I am finding women my age, married for 8 plus years with children saying the same thing over and over about their husbands. It seems as if at around the ages of 32-40 that they go a little bananas. I thought midlife crisis started at say…45-50. Apparently either the age has moved up or I was clueless from the beginning.
Someone please explain to me why this happens. I have had three friends call in the last week to say they are seperating from their husbands and they are all for the same reason. The reason is that their husband has lost good sense of himself and either had an affair, went out and bought something terribly expensive without discussion, had an inappropriate friendship that had potential for trouble…etc. On top of that they all ask their wives the same question, “Is this all there is?” I don’t understand.
When they look around do they in fact see responsibility without acknowledging the gift of a good wife and children? Do they see a messy house and disorganization instead of being thankful that they have the means to support the household? Do they want to be footloose and fancy free…really? Because if so, doesn’t an affair constitute another woman and another responsibility? If I am half off my rocker let me know because frankly…I don’t get it.

I am grateful that the political commercial slams haven’t started yet. I know I know just give it time. I am not ready for that time.

We supposidly had a “do nothing” weekend. We neglected to look at the calendar and notice that we had two birthdays last week. A do nothing weekend turned into birthday extraviganza. Loved it. Wouldn’t mind doing it again next weekend.
Happy Birthday Genuine Nephew and Hula Niece. Love you lots and bunches.

Interesting fact about me - When eating something that requires ketchup, I do not like the bottle out of the fridge. Cold ketchup gives me the willies. Room temp only for me please.

So what is an interesting fact about you?

Tonight HB would not go to sleep. The infamous tooth that he kept swearing up and down was loose was actually loose. The thought of money kept enticing him to wiggle the tooth more and more.
When I got home from volleyball HH was home. He told me that HB had not told him about his tooth. We went into HB’s room to talk with him about the situation.
HH - “Do you want me to look at the tooth?”
HB - “Yes, grab the plizzers and yank this thing out!!”
Mommy starts shaking in her boots and roomate thinks, “Oh no and all that is holy!”
HH - *stunned “Well ok then…but just tell me if you want me to stop.”
HB - “I want the Tooth Fairy to come and give me lots of money for when we go to Europe. I want to buy my own candy, my own ice cream so that I can have it when I want it.”
Mommy starts to panic. Breathing starts to become more rapid. Roomate walks away yet strangly facinated that this may actually happen.
HH went to grab the “plizzers” (Which by the way may be a cross breed between pliers and scissors. Only his mind will know.)
YANK YANK. I was expecting a scream, a cry, a yelp but all he say was, “Ok that hurts a little. I don’t like it when you pull sideways,” and “Did you get it yet??!!”
Mommy nearly passes out. Roomate starts to get weak in the knees.
Finally the little nub gave way.
Mommy starts seeing stars. Roomate starts having flash backs of the time that she heard throw up noises coming from the bathroom and starts to gag a little.
He presented his toothless grin and started to giggle and scheme of ways that he would spend his money. Then he noticed a strange taste in his mouth. I asked him if we could go and rinse it out just to make sure that it was all taken care of. That’s when the yelping started. “BLOOD….OH NO MY BODY IS LEAKING. PLUG IT UP!!!!!!”
After explaining that blood is the natural way for your body to clean out a sore he calmed right down. Then he said, “Hum…didn’t bother me. Now…Is the other one loose and how much could I get if I gave her two teeth instead of just one?!” *

I am so dedicated so far to this walking 3 times a day that because it is colder than CRAP….(0 degrees) I am walking in circles around my house. My dog thinks I’m on cra**.

That my friends is how dedicated I am to doing this.

When I was 18 I worked for a bank. The bank was located downtown and in not such a nice area. I loved my job, but I did not enjoy opening getting there early and no one was there to open it with me. I had to stand outside until another employee came and we would walk in together.
One morning I got there early and no one was of course there. No one was there except a man in the bushes. He was laid up against the wall. He was scooted all the way down. I went over to him and asked him if he was ok. He did not respond. I had remembered from the CPR course that I had taken just a few weeks before that if a person did not respond you needed to check for signs of circulation. Nope, he didn’t appear to be breathing. I immediately pulled out the pocket mask that I carried in my purse. I had been given a free barrier device when we did the class. I went to give CPR and drew a blank. I couldn’t think. Was it 2 compressions and 15 breaths or was it 15 breaths and 2 compressions. I went with whatever my adrenalin would let me do and did 15 breaths and 2 compressions. When I gave the 2 compressions he kind of rocked a little back and forth. After doing this for 5 rounds I called 911 from the payphone on our lot. When I returned I did CPR until the paramedics arrived.
When the EMS arrived they took one look at me practically blue from giving breaths and ready to pass out and started to chuckle a bit. I couldn’t figure it out. When they went to try to get him to respond and check a pulse….HE WAS DEAD AS A DOORNAIL. OH the shame. When they asked what I had done I told them that I had given 15 breaths and 2 compressions but he rocked. He rocked….because he was dead. I had done the breaths and compressions all wrong. I had gotten caught up in the details and gave him the wrong amount. He needed 15 compressions and 2 breaths. My face started turning a lovely shade of red.
I am sure to this day that those paramedics still tell about the girl that gave CPR to a rigor mortus corpse.

