That space inside

It’s been ten days since I posted. I don’t generally stay away that long. I’m in the middle of a very busy month, and I’m creating a lot of new content for school, which means my time on the elliptical, which is usually where I write my posts, has been spent writing stories in Spanish about Day of the Dead for 6th graders, or emailing parent volunteers about when and where to pick up the supplies to make sugar skulls, or working on the schedule for the big festival I’m organizing at the end of the month. My late afternoons are spent illustrating my stories, because I still have plans to sell this chapter next year, and I need my own illustrations if I’m going to do that.

It’s actually been, dare I say it, kind of fun.

I’m enjoying drawing again. It’s been a long, long time. And I’m getting my writing fix with my mornings pages, where I’m working through some stuff that I’m not quite ready to bring here (I’m sure it will end up here eventually), don’t you worry.

But I think about this space a lot. Maybe because I’ve been away from it. I missed my blogoversary this fall, in early September. I’ve been writing now for seven years. Seems hard to believe. And the fact that those words are all still up somewhere, for anyone to see. That seems even weirder.

So much has changed since I started writing. I’ve been thinking a lot about what brought me to this space so long ago. The wave of light was Saturday. I didn’t have a candle to light. That loss feels far away these days, but it’s still very much a part of me. Reading the posts about pregnancy and infant loss and remembering, I spent an hour or so ruminating over the fact that if it weren’t for my own loss I probably never would have started writing. Something was born of that tragedy; it wasn’t a baby, but it was a sort of a child, that I have nurtured and watched grow over the past seven years. It may not be a product of my DNA, but it’s made of me.

I think a lot about the people that I met through my writing. Many of them I’m still close to, despite my escape from social media, but I’ve lost touch with a large number of them. I miss them. I wonder. How are they doing? How are their kids? It seems strange to think of people I’ve never met this way, but that was the magic of those early years of writing. It felt like we were all in a community, together. A cohort of sorts. We were always scattered, but it didn’t feel that way when our online spaces were so easy to get to. Now most of those spaces have been abandoned. The writers have moved on.

I never consider moving on. Not really. Writing here is too important to me. Even though I’m not sure what direction this space will take, or what words will find their way on to its page, I know I’ll keep writing. It’s not a record of my life, really, since I don’t feel comfortable writing as much about my kids or my marriage anymore. But it is a record of something. Me, I suppose? The me that’s left when you strip everything else away.

Sometimes she’s hard to find, that just me. My days are so tightly woven with the needs of my children, the commitment to my husband, the hopes for my students, the inside jokes with my friends. Maybe this space is so important to me because it reminds me of who I am, when all of the rest of it falls away, and I can just be.

My period is about to arrive and my breasts have been exquisitely tender. The kind of tender that used to convince me that surely, this cycle is the one, surely this time I’m pregnant. I brushed my arm against my chest yesterday and the feeling took me back so fast I literally stopped in my tracks. Just stood, there, frozen in the middle of the parking lot at work, totally submerged in the memories of that time. It was so all consuming, the quest to get pregnant and the ectopic pregnancy, that it left a space inside me that I can still fall into. It’s more vivid and well defined than any space before or since, more so than high school or college, or early parenthood. It left a microcosm of desperation, fear, confusion, despair, frustration and hope, and if something pulls me into that space, it’s like I’m there again, back when everything was about that. Everything.

Now my life is so full of so many things. Now my biggest challenge is integrating all these divergent parts of myself into something whole, something that I recognize as myself. Perhaps that is why I keep coming here, to aid in the integration. To talk through the more challenging aspects, to figure out who I am, and who I want to be.

And surely, that is why I’ll keep writing.

A couple things

Nothing coherent to say today, so just a couple bullet points.

October is going to be a mega-busy month for me. I committed to putting on a giant, all-day, all-6th grade Día de los muertos celebration at my school on November 2 (the actual Day of the Dead). It’s going to be the culmination of a unit we’re doing on the Day of the Dead and should be a really awesome experience for the kids.

