I wish I had a video camera running at all times around my children. I wish that I could capture those little moments that make parenthood so very joyful and rewarding.
Like: The intent way all three of my children consumed blueberries out of their little bowls the other night. They stood in a row, heads down, popping those sweet berries in their mouths like someone was going to steal them. It was serious business.
Like: Michael doing just about anything: carrying around a soccer ball, reaching up for my hand, giving Kate a hug (he gives Kate lots of hugs), giving Daddy a kiss (complete with “mwah” sound), saying “up”, saying “down”, saying, “mommy” (he says mommy!), calling Kate’s name (“KAAAAY! Kayyy?”).
Like: Recording all of Flora’s questions and all of Kate’s answers and the inflection of Michael’s babble. The way Flora or Kate will turn a phrase, turn it into something sweet and goofy as they learn the idioms of our language.
And every picture. Every one.

My little KINDERGARTNER! With the teacher who loved and understood her so much.

Asleep in the laundry basket. I don’t even.
It’s so fleeting, so precious. I hang onto every second I can.
Here are a few strategies I am trying to adopt (or re-adopt) to get back on top of my stress and prevent further depression.
1. Reading time. I need 20 to 30 minutes at the end of each day to unwind with a book. Right now, I am re-reading George R.R. Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire saga (you may know it as “Games of Thrones”). It’s very comforting.
2. Sleep. I am trying very hard to go to bed at 10 p.m., no later. It’s difficult to “be done” by then, but I am trying to honor it, Sunday through Thursday. On the weekends, all bets are off, although I tend to let myself sleep later (ha ha, 7 a.m. is later!) and, heck, if I can I grab a short nap. (That doesn’t happen often, but it’s something I’m often on the lookout for.)
3. Going to church. I have a confession: Some Sundays, I don’t get my butt to church. But I’m discovering that going to church for me is like a reset button: I get to unload my concerns and prayers, and start the week a little lighter. So I’m re-prioritizing it to Number One thing to do on Sunday.
Other things on the table: therapy — as space to help me see my way ahead, to plan; an in-home nanny for the summer, as a way to make mornings easier, and change up my after-work time, make it more about being with the children than lots of pickup/driving time; the continual search for a different career path; time with friends, even if it’s just one friend for a couple hours during the week; and (possibly) getting back into the poetry writing scene. That last one is probably the most challenging.
My parents pretty much saved my sanity this past weekend, and I would like to publicly thank them for their assistance. I certainly hope that they enjoyed their time and their grandchildren (I am aware that I was probably not the best company), but the services they rendered simply cannot be overlooked.
Parenthood is filled with many joys, love, wonders, and warm fuzzies.
It is also filled with lots of driving, and occasionally the need for colocation (shout-out to @gwenix for that term).
In the normal course of things, I am fine with this. But this weekend came uncomfortably close to testing my limits.
Kate graduated from preschool on Friday, and Flora had a gymnastic show on Saturday. Flora also had rehearsal for her gymnastic show on Friday (5 to 7 p.m.!), and a birthday party on Saturday. I was also planning to take the girls to the musical at Flora’s grade school Sunday afternoon.
Friday, I was scheduled to leave work at 4 p.m. (I had started the day extra early), but I ended up leaving at 3:45 because I had forgotten that Flora actually needed a meal in between her pick up from school and rehearsal. I had planned ahead and gotten her clothes together so she could change after school, but I hadn’t thought about food.
Like me, my children, when hungry, are an angry force to be reckoned with.
So I drove through a McDonalds, requesting a kids’ meal with a cheeseburger — minus the burger. They got it backwards, and instead of giving me a bun with cheese, they gave me a patty with cheese and no bun. #fastfoodFAIL
And then, when I got to the school it turned out that I had packed Flora’s sneakers, but had forgotten to actually put her clothes in her backpack. #momFAIL
She did, however, thank me for the french fries and apple fries as we were driving. She checked out the burger situation, thinking maybe she would eat the cheese, but ultimately decided against that.
Right around this time I tweeted, “I need a fucking wrinkle in time. #tesseract”. Flora was supposed to be at her rehearsal at 4:45 p.m. Fortunately, my parents were already scheduled to pick up Kate and Michael, plus take out dinner that I had already ordered. When I unexpectedly pulled up in a big ole hurry at 4:35, they were already at the house.
My dad, unassumingly, decided he would take Flora to her rehearsal and pick up dinner and bring it home and we’d eat and then he would pick her up from rehearsal and take her to Kate’s graduation.
And that’s pretty much what happened. (I should’ve given him more exact directions; his GPS took him the long way — of course.) But at least I was free to concentrate of the star of the evening, Kate. (Who, at graduation, introduced herself using every name she has: Kate Kathryn Castle Mangine.)
My parents also took Kate on Saturday afternoon, running her around Point State Park with her cousins, while M napped and Dan drove Flora to her birthday party (he also picked her up and shopped for some dinner items). All-in-all, I had tons of backup this weekend, including my ILs, Dan, and my parents, and my children were properly feted, and we even got some shopping done (after seeing Suessical Jr. at Flora’s school on Sunday — day of rest, my butt).
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Side notes: Dan and I talked a lot about last Friday’s post, and some conclusions we need to draw from it. I know whatever happens, I have that man in my corner, and that means the world to me.
Also, speaking of my butt, between sitting in a padded pew for Kate’s graduation, perching on bleachers for Flora’s gymnastic show, and sitting in hard folding chairs at the play Sunday, my back, bum, and upper legs are very unhappy with me. May have to move up that next chiropractic appointment!
Finally, at the start of Flora’s gymnastic show, they had a vaulting routine involving about 30 girls, ranging in age from (I’m guessing) 10 to 18. It was AMAZING, watching those bodies fly through the air (no exaggeration). And, um, I cried quite a lot. I’m still trying to put my finger on why.
So, how was *your* weekend? Who steps up for you the most when you need it?
I’ve been trying to figure out if my stress levels have passed an acceptable level.
There are some unfortunate signs they have.
In case you are unaware, here are the top ten stress-creating situations:
1. Divorce/Breakup.
2. Bereavement.
3. Losing a job.
4. Wedding planning.
5. Work.
6. Kids/Family.
7. Debt.
8. Commuting.
9. Studying for exams.
10. Pregnancy.
I’m trying to find a source for order of most to least stressful, and how that’s determined. For example, with kids/family, I imagine that being the parent of a special needs child trumps my family/kids-related stress. If you’re not getting divorced, bereaved, unemployed, or married, does work automatically jump to number 1?
Not that it’s a competition, but you know what I mean. I hope. I haven’t been sleeping well. I’m not even sure I know what I mean.
On this list, I “suffer” from — if you will — numbers 5 through 8. Again, I find myself wondering how the scale differs from person to person, from occupation to occupation. Is work stressful regardless? I mean, if I’m not free to lay about all day long on a nice sandy beach being brought cocktails by Sven the cabana boy, then am I by default stressed? (Is Sven, the transplant from Sweden to Hawaii stressed in his role as cabana boy for that matter? Is it legal to be stressed out in Hawaii?)
Mmmm, cocktails. Beach. Cabana boy. Hawaii.
*closes eyes for long moment*
*blink blink*
Where was I?
RIGHT: STRESSED OUT.
A certain amount of stress is beneficial, I get that. It’s the extended-type of stress that starts tipping the scales. That’s what I’m trying to suss out: where and when do the scales tip? How do I stop them from tipping? Or, if they have tipped, how do I get them to balance a little better?
Here are some physical things that make me think I’m over-stressed: canker sores (I’ve had four in the past eight months); tension headaches; back aches (I’ve been seeing a chiropractor, which is helping); exhaustion; insomnia (it is not fair to not be able to sleep when I am so tired).
I’ve also been having some emotional struggles. I am tending toward depression (rather than anxiety, which is my usual MO), I lose my temper WAY too easily, and I feel like bursting into tears much of the time too. And, no, I’m pretty sure given the consistency of these feelings that I can’t put them down to hormones.
And mental lapses. Pure forgetfulness, dropping the ball, utter disorganization. I have to put reminders on my phone (or my work computer) for nearly everything.
I’m sure I’m a pleasure to live with right now.
Of course, I have some ideas of how to reduce my stress, but nothing immediately available. Plus I wonder if changing one thing simply mean another thing will become more stressful? My usual coping stratagems are being overwhelmed, primarily because my schedule (between work, house, and children) simply leaves me no breathing room.
*sigh* I’m just Susie Sunshine around here lately aren’t I?
What do you do when you’re overwhelmed — not just stressed, but over-stressed?

