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Some days, I think I would prefer a kick in the teeth…

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You know those days. They string along and things are just, well, “wonky”. When it’s just been one thing after another and you can’t figure out quite what is going on.  I for one, blame it on Mars being in retrograde. Well, I try to at least.

Last Thursday was a good day. I found a great doctor to treat my PCOS, had a fantastic lunch with friends and was happy as all get out.  However, later that night when I thought I was going to lose a lung puking changed my attitude. Let me just say this, FOOD POISONING SUCKS!
Ok. Back to my irregularly scheduled blogging.  The only temporary benefit of said illness was the 10lb weight loss from Thursday morning to Saturday morning was a boon, if only for a few days.
My husband did what all husbands do while you are in bed sick. Nothing. Well, not nothing, he did watch over Peanut. However, at 9 years old, Peanut is pretty darn self sufficient with most things.  Last night, let’s just say, I let it spill out due to my exhaustion from trying to clean the house “my way”. He was thrilled. o_0.
Peanut had a massive meltdown today. It has been fantastic. He wants to be a bond trader when he grows up. I am all for it. Come to think of it, he also wants to be a doctor, actor and rule the world. I think we have you covered depending on what you need for the most part. I digress. My little fella is in the gifted program at school and they do work that isn’t normally brought home as “homework”. Imagine my surprise when I get the separate report card we receive from AIG telling me he had extra sheets he was supposed to do and didn’t do them!
Did I mention he is organizationally challenged?
He asked what he was going to lose immediately when I asked him about it. I hadn’t even thought that far, then the torrential stream of tears started.  Various liquids poured out of every orifice it seemed like. Hey, when you are as grossed out by snot as I am, it seems like it’s coming everywhere.
That’s what I get for asking “So, what happened Peanut?”. Woof.
Peanut is so high strung. He gets it honest. I was the same way when I was his age. My husband? If he tries to tell you any differently, I will hold him down while you give him a noogie. We have mellowed considerably in our old age.  Maybe. I dunno. It gets to me to see him so hard on himself. He is his own worst enemy and his perfectionistic streak runs deep. So, today to be a better parent, I am going to be watching my own reactions to things. How critical I am of myself. While it’s good to constructively criticize, it’s not good to destructively criticize and influence others.
Thanks Peanut. You teach me new lessons everyday so that I can guide you through the emotional years that are ahead of you my love.

Blogcrastination is my middle name

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I learn something new everyday.  Not only is it a habit, it’s more of a necessity. Hello, I am an information junkie. While it’s not a bad thing, it can keep me from other things that need doing.

Such as running my blog. I get into information overload and while I have a million ideas I tweet, I might not necessarily blog them. Which is what I should be doing.

Today, I ran across the term “blogcrastination” over at CopyBlogger.  The post is “5 Warning Signs You Might be a Blogcrastinator”. Well, let’s just say that this little piece has hit home.  Let’s break it down.

1. “You keep postponing“:  Yep. I get a great idea. Jot it down and say “In a little while, but right now I have things to do, like handwash delicates”. You get the picture.

2. “You push so hard it hurts”: Been there, done that. People have no idea how many draft posts I kept working and working on until they became essentially irrelevant. Um…major suckage.

3.“You’re easily distracted”:  If you have ever watched the movie “Over the Hedge” and are easily distracted, you might relate to the character Hammy the Squirrel. I know I do.

4. “You’re constantly generating ideas for new posts”:  I would post a photo of my stack of idea notebooks, but am afraid I would distract you.

5. “You’re a chatter, not a writer”: Aacck! Can’t I be both. Sadly, I can’t. I am sitting here right now with my Seesmic Desktop Application turned off and my mobile phone silenced.  It’s a must-do that I’ve had pounded into my head by my dear friend, journalist Rhi Bowman, over at The Word Trade.  The little bubble that floats above my head with cartoon like handwriting has her smiling down at me beatifically in glorious radiance that I am actually listening to what she says, and not just hearing.

All this being said, I have printed this ditty over at CopyBlogger and am hanging it up here at my desk so that it is always a reminder to work on my craft and be proactive.

A simple gesture…

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Spring break has been in full swing around here, along with copious quantities of pollen.  I have been trying to let Peanut enjoy his days off to the fullest knowing that with the end of his break comes crunch time before end-of-grade testing (EOG’s).

However, we were cleaning up his room and I ran across his iPod shuffle. My little geek has moved up to the iPod touch courtesy of Santa Claus, but still held on to his little blue 1gb toy that he bought himself with the allowance money he had saved.  It was nice for him to reminisce over, in his words, “obsolete” technology. Have I ever mentioned that he is a 60 year old man trapped in the body of a 9 year old?

What did he do with his little shuffle? Instead of keeping his first little geeky purchase, he decided to give it to a family friend. She is just realizing her electronics curiosity, however due to a very serious year long illness has not worked and money is tight. My husband and I had discussed purchasing her an iPod, but he said “Mom, let’s give this to KT. She could use it and it would make her happy to have it while exercising”.

Go ahead, let you heart melt just a little more.  The only thing I could think was “what a freaking precious kid I have” and “holy shit, I have done a good job as a parent”. It was a moment all parents wish to have. Eye-opening, awe-inspiring and soul fulfilling.  My little man showed me depth, compassion and giving that is beyond his years and will help shape him, as well as me, for years to come. He reminded me that it’s the little things that count and that while many would keep their “stuff”, he freely gave his.

How did KT react? Same way I did, with tears. It’s been a long trying year for her and it made her week. While she isn’t a mother, she has plans to be and gave me the highest compliment I have ever had. “I hope one day my kids can be as giving as Peanut”.

For Peanut? He was cool and collected. He didn’t want thanks, only to see joy.

Just as it should be.

Simple Productivity | Zen Habits

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the lost art of solitude


Find solitude, and breathe.

“I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.” ~Henry David Thoreau

Post written by Leo Babauta. Follow me on twitter or identica.

You don’t need to be a monk to find solitude, nor do you need to be a hermit to enjoy it.
Solitude is a lost art in these days of ultra-connectedness, and while I don’t bemoan the beauty of this global community, I do think there’s a need to step back from it on a regular basis.
Some of my favorite activities include sitting in front of the ocean, still, contemplating … walking, alone with my thoughts … disconnecting and just writing … finding quiet with a good novel … taking a solitary bath.
Don’t get me wrong: I love being with loved ones, and walking with a friend or watching the sunset with my wife or reading a book with my child are also among my absolute favorite things in the world.
But solitude, in these days as much as ever, is an absolute necessity.
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