{I notice that when I tell people about it I couch my announcement in “I’m such an idiot for taking this on” terms. I’m going to stop doing that. I don’t know why it has to be a stupid idea to take on a big project, especially when that project is meaningful. I don’t know when committing to something that requires a lot of time and work became a stupid thing to do (in my mind), but I’m going to stop referring to big commitments as such. Instead I’m going to talk them up for how awesome they are, even if it’s something everyone else things I’m crazy for doing, like the PTA.}

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The other thing that makes October crazy is all the Kindergarten Information nights that happen at the end of the month. I have volunteered to represent my daughter’s school at many of the these, because I think I can provide a good, enthusiastic (but realistic) representation of the school and what it has to offer. Mostly I just want people to know more about it, because it’s not on a lot of people’s radars. So far I have three Kindergarten Information events on my calendar in late October. I’m pleased I have this opportunity to represent the school.

{We had a PTA board meeting yesterday and the new principal presented a few items. You may remember I was less than enthusiastic about her ability to take on the role of principal, as she’d only been vice-principal (anywhere) for three years. But I have to say that I was very impressed with what she said and how she said it. I may be pleasantly surprised by her ability to step up and get things done.}

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My son’s birthday is also in October. We didn’t plan a party with his friends, but now he’s asking about one almost every night and I feel guilty. The thing is, I don’t think a 3-year-old needs a party with his friends, and I know he’ll be very happy with cake and presents in the company of his grandparents, but I still feel twinges of, I don’t know, regret that we’re not giving him what he really wants. Of course, that is a parent’s job sometimes, but there is something about this being his birthday that makes it hard for me. We’re thinking about taking him to a train museum a few hours away, which we know he’d love, to make the day really special. I hope he stops talking about how all his friends are coming to his party for his birthday, because that just isn’t happening.

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My daughter continues to do well, though the initial amazingness of last week has lost some of its luster. She is falling back to many of her old, physically and emotionally aggressive habits, but she does seem more able to check herself and bounce back after an episode. She did land on red once at school this week, but was able to make it back up to yellow. And she got two college cards. She also reports being the FIRST one done with homework at aftercare, when she used to consistently be the last. She is grumbling a lot during homework at home, but does get it done much more quickly than before. So obviously things are still much better. I continue to have high hopes for what she may accomplish this year.

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She seems to really be liking Harry Potter so far. She talks a lot about how she wishes she could be a wizard, and how she’d fix whatever problem confronts her with magic if she could. I keep reminding her that even Harry has to do homework, even he can’t use magic to get out of that, but she is unconvinced that magic wouldn’t make her life pretty much perfect. It reminds me of how I truly mourned the fact that a place like Hogwarts didn’t really exist, and that magic wasn’t real. I was in my mid-twenties when I was mourning this, mind you, but it felt hard to work though at the time. I guess I just wanted a different life, at the time, and a magic one seemed pretty amazing.

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My daughter is starting Girl Scouts next week. I have deeply ambivalent feelings about it. My own Girl Scouts record is not great: I got kicked out in 6th grade for repeatedly lying (with my friend) that we had to pick up her sister and couldn’t attend a meeting, and then going shopping at a market near our home (this was in Hong Kong, when we had surprising amounts of freedom in 6th grade). So, yeah. But she really wants to do it (many of her friends are in the troop), and I don’t think I should keep her from it just because I wasn’t that into it as a child. We’ll see where she goes with it.

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My parents are taking the kids this weekend from Saturday to Sunday and I’m SO EXCITED. I need a 24 staycation SO BAD. Here’s hoping nothing happens between now and then to mess this up.

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I got caught sneaking out of school early on Wednesday to make a parent/teacher conference at my daughter’s school. We had professional development slotted for that time, but usually I don’t have anyone to meet with, or anything specific to do during those hours because I’m the only language teacher on my campus. So I didn’t think much of leaving an hour early to make the conference (if I hadn’t scheduled it on Wednesday, I would have had to ask a colleague to cover my last class, and no one wants to do that).

As it turns out, the PD was a site-wide training and my absence was noted. I was pretty mortified when I got the email from my principal. Luckily he was very understanding. The thing is, I don’t really feel guilty for leaving an hour early on a Wednesday: I spent 7.5 hours in my classroom this past Sunday, and I’ll never get paid for that. I know I spend more than my contractually obligated time at work, so I don’t think it all has to happen during the days we’re contractually obligated to be there. Teaching is a very inflexible profession, and I refuse to feel guilty for taking an hour or two when I can, because I know I’ll make it up later.

Also, the training was about how to better support English Language Learners, which was MY JOB for seven years (they just took the EL class from me this year because my schedule couldn’t accommodate it), and (ironically) I’m the only one not actually teaching English at the school so…. Yeah it was just dumb, and annoying, and I really appreciate that my principal didn’t make a big thing out of it (though I will have to take that time on my time card, which is annoying).

Mostly, this was just another reminder of how I’m struggling just to meet everyone’s expectations, and sometimes I’m just going to fail on one or more fronts. Some days it will just be impossible to be the involved mother, the dedicated teacher, and the caring wife. I guess I have to be okay with that.

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So glad it’s Friday. I so need a break.

What have you been up to lately? Any plans for the weekend?

How do you take care of your clothes?

Since I first cleaned out my closet a couple years ago, I’ve done a good job of only keeping the items that “spark joy.” This means I have fewer articles of clothing (good) and wear each of them more (also good). The problem is that as I wear them more, my clothes are looking, well, worn. Very worn. 

I really don’t know how people don’t buy clothes for 1 or 2 years. My pants get holes in the ass, my shirts get discolored around the underarm area and pill all over. They look dingy, or get oily looking stains. My underwear are in tatters. 

I wonder if I’m not taking proper care of my clothes. I started soaking my white shirts with my daughters (she has to wear them with her uniform), which helps but is time intensive (and I hate the perfumey smell of Clor.ox White Soak stuff). I already wash my jeans together, I hang most of my permanent press pieces to dry. I’m not sure what else I should be doing. 
Any tips on how to keep my clothes looking nice longer? How do you take care of your favorite clothes?

Community at School

I’ve spent a lot of the past few years trying to figure out what is most important to me. If I had more time, or more money (or gasp! more of both!) how and where would I want to invest? What do I most value?

Community is definitely at the top of my list. If I had more time, and more money, I would invest in my community. I want to feel connected to where I live. I want to know people who live near me. I want to be proud of where I live, and at home in my neighborhood.

I recognized pretty quickly that I wasn’t going to have the time or money to give back to my entire neighborhood in the ways I wanted. So I took that energy and that desire to feel connected and directed it at my daughter’s school.

I started becoming more involved at the end of the last school year. It was my commitment to community that pushed me to accept the request to run for PTA vice-president. And it’s that same desire to feel connected that makes me happy I took on that role.

This year I really do feel more connected to the school. I know not only the names of most of the people who work there, but feel comfortable chatting with them on the blacktop before school. I consider my fellow PTA officers friends, people I could actually count on if I needed someone to pick my daughter up from aftercare if I were running late. I know what is going on, what special events to expect, who to talk to if there is a problem. After only two months I feel more connected to the school than I ever felt last year.

I also feel better about the school in general. When you know the people who work there (both the administration and the teachers) and know what they are trying to accomplish, you see everything, even the challenges, in a more positive light.

Of course, investing of myself in my daughter’s school affects her positively. I understand that some people consider this kind of involvement a conscientious parental act. I can’t argue with that. But I like to think I’m spending so much time and energy at my daughter’s school not just for her, but for all the students there, especially the ones whose parents don’t have as much opportunity to show up.

{And honestly, I don’t have the time or bandwidth to volunteer in a capacity that doesn’t bring me closer to my kids right now. I’m lucky there is something I can manage that lets me help my kids, and my community, at the same time.}

Yesterday I called in for a sub and went on my daughter’s field trip. I wasn’t planning on going, but I had told the teacher that if he ever needed chaperones I could probably make it work. It turns out he did need chaperones, so on Friday I promised him I would be there.

