Baby A’s hair was so long that it was getting into his eyes. It was so bad that M. was afraid he would become cross-eyed. Being the good mommy that I try to be, I dampened his bangs, twisted them like I used to when I would trim by own and thought I would take off a little bit. A. began to wiggle and what was supposed to be a trim was a cut—an inch.
I’m told all the time how cute may daughter is. Now, he really looks like a she. I was a bit distraught because I had given my little boy an awful haircut—that is, until I opened up the September issue of Cookie magazine. There was a version of A.’s new do on page 130. Who knew that I was a trendsetting barber?
Thanks Cookie for making moms like me feel better for our snippy slip-ups.
I haven’t been feeling well. Mostly I’m fatigued that surfaces as malaise which in turn makes me feel like a blob. Something must be going around.
Last month (on my birthday no less) M went to the ER for symptoms that could have been those of a heart attack—dizziness, light-head, nausea, extreme fatigue. It wasn’t one, thank goodness. But the trip was enough to scare him into re-evaluating his non-stop working habits and eating.
So we cleaned up our diet, started taking vitamins again and tried to relax. You’d think I would feel great. (He does.) No. I’m craving sweets like an obsessed seven-year-old (haven’t done that since I was pregnant); my pee is the color of a 1980’s fluorescent yellow t-shirt I used to own and my sleep isn’t so restful. What’s up?
Like many people, the economy has got me down. Moving twice in a year didn’t help our financial picture and add that most of my checks didn’t find their way to my Arizona mailbox, