Validation

Remember my psychiatrist? One of the smartest women I have ever met? She once pointed out something about me that she found interesting: I say, "...so I don't/ didn't/ wouldn't look like a crazy person..." ALOT. She (jokingly) asked me why that is one of by biggest fears. Why do I worry what people think about the choices I make and how does that effect the things I do and the way I behave? I think it boils down to the fact that I have very strong feelings about certain things - but at the same time, I look around at other people and see how they are living and doing fine and I wonder if I am crazy for feeling the way I do. Am I wrong? Dr. S pointed out that we can spend an enormous amount of our lives searching for one thing: validation of our beliefs and feelings.

And believe it or not, last night I got a big whopping spoonful of validation. From Dave Ramsey of all people.

Jas and I have ALWAYS, for almost 8 years now!, disagreed about money. We have never seen eye to eye on things- and we have tried everything under the sun to make things work out: elaborate budgets, separate bank accounts, my handling all the bills, him handling all the bills. It has made both of us nuts and it has caused more shouting matches than I care to disclose. It is one of the only real things we fight about. Honestly. (That and the fact that he doesn't think that "butt" is a bad word. But, I digress...)

So last night at out FPU class the whole lesson was about Nerds (me) and Free Spirits (Jas). Every thing Dave said about each of us and our planning and living styles was SO SPOT ON we kept turning and looking at each other with big saucer-eyes. VALIDATION. I am not crazy for thinking we should have a budget and expecting us to stick to it. I am not crazy for making spreadsheets, outlines and Power Point presentations on the topic in hopes of getting him on board. That's just me. We are who we are. We handle things differently. And that's okay.

He touched on how men and women approach shopping. I can't tell you how many times I have asked Jas to go shopping with me, only for it to end up being a complete beating. Over the years, it bothered me that we would always leave in such a huff if we tried to buy something together- what was wrong with us??? Uh, nothing. We are completely normal, typical men and women. We don't like to shop the same way and have no business doing it together. More validation. We are who we are. We handle things differently. And that's okay.

But most importantly, and again, the reason for us attending this workshop, is the issue of saving. I have felt so uneasy about things since I have stayed home. I have told myself stories about how much stress and anguish I was causing Jas. I have worn myself into the ground trying to control so many areas of our life because inside I felt like things were so NOT in control. I was making everyone nuts. And it all boiled down to our finances- and the fact that we never have had it together, even when I was working. My major issue was that when I go back to school and then re-enter the workforce, I want it to bless our family. I want that money to help where it really needs it: college funds, wedding funds (we'll have 2 to pay for!), our retirement. I will feel secure when we are financially secure. Dave explained the feelings I had so simply, and I know Jas got it. He fought me tooth and nail about taking this class, and I think at that moment he finally understood. Again, more validation.

I love that when we leave the classes we actually talk. About the class. We sit in the car in the garage for a few more minutes after we arrive home, discussing how what we learned ties into our lives together. We get of the car and hold hands as we walk into the house. This process is slowly, but surely really truly strengthening our marriage. It is making us a real team, not just the default kind that comes from being married. Its funny, we have known each other for almost 12 years now and this stranger comes into our lives: he gives us the knowledge and the strength to make better choices, he opens our eyes to a new way of living and amazingly enough, he explained each of us to the other. So let people think we live like "crazy people" when this is all said and done. He and I will know the truth. (wink)

Wordless Wednesday

A Little OOC

You heard of ADD. You've heard of OCD. You've heard of TMI. I myself have issues with a disorder called "OOC".

Out Of Control.

It comes and goes, and usually effects me when I have started a simple project ("Why of course that simple square throw pillow needs hand-beaded fringe!") or when I start planning a shower("A garden theme?! Why I must make topiaries that spell out the guest of honor's 7-letters-long name!") And it really happens when I start planning parties for my children. It takes over and I can't stop and things quickly spiral Out Of Control! (I had the flu on Olivia's 3 birthday- but got hopped up on DayQuil, because come hell or high water I was going to finish her huge poodle cake, damn it!)

So the other day, I was throwing birthday ideas around with Luke (given his birthday isn't til the end of June- but, you know me...) And he tells me he wants a King Boo cake- not a Thomas cake. That could be nice and easy- King Boo is pretty much a big white circle with a red tongue. Done. Easy-breezy. But, then...I can't help myself and start googling "Super Mario cake"... And I find this:

How amazing is this??? They makes the most INCREDIBLE creations- there's no way I could cut into these cakes. Seriously. I am totally blown away.

Now, given, she has had a gazillion years of experience. And given this cake was for a wedding, and not a 3 year old's birthday party. But don't think for one second that I totally didn't have a moment when I thought "I could do this. I would tone it done a smidge, but I think that I could totally do this." I even sat down and drew my toned-down version. (Jas found it later on my desk, thought it was a silly drawing that Olivia had done and wrote his shopping list on the back. Thanks.) But I have also YouTubed how to make yummy tasting fondant, and also the trick to make precious gum paste figures, so we'll see... I might just surprise myself.

This OOC condition has a way of doing that to a person. (It can also make them curse the day the project was thought up, but we'll hope for the best!)

Don't Complete Your Ballots Quite Yet

While I know many of you didn't have any hesitation about picking me as your choice for "Mother Of The Year 2009", you might want to hold off on casting your votes quite yet. The following story may take me out of the running:

Sweet, precious, chuba-wuba, Morgan Jane is suuuuuuuuch a big girl that she now takes a bath in the big tub. The real deal. She gets so excited when I sit on the edge of the tub with her on my lap as I turn on the water- she starts waving her arms and making that "Ooo-ooo" monkey sound. She loves nothing more than kicking her little froggy feet under the water, and smiles up at me while I lay her back in the water to wash her darling little brown hair. She laughs like an adorable Beavis when she gets a hold if the huge yellow Dickies BBQ cup I use to rinse them off with (and I do everything in my power for her not to drink the bath water from it). Her sweet little fat fingers fish out the fun little toys that are bobbing in the water. She cries when I lift her out when "tubby-time" is done. In a nutshell: She loves sitting in that big bathtub. Loves. It.

Until the other night.

You see, the mesh bag that hangs from two flimsy suction cups and holds all the tub toys had fallen from the sheer weight of naked Barbies and countless plastic Disney characters. I had started running the water and quickly slid the bag and its contents to the side and set Morgan down. She started screaming. I quickly felt the half an inch of water that was slowly filling the tub to make sure it hadn't become scalding in the 2.2 second since I checked it last. Nope, its fine. Then I thought maybe the bottom of the tub was super cold since the water hadn't really filled up yet, but she was still crying while sitting in the warm water, so I knew that wasn't it. I handed her a little Dora the Explorer. Still crying. I handed the Dickies up. Still crying. So then I sort of swishy-schooted her to the side to find another little toy to appease her when she REALLY starts crying. Now I think she's just tired and needs to be bathed and put to bed STAT. So I start to lather up her hair, and lay her down to rinse it really quickly. She stops crying for a minute, but when I scoop her back up to a sitting position she starts screaming again. What in the world?!?! So I quickly, quickly washed her body, rinsed her off and grabbed a towel. As I go to pick her up something falls into the bath. This:

Yup. She had been sitting on this!!! It must have came out of one of the Barbie's or My Little Ponies' beautiful long locks when the bag fell down. And I, her moth-er placed Morgan's precious little chubby tush right on top of it. For a good 10 minutes. Wiggling her around enough to really embed it into her baby flesh. Twice. Oh, the guilt. I felt so awful.

She is fine. No permanent butterfly outlines on the tush. Luckily, she will never remember it happened, but unfortunately, I can't forget. So, please: feel free to change your vote, seeing as how I have officially take myself out of the running.

There's always next year.

Who Do You Love?

We were stalking a house that just went on the market taking a leisurely drive this morning, when Luke starts saying in his precious sing-song voice, "I wub Bawk Ohhhhh Rama!" and cracks up because he knows this makes me nuts. (Jason taught him to say "I love Barack Obama" as joke and I guess he got such a rise out of me the first time he said it, that he can't resist doing it about 10 times a day now.)