And yes, my daughter was delighted for me to come. While I volunteered in her class a few times last year, I never took a day off to attend a field trip. They always had plenty of chaperones, so I never volunteered. My daughter noticed this and has mentioned it on occasion. So when the teacher said he may have to cancel the trip because he didn’t have enough parents going, I said yes in part for my daughter. But I also said yes for all the other kids in the class, because I wanted all of them to have a chance to visit the science center.

I’ve heard people say it doesn’t count as service if people we love benefit, and maybe that’s the case. I suppose it’s part of why I sent my child to a “social justice school,” so that my service for her could also be for other kids who need it more than she does.

Either way, I felt good going on the field trip today. I won’t say it was fun, because I got a hard group (I’m sure on purpose because he knows I’m also a teacher), and it was a lot of work to keep them safe on two public buses (each way!) and in the science center. And I don’t relish spending a morning I took off doing all the classroom busy work that I actively avoid at my own school (I stayed in the morning to help the teacher around the classroom). But it felt good to participate in my daughter’s education, support her (over worked and underpaid) teacher, and ensure that her class could go on the field trip.

Yes, being on the PTA and being an active, supportive classroom parent is a lot of work. But I think I chose well when I took on this focus for my dedication to community. My daughter’s school–our neighborhood school–is definitely a worthy endeavor.

Correlation and Causation

Last week was rough. There is some hard shit happening to my family (the one I grew up in) and it’s getting me down. Everyone will be okay, eventually, but it’s just a big fat fucking bummer.

I still haven’t found my rhythm at work. Every day feels like a cluster fuck. The 6th grade is a total shit show–they can’t seem to follow the same directions that made sense to all the other 6th grades for the past ten years. They never seem to know what is going on. I’m not quite sure how to change the way I do things so they understand. By the time I get the 7th and 8th graders I have nothing left, and they need the most of me.

My house has looked like a hurricane hit it, but I picked up a lot on Saturday so at least it won’t be causing me panic attacks this week.

The mice chewed more holes in my washing machine hoses. Not six days after it was fixed it was leaking everywhere again. I got steel wool to shove all around it after the guys fixes it again. We’re calling an exterminator.

But there has been a bright spot this past week, and it truly, it was blinding.

I started giving my daughter magnesium and B6 again. Actually, I always was, or I thought I was, but I realized that it wasn’t really absorbing into her warm milk and so much of it was left behind in the cup that she probably wasn’t getting much, if any. So I started finding other ways for her to take it (we settled on applesauce), and also started giving her DHA again (magnesium, B6 and DHA are recommended for kids with ADHD). This past week she was like a different kid. She could sit and get her homework done in a fraction of the time it used to take (she actually finished her packet early, despite having less time to do it at aftercare). She stayed “on green” at school all week (and even got the special “college card” honor one day), when she’s usually on orange or red, and being asked to leave the class. Even the woman at aftercare commented that she was doing a great job getting her homework done, and hadn’t been the last person in there working once this week.

Truly, she has been a pleasure to be around. She wants to read! She plays nicely with her brother! She does things the first time you ask! Even the mornings, which used to be unbearable, are noticeably more pleasant.

I know correlation is not causation, but I have high hopes that we have the magnesium, B6 and DHA to thank for this incredible turn around. I guess we’ll see as we move forward.

In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy this new daughter of mine. No matter what is causing this positive change, I am very, very grateful.

The Little Things (that make up life)

This Sunday was super warm in San Francisco (90 degrees), which after a summer during which it barely made it over 70, felt exceptionally warm. We took the kids to the beach on the bay side that overlooks the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz. We go to this beach, even though it’s the farthest away, because it has a nice estuary where the kids can swim in water that isn’t 50*.



Immediately upon arriving we ran into my daughter’s friend and her family (and their other friends). Having friends around made my daughter super happy, and we didn’t have to entertain her at all! That means I got to focus on my sweet almost-three-year-old, who is such a pleasure when there isn’t anyone else (ahem, his sister) around to provoke him. One of the other kids also brought a boogie board, which I used to some success in the freezing bay waves. It was a gorgeous day with friends at the beach, and we all had an amazing time. Lately, these are the days I live for.