It is with great pleasure that I finally get to reveal the site we have been working on since before Christmas! It’s our business!

HAVE A PARTY SAVE A LIFE

That’s not all we do, but now it is official. I am so pleased to be a part of Edcor and all that it stands for. I get the unique job of going into the community and training not just doctors and nurses but laypeople that just want to be confident that they know how to react in emergency situations with CPR and First Aid.
Besides being a mom and what I do with Lactation Consulting I get the honor or doing something else so fufilling that words fail.

Last year in August I was contacted by Prevention Magazine to add to one of their articles on knowing your body and listening to it. I had never heard of Prevention Magazine at that point. Ok, so I do not generally read magazines. Who has the time with little ones? I can tell you that has changed. I do not have a subscription, but I do pick it up once in a while when I see something that I feel is more applicable to me.
I am not the work out kind of person. I am simply not motivated to do so. I will do it if it is disguised as sports. That’s my kind of work out. I cannot stick to something that takes a huge amount of time or discipline. I know I am sharing my soft pink underbelly, but it is truthful. One of the things that I wanted to change in this year is that I wanted to be more disciplined in all areas of life.
When I was at the grocery store I saw the January release. The title was, “Win Back Your Metabolism!” I would kill to have my old metabolism back. So I bought it. I got home and immediately got into the tub. (My only place I read and my place of respite) The children were at school, the animals were shut out and the whole world melted away. I started reading the article entitled, “Fast Track your Fat Loss”. It was a concept of walking 3-4 times a day yet in 10-minute slots. That was something I could live with. That is about the limit of my attention span so I thought I would give it a shot. It was still working out 30-40 minutes a day, but it was disguised as only 10 minutes of my life. Could I build a habit of good health instead of sabotaging myself into letting my perfectionism and expectations of myself get in the way?
Last week I was really wondering if I could give myself that break.
I am taking the baby steps. I started yesterday. I am actually nervous that I might actually succeed. If that isn’t nuts enough I keep wondering if I should actually keep up with this that I might be healthy again. The thought of it seems so simple. I have been fighting PCOS for so long that I have accepted myself long ago for who I was and where I was physically, emotionally, medically…etc. To think that by taking 10 minutes of my life 3 times a day is something that I don’t feel I would get bored with. I think I could live with this. I pray I can do this every day. I had given up long ago that PCOS would rule my life. I laid down and let it trample me. For the first time since I was 20 when we first saw the signs of this terrible disease I feel hopeful and a spirit of lashing out, rebellion, stubborn. I feel my spirit rising as if to have the fight of my life. Truly it is. Truly it is the fight for my life.

I was sitting here reflecting on the year behind me. I know that New Years we always look forward to starting with a clean slate. This year I want to take note of the place I was a year ago and where I am now and how much I have grown.
I think one of the factors that really seem to stand out first is that the children are no longer babies. I know that is no stretch, but up and to this point they were children. HG is turning into quite a young lady. HB is turning into such a character. They have both taught me so so much. I have learned that my patience does have a limit and before I get there I need to put myself in time out. I have also learned that a 10-year-old girl, once in a while still needs to be held like when she was little. I have taken note of their every day existence and have been so blessed even though at times they make me want to run out in the street in my underwear screaming and pulling out my hair.
Another aspect that I never knew about myself is that when I do see something that I do have courage to speak up and help. I never knew that I had that in me. I always knew that I wanted to have that, but did not feel I had it in me. It has been a year since “The Boy’s” situation and I am finally coming to peace and rest with all of the turmoil that happened. I feel I have finally let Alex go even though I only knew him for a few brief hours. I was holding on to the hurt of wishing that I could have done something more. I feel that I have finally come to accept that Alex was a lesson of blessing and acceptance. It was definitely an eye opening experience. (If you wish to read that post please go to “The Stories That Move Me” in my side bar and go back to last Jan.)
I finally faced my fear and decided to go ahead with the hysterectomy. It was like facing my giant. Being that I am almost forty I had to come to accept that at my age I did not want to have any more children. Granted, if another was put in our lives I would gladly accept and love another, but acceptance of never feeling a child move within my body has been the hardest thing for me to let go. I have prayed and prayed for peace. I feel that prayer was answered and granted. I do not regret that decision.
I took a chance and quit my job to pursue a business endeavor with my mother. It has really panned out. In a few days I will be introducing our business and will be able to provide the link to it. The site is almost almost done.
I have counted my blessings in the friendships that I have formed. My faithful few that read me and we not only read each other’s blogs but also talk you are so so special. You all have been so touching on some of the hardest days of my life. You have not realized how you touched me, but you have and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
2007 all in all was a year of discovery. I discovered the person that I am without the predominant fact that I a mom. A better explanation is that my identity is not merely in the fact that I am a mom, but that I am still the woman I was before marriage and children. I am the strong, independent, loving and stubborn as all get out! That in itself was priceless.