on getting that work done."