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The washing machine repair man came to fix our broken unit. Turns out my nemeses the mice were responsible. They bit through not one, but two hoses, and left their droppings all over the inside of my machine. He originally only fixed one hose, which he assumed was the problem and had ordered ahead of time and brought with him. When he found it chewed up in my machine, he was sure that was the problem and replaced it. When I ran a load later, it was leaking just as badly as before. I texted him to let him know and he actually came back Saturday night to see what was going on. (I should also note, that he ran it before he left, but my machine senses a load before it turns on and without clothes in it I don’t think it actually dispensed water while he was there). He then ordered the other hose and returned on Monday to fix it (charging me only for the part and not for additional labor). I’m fucking pissed at the mice for causing $300 in parts/labor, but am stoked to know we have an appliance guy we can absolutely trust. Silver linings, right?

{And yes, it’s all out war on the mice now. We are no longer taking prisoners. I am terrified the next thing they do is cause an electrical fire. Little fuckers.}

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The book fair is over!!! Holy shit am I glad for that!

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My kids have a dentist appointment this evening and I really don’t want to go. My six year old daughter has only been once, when she was four (yes, I know, I’m a horrible mother) and we were told to floss once a day at the visit, and then promptly never flossed ever (there was no way I was fighting that battle with my sensory sensitive kid every night). My son frequently complains that his “mouth hurts,” but I suspect it’s his throat (it usually happens the night before he wakes up with a horrible cold), so I will appreciate knowing that he doesn’t have any cavities. I just hope we can get through the appointment without some massive meltdowns.

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I’m doing up Día de los Muertos really big this year at school, and I’m pretty excited about it. I used some of my PTA money to get decorations and supplies to make an ofrenda. I’m writing a whole chapter the centers around the holiday and hoping to throw a big festival on the actual day. It should be really fun. I hope the students like it.

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All the Halloween costumes for my family have already been procured. I guess with the stuff being out in stores since August, I was inspired to get it out of the way early this year. I’m excited for the season this year. I can’t wait to take out our decorations and do up the entryway behind the gate. My daughter REALLY loves Halloween and her enthusiasm is contagious. I’m definitely ready for October and all the festivities it brings.

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I’m starting Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone with my daughter. To say I’m excited would be a significant understatement. Starting the Harry Potter series has been on my parenting wishlist for a while now. I really hope she likes it…

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My daughter read her first chapter book. It has a ton of pictures, so it’s not really a chapter book, but she’s pretty excited about it none the less (as am I). She is so close to really enjoying reading on her own. I can’t wait befor her to get there.

{The books she read is The Bad Guys, by Aaron Blabey, which I HIGHLY recommend. So, so entertaining and funny. A great book. We’ll definitely be getting the second one when it comes out in Februrary.}

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I just listened to Brené Brown’s The Power of Vulnerability again for the umpteenth time. I can’t think of another piece that has so profoundly affected me. Every time I listen to it I learn something new about myself and the world. It definitely helps me find myself when I’m stressed and overwhelmed.

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My hip and lower back continue to bother me. I realized it’s probably my very heavy computer bag (which I have to lug between schools and then out to my classroom, which is even harder to get to this year with half our campus under construction) that is causing/exacerbating the problem. I ordered a backpack with wheels, the need for which I find surprisingly upsetting. I don’t know why it bums me out so much, but it does. I just hope that once I have it my lower back stops hurting. The constant pain is becoming very tiresome.

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The multiple nightly wake ups continues. I’ve gotten so little sleep the past few nights, it’s really starting to wear on me. I just wish both my kids would sleep through the night, at least once… I know that one day they won’t need me so much in the nights, but right now that day feels very, very far away.

What little thing are making up your life right now?

Time Log Recap – My week at a glance

The whole purpose of a 196 hour (week) of time tracking is to get a more accurate idea of how much time you spend “a day” doing something. So you add up all the hours you spent at work and then divide it by seven, and I guess it’s supposed to make you feel better about how much you work, because the lower (or lack of) hours on the weekend brings your daily average down. While I recognize the value in that, I’m not sure if I really think it’s okay to work 10 hours one day if you don’t work any hours on the weekend (or get an average of 8 hours of sleep, if on some days you’re only getting four).