What’s left for the month of May:
Grocery: $200.12
Costco: $161.93
Beer/Wine: $25.69
Eating out: $20.76
Farmers Markets: $55.00
This week’s menu:
Um, I don’t know. The weekend I have coming up is absolutely overwhelming. I know that we are eating out Friday night, Saturday afternoon, and possibly sometime on Sunday as well. It’s going in the entertainment budget, though, as my parents will be in town, and we’ve some celebrations going on. Which is good, because $20 doesn’t cover my family at Burger King, let alone my family + six (or so) others at an actual restaurant!
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Let’s see how everyone else did!
* Emily Levenson
* Dairy-Free Cooking
* Test Kitchen Tuesday
* Fit Flexitarian
* Warm As Pie
* Katy Rank Lev
* My Inner Healthy
* Little Blue Hen
* xox, b
* Project Food Budget 2.0
* Two Eggs Over Easy
* That’s Just Me
* Eat Whole Be Vital
* Four Happy Violets
* Pgh Dad
* yogabeautylife
* What da Health?
* Charmingly Modern
* naMAMAste
* Twice the Twinsanity
* Brandon and on…
* French Press
* Veggie Meal Maker
I hope that today, whatever kind of mother you are, you take some time to pay homage to it.
Happy Mother’s Day to the stay-at-home moms, the bottle feeding moms, the work-outside-the-home moms, the breastfeeding moms, the crib bedding moms, the co-sleeping moms, the baby wearing moms, the stroller derby moms.
Happy Mother’s Day to gay moms, married moms, stepmoms, birth moms, adoptive moms, single moms, moms of special needs babies, and baby mamas.
Happy Mother’s Day to baby lost moms, to every mom who didn’t even get to meet her baby, to moms who have lost children at any age.
Happy Mother’s Day to moms who have yet to meet their babies, to pregnant moms, to moms who are trying to get pregnant (good luck! Have fun!) and to all the to-be moms out there, whether they are 4 or 40.
If you can, go hug your mom. If you can’t, I hope she is in your heart in a special way today.
If you can, go hug your mother-in-law, your aunts, your kids’ aunts, your nieces’ and nephews’ moms, godmothers, and any grandmother you can get your hands on.
If you’re a mom and you can, go hug your kids.
If nothing else, call a mom today and tell her she’s doing a good job.
Happy Mother’s Day to *all* my peeps. Do something for you today. You deserve it.




