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Quiet Saturday night

Day 25 of NaBloPoMo! Rambling brain dump to keep this blogging train going… Thanksgiving We survived endless feasts that come with visiting family and friends during Thanksgiving weekend. And the choppy sleep (let’s be honest; that’s a regular occurrence for us). Oh, and the horrendous traffic along I-35, which gets worse every year. But we made it back to Austin in one piece, ready to start a new week. My Peak Challenge (MPC) I managed to get both of my planned MPC workouts done, and I’m so glad I did! Neither workout took more than 60-75 minutes, which prior to this year would’ve been 60-75 minutes of grazing in the kitchen on sugary pastries while still wearing PJs. I still ate to my heart’s desire, but I didn’t feel nearly as disgusting as I normally do after social meals. I definitely felt all the binging with gurgly tummy though. My body does not tolerate mass amounts of carbs and fat like it used to. I even managed to talk my husband into doing my Friday …

When I was 22 & poor

It feels like a lifetime ago when I was 22 and living in California. No friends. No money. Crappy cell phone reception. Ample time to sit in the misery of quarter life crisis woes. It took me a few months to land my first full-time job in advertising. The economy was not great in 2003. Lots of people were laid off/unemployed in the Bay Area. Scared of running up credit card debt, I did as much cheap and free stuff to keep myself entertained between job hunting and pondering life. Thankfully, Homestar Runner was putting out weekly new toons. While I could watch those toons on repeat, I didn’t like feeling cooped up in the apartment for hours on end in front of my desktop computer. I needed to get out. One of my favorite “free” excursions was driving over to Emeryville, sitting at a Barnes & Noble, and reading magazines for hours. I’m sure the staff there didn’t like that I never bought any magazines, but it killed some time. Sometimes, I’d splurge and …

Lost in Transition

I am struggling so hard with this parenting thing right now. Bear Shark is fully in his 3’s, and other parents who have gone through the 3’s know that every day is a battle that tries to destroy our will to live. We went through some tough 3’s with the Big Kid. The range of emotions that happens within a 2-minute time span is extreme. The highest of highs and the lowest of lows. I remember there being so many tears (mine out of exhaustion and frustration, his out of… I dunno… his sandwich was cut wrong???). But I also remember how my husband took on a bigger role in parenting because I was tending to Bear Shark as a baby. He took the hard blows while I cuddled and nursed. I was able to hide from the 3’s. There’s no hiding now. And Bear Shark is a completely different person than his brother in personality, energy level and demeanor. He is brash and explosive, expressive and experimental, loud and so very physical. He’s a …

Moments of quiet

Life has felt very chaotic lately. Between juggling family’s schedules, my teaching schedule, my workout schedule, feeding my kids (they are always begging for food) and simultaneously avoiding news while getting sucked down a political rabbit hole, I have very few moments of quiet and solitude. If you saw my calendar, you’d feel overwhelmed with all the overlapping colors and little white space. Sometimes, I enjoy the chaos. I feel productive. Or at least busy. It makes the end of the day come faster, when I get to crash and the kids are in bed. I seem to always be reaching for more sleep. This week, I was feeling especially sore and tired. I overdid something that pulled at my hip flexors. My workout days were already off from when I needed gym space (vs. home space), so I gave myself room to embrace open pockets of time. Those open pockets would normally be filled immediately with a long list of errands and household chores, but I chose to let the laundry pile up and take …

Working mom dilemma: Nap time

Fell off the NaBloPoMo wagon. It’s Day 22, and reminiscent to Day 15, we’re still on this no-sleep train. Let’s talk about naps, shall we? The guilt of missing so many of my kids’ precious moments in their earlier years is a very real thing about being a working mom. I had many moments right after maternity leave, trying to process whether I was working to pay for daycare or if the cost of daycare was the only way to remain in the workforce. For many working moms, the cost of daycare nearly eclipses their take-home income, and it doesn’t make financial sense to stay in their jobs. When I transitioned out of my 9-to-5, we pulled Bear Shark out of full-time daycare to save money. He was also at a really great easy age, and being home with him felt like I was making up for all the lost time I didn’t get to have with the Big Kid. I treasure those early pre-walking/talking months. I was finally getting some one-on-one time with Bear Shark and really …

Thoughts on the safety pin

If you haven’t heard about why people are wearing safety pins out in public, let me point you here first. (By the way, if you have Amazon Prime, you can get a 6-month free trial of The Washington Post in digital form. After that, it’s $3.99 a month.) There’s been a lot of discussion about whether the safety pin is truly support for those under attack or merely a symbolic gesture. The question has been raised whether someone wearing a safety pin is really willing to stand up to attackers when push comes to shove. I think we all have in mind how we would like to respond in a scenario. In my head, I’m coming out swinging with insults and ready to lay down a good tongue lashing. In reality, I, like many others when faced with an IRL situation, would freeze for a moment as I realize that this is actually happening, then make my fastest escape. If you are a white majority ally, you may not know how you will react when you see someone …

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