I understand the point is not to think of your life in 24 hours chunks, because then it seems impossible to do all you want to do, and a 196 hour period can provide more flexibility. I do see the value in that shift in mindset, but I’d still like to work on making my week days feel more manageable, because by the end of the those five days, I’m usually totally and completely done.

So, what did I find from my crude combining of 15 minutes chunks of time? If my math wasn’t too far off, these were my weekly totals and daily averages:

I slept almost 43 hours during the week, for a daily average of 6 hrs/night. (I was also woken up 7 times– a total of 4 hours “night parenting”–which comes out to about 35 minutes of “night parenting” a night. (I’d love to bring my average sleep number up to 7 hrs/night (with WAY fewer wake-ups), but I manage pretty well on only 6 hours of sleep.)

I was at work for 33 hours and worked from home (or at work on the weekend) 9.5 hours to bring my total work hours to 42.5 and my daily average (this counts the weekend) to 6 hours a day. I’m happy with that.

I enjoyed 10 hours of “me time,” so almost 1.5 hours a day. Not bad when I see it written in black and white, although it feels less substantial when it’s broken into 15 and 30 minute increments.

I spent 33 hours with my kids, which comes out to 4.75 hrs/day over the entire week. 10.5 of those hours revolved around bedtime, which consumes about 1.5 hrs/day of my life. This is the one area I wish I could improve upon; bedtime crushes my soul and I wish I could be spending those hours doing something more fun with my kids.

I spent 8.75 hours commuting to work, so about 1.25 hours a day (over 7 days). Traffic has gotten so bad in the past two years. Ugh.

I only spent 5 hours on chores, and this was mostly prepping meals and folding laundry. I’m sure I missed some of this work, because it happened in short bursts or when I was also with the kids, but it’s not at all surprising to me that I spend less than an hour a day on chores. No wonder my house is a shit show.

There were chunks of time I wasn’t quite sure how to “code,” like the PTA (not represented here at all) and traveling for kid pick up (which I included in “kid time”). There were other little 15 minutes spots I wasn’t sure how to categorize, so I just didn’t include them in this review.

So that is how I spent my time last week. The good news is that some weeks I get even more “me time,” and spend even less time working. Sadly, the nightly wake-ups are not uncommon and I doubt they’ll stop anytime soon. If I had that time to sleep I’d be at 6.5 hours a night, which would be amazing. I’ll just have to try harder to get to bed early, so that time spent “night parenting” doesn’t hurt my overall shut eye so much.

Have you ever tracked your time? What do you think you’d find if you did?

Taking care of myself

Evidently, the whole point of tracking one’s time is to take a look at the week in total and see how much worked, slept, hung out with your kids, and enjoyed leisure time. I have not yet spent the time to add up these numbers, but hope to do that (and write about it) before the week is out.

As you all know, things are a little hectic right now, but I’m trying to make a concerted effort to take care of myself when I can.

I mentioned in my final time log post that my hip and lower back were bothering me. I think I tweaked my hip on Wednesday when I ran, and it just kept getting worse until I was almost out of commission by Sunday; I could hardly walk at the end of the day, and even sitting was excruciating.

On Monday morning I called my chiropractor and made an appointment for Wednesday. Then I called a family friend who gives massages (at a discount to those who know him) to see if he could get me in before my appointment; I’ve noticed that adjustments are much more productive when my muscles aren’t so tight.

So today I ducked out of my professional development hours a little early (one of the benefits of being the only foreign language teacher) and got a massage (which was more painful than anything because my body is a mess right now–but still totally worth it) and then went to the chiropractor. When he adjusted my hips something deep inside moved into alignment and I immediately felt better. The rest of my back and neck needed some work too, as I’ve been carrying myself in weird ways to ease the discomfort in my hips and lower back.

I definitely feel better, though my body is still very sore. I hope that in the next few days the pain goes away as I start to heal.

