Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Trying to be a morning person

I woke up before the girls - voluntarily - this morning, for the first time since McKenna was born. (I did do it with Ariana a couple times. Barely.) Well not totally voluntarily. Weeeeee got a dog. We found a different rescue and a puppy we are fostering to adopt - basically taking care if her for a while to see if she's a good fit for us, but we take her to events and stuff in the meantime. So Chris takes her to pee first thing before work but that's all he has time for, so she was back in her kennel and whining a ton! It was 6:15 and I hardly knew what I was doing before we were outside on a quick walk. I was motivated too because yesterday (her first morning with us) I tried taking her out with the girls and it was a disaster all around. So I vaguely wanted to see what would happen if I went out with her real quick before they were up. Don't worry my apartment is completely visible to me the whole time. And locked. :)

And it was so refreshing to be outside. Humid as heck but not suuuuuper hot yet so it was a good time to be out. Luckily she was done after about 10 minutes so we came back inside. And since I was already up and somewhat awake, since we left the house, I read scriptures, prayed, etc.

And. Well. People rave about how great mornings are and I've just never felt it. That's the nighttime for me. Magical. So today, mostly I just didn't feel like I was behind all day. I had a break early afternoon, and my first thought was to read scriptures, because I've been trying to do that before I do other "relaxing" things. (Facebook, TV, crafts, etc.) And when I remembered I had already read them it was such a relief! I enjoy it, I really do, but it can still feel like a chore. But in the morning I was able to devote time to it without worrying about taking time away from relaxing that doesn't feel like a chore. Which I know is silly. But there you have it. 

So anyway. The rest of the day flew by. Some things went wrong and others went splendidly. I did feel like I was very slightly more patient or relaxed or something because I didn't have the guilt of feeling behind all day, especially with the Lord. But it's not like there was some huge revelation about why mornings are cool and nights drool. I think I will have to be a morning person eventually (thanks, motherhood) but obviously I put it off. It hasn't been a big enough deal for me to change yet soooooo we'll see if this sticks. If I have something to keep me busy, like a whiny, energetic puppy, I think I can do it. I just hate mornings and love sleeping in.

And sidenote - what did the pioneers do to unwind? Before ample chocolate and Friends? I can't even imagine it.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014


Please tell me I'm not the only mom who's hidden in the closet.

Yesterday was a day that called for no fewer than 3 bowls of ice cream. It was a day where I had to warn Chris before he got home of everyone's mood. Then, when he did get home and asked what he could do, I said, "Take care of everything!!!" I handed over the baby and left to be alone for JUST A GOSH DANG MINUTE. (Which turned in to 30, but we don't count in these situations. Take all the time you need, sister.)

But where to retreat within the house? I was going to relax on the couch, but still would have heard McKenna's screams that have become her whole voice, and I knew if Ariana could see me at all, I'd hear the constant refrain of "mommymommymommymommymommymommy." So where was the most secluded place I could think of?

Ariana's closet. Currently being used for storage. 

But no one would ask me for anything!

In fact, when Chris found me in there a few minutes later (no! Go away!!!), he was puzzled but didn't ask much, and soon he even brought me dinner. I looked at old, packed away scrapbooks and escaped my current life for 30 minutes. 

Which life is really great. Normally, I love helping Ariana understand more about this great big world we live in. And while I could always do with less screams from McKenna - at least they are happy screams! I am so lucky to be their mother. And so so blessed to have a husband who can take care of it all when I can't. Because some days are throw-yourself-from-a-cliff kind of days. This whole week has been, actually. 

What do you do to chill or deal with hard days? I'm actually asking. I feel lost in this. And I'm talking about the days where your neck might snap if you hear one more _________ (whatever your pet peeves are).

Sunday, July 6, 2014


Tonight was a night where I just broke all the rules. Chris has been horribly sick all day so I made an emergency trip to Walmart, generally a huge no-no for Sundays. But you should have seen him, my poor sickly husband. It's been awful. I tried to get only the necessary things for his sickness, but I may have thrown some diapers in there. I know. I'm a rebel. AND I took Ariana with me, even though she was already in bed and it would delay her sleep even further. I'm a total sleep nazi, too which I guess means that even nazis can change, so there is hope for anyone. Sometimes you just need a break though, you know? But Ariana was wide awake anyway, it'd be one less kid for Chris to listen for when he's feeling so horrible. I did feel bad at the store, but diapers were $40 a pop which I think was my punishment. I bet they're cheaper on the other days of the week. It makes me seriously consider cloth diapering, except then I remember I would have to deal with poop EVEN MORE than normal mommy-ness allows, so that flew through the window. Some things are worth paying for.

Oh. I also went to bed without my nightly walk-around pickup of the house. But I did clean the George Foreman grill, because nobody wants to wake up to old hamburger fat. Gross!

Flash flooding?

The other day, I learned for real what a "flash flood" was. And I don't even know if it was fast enough to be considered that, because it didn't totally flood, but the water got real high, real fast.

I went to mail a package - to return a shirt I bought online, and isn't online shopping the MOST annoying when you can't try something on? I did it out of desperation and of course I didn't like what I got. Well, I did like 2/3 things so that's a win but still. I wish sites could be more descriptive OR have clothes for girls with curves. Anyway, I leave the postal shop around 4:30 and the guy and I were chatting about how it might rain, and sure enough, on my way out the door I felt a few droplets. and Yay! Because it's been storming here every day for like 2 weeks and I just love thunderstorms.

Well, my next appointment is to the physical therapist because my neck is shaped like an "s" instead of a backwards "c," so twice a week I do exercises for an hour to get my spine corrected. It was lightning and thundering like I haven't heard in years!! It was so cool! It may as well have been right above us for how loud and intense things were.

Then, after this has been going on for about half an hour, one of the therapists walks by and says, "the street outside is flooded." Uuuuhhhhhhhh WHAT? I jumped up from the massage table I was on to look at the window and sure enough, the water outside was at least 6 inches high! Which is a lot for having started less than an hour ago!! 

So I ask them for step-by-step instructions on how to drive in this mess because I've driven in a lot of bad weather before but never (hell or) high water. Mostly I was worried about the dip when you get out of the parking lot. They told me certain streets to drive on to get home. I know it's silly, but I live a mile away from this place and I was honestly worried about getting home. Do you see how much water is out there? It wasn't showing signs of letting up, either. And the roads here are terrible.

Well, I figured I better man up and get the heck moving because I mostly just stood on the top of the steps but that wasn't going to get me anywhere. So I drove and prayed and prayed and didn't stop and hoped the ditches I was driving through weren't secretly vortexes of terror because the whole thing was kind of a nightmare. I wonder if that's why everyone goes to Utah and drives so terribly because nobody can fathom driving in some snow they've never seen. (They get a lout of warm-blooded people up there.)

The scariest part was when I was about to turn on a street but saw everyone flipping their u-ies (you probably thought I was going to say birds huh?) and so I pulled over and saw this giant puddle where a car got stuck, and some of the bigger cars drove by and the stuck car was actually bouncing up and down in the water!


Well the main street was better if you stay in the inner lanes but, sure enough, the road to my apartment complex was blocked because someone got stuck in the water. So I just drove on just past my complex, pulled into a restaurant across the street and walked home. Don't worry, the rain was almost stopped by now. I could have gone around the neighborhood but who knew how many cars were stuck along the way?

So all in all, I'm safe and now know that holy crap the rain here can rise fast! And when I went to WalMart 2 hours later, like I was supposed to right after my therapy, the streets were dry except the puddles of water in the deeper ditches. What the heck??