Then in true Luke Palmer fashion, he starts saying silly endings to this sentence:
"I wub Bawk Ohhhh Bunnywhop!"
Okaaay, Luke.

"I wub Bawk Ohhhh Too-Too."
Luke, now you're just being crazy.

"I wub Bawk Ohhh Potty"
Luke Palmer, that's enough!

And then... He made me smile:

"I wub Bawk Ohhh PooPoo Head"

Priceless.

Mo And Me

I need to have a "widdle tawk" (as Luke would say) with the advertising group what dubbed Marly and Me a "fun family film!"

Are you frickin' kidding me?

Has anyone seen this movie? Spoiler alert:

It is great, but do we really need 45 minutes of the dog dying? Seriously. I was a sobbing, blubbering mess. Jason had to get up and LEAVE THE ROOM he was crying so bad. We were both so emotionally drained after watching that we pretty much just snacked at dinner and put everyone to bed by 7pm. Then poor Jas sat there and re-told me the story of when his beloved childhood dog, Tex passed away and how eerily similar it was to the movie. Many more tears. Jason and I weren't dating when that happened, but we still talked alot- he had called me that night and it was the first time I had ever heard him cry.

Needless to say, last night we hugged our sweet Mo, let him lay up on the pillow with us in bed. Olivia topped his dog bowl off this morning with a little bone dog treat. "An 'Olivia Special' just for you, Mosers!" He is in the living room as we speak, smacking the fireplace poker set and then chasing the light reflections around the room like a crazy person. The clanging is like Chinese Water Toture, but have I gone in there and yelled at him to stop? NO. Because I think for the next day or so, Mo is king around here. He's such a pain in the ass, but he's also such a sweet part of our family. Just the thought of loosing Romo is too hard to think about...

So here's to you, Romo Dog. Mo. Mosers. Moey.

We love you. Pain in the ass and all.

Smack Down

Remember yesterday? When I was being all productive and excited for what the future could hold? When I was feeling like a Nike spokeswoman?

Well. Today I felt like I was a featured guest on this show:

And I am the blond guy in this picture: See that guy kicking my hopes and dreams out of me? Yea. It was pretty much just like that.

As of last evening the following things happened:
I was late to take the nursing school entrance test thanks to traffic on 635. This actually ended up not being such a bad thing because a) I'm not sure it was going to be the best place for me and b) I now KNOW that it is not the best place for me. I freaked out a little after last night. So I did some more research today and realized that to do what I really want to do, I have to go the RN route. No quick-y nursing trade school for me.

So now I am no longer looking at a 13 month time frame, but one more like 3 years. I went from looking at putting my kiddos in full day daycare at $480 A WEEK for one year, to now 3 (I'll give you a minute to do that math and choke on whatever it is your sipping on, like I did). I now have to wait to even APPLY til January of next year, only to wait to START in August of next year. I am looking at Monday through Friday, 8 am to 4pm, instead of Monday through Thursday, 9am to 3pm. I am looking at completing my degree when Morgan is older than Luke is now- which hurts my brain. I am looking at a dead-end dream because there is simply no way to make all of these new requirements work. There is not enough hours in the day or money in the bank. I have looked at it from every angle: A different school maybe?: I've called every school in a 50 mile radius and its the same story. Move back to our Shonka house to save money and be near friends and family? That puts us in limbo again, which is precisely what we are trying to get out of. Get a nanny in the morning to take the kids to school at 9? Yea right. Online courses? I am a hands-on learner. I have prayed. I have cried. I have put a request for any plan or idea out into the universe and hope that something will come back. I am feeling beat up. I am feeling like all this is my fault for not knowing what I wanted to do until I was 30, and life has just taken me to a place where that really just isn't feasible. It just doesn't make sense, seeing has how all of those things that have happened to me are the reasons I want to do this in the first place...

It just sucks because I was excited.

And now I've had an official WWE Smackdown.