It can be hard to take the time (and spend the money) to take care of myself, but sometimes the alternatives are too costly. I have been in a lot of pain, and I needed to feel better. I’m so grateful that I was able to make those appointments–and had the money to splurge on them–so that I could take care of myself when I was hurting.

This week is the book fair at my daughter’s school. I spent two hours (4-6pm) there yesterday and 1.5 hours there today. Friday is my final two hour shift (but we also have to take it down, which will probably take a while). It’s a lot of work, and hectic, but the book fair is an important fundraiser for the school.

September did not end up being the low key month I had hoped for, and October promises more of the same with parent teacher conference at my school and my daughter’s, my son’s third birthday, and Halloween (with all the parties at school and aftercare that entails). I guess I’ll just have to find more ways to take care of myself, even when things get busy.

Time Logs – Day 7

Finally, a fun day!

12:45am – Son wakes up coughing and needs to pee

7:10 – Son wakes up for day, upset about his bad cough, but also wanting to know when we leave for Ame.rica (our local amusement park, with water slides)

7:20 – Get up with son because daddy just won’t do / Snuggle in bed for almost half an hour, then read books

8:10 – Start packing for GA

8:30 – Wake up daughter and keep packing

9:00 – Breakfast and lunch prep / Get kids dressed

9:35 – Leave for GA

10:10 – Make record time arriving at GA

10:45 – Finally at kid rides and water section / Go on a few rides / Meet up with my parents

11:00 – The water is on! (We came because it was in the high 80’s and also the last day this season that the water park is open)

12:00 – Stop swimming for snacks

12:30 – Hit up the wave pool

1:15 – Walk son around park so he’ll fall asleep

1:35 – Son asleep! (YAY!) / Lazy river and wave pool with daughter

2:30 – Son up / More water fun and rides

4:00 – Head to front of park / Bathrooms / Etc

4:20 – On the road

5:00 – Home with two tired kids / Kids watch TV / Start laundry

5:30 – Attempt light elliptical workout (hip/lower back is SERIOUSLY hurting) / Start this post / Read work emails

6:00 – Off elliptical (15 mins early) / Stretch / Move laundry to dryer

6:30 – Get kids in bath / Wash son’s hair

6:40 – Order son new shoes

7:00 – Get son out of bath / Start bedtime

7:15 – Husband takes over son’s bedtime / Wash daughter’s hair

7:25 – Snuggle son

7:35 – Take shower (Feels so good – it’s been SO MANY DAYS!)

7:45 – Continue this post

8:00 – Snuggle daughter (she fell asleep so fast! Yay!)

8:15 – Reheat dinner and watch a little TV with husband

8:50 – Fold laundry

9:05 – Make lunches for M/Tu/W. Pack snack for tomorrow. 

9:15 – Take more painkillers for hip/lower back

9:25 – Publish this post. 

9:30 – Go to sleep! Yay!

Time Log – Day 6

4:10am – Wake up to daughter yelling (she can’t find her blankie)

5:30 – Wake up to daughter crying (bad dream) / Begrudgingly get in bed with her (because she won’t stop crying) / Slam knee on her bed / Fall asleep for a bit

6:15 – Back in my bed

7:10 – Up with son: Read books and play for a while

8:00 – Breakfast with son

8:30 – Go to TJ’s with son (Yay for iPad games!)

9:00 – Head to Costco / Wait for it to open

9:17 – Costco opens its doors early! Yay!

10:25 – Drop crazy money at Costco / Head home

10:40 – Unload car and put stuff away

11:30 – Leave for work

12:00pm – Get gas / Grab lunch for later

12:25 – At work


7:00 – Leave work (too late to run — frowny face)

7:30 – Home in time to help put kids to bed

7:40 – Son’s bedtime routine: milk / pj’s / read stories / snuggle

8:10 – Take over bedtime with daughter: brush teeth / read Capitán Calzoncillos / snuggle

8:45 – Reheat pizza / Start this post

9:00 – Enjoy pizza and a cocktail

10:15 – Still up watching TV and drinking cocktails with my husband / Sure we’ll be heading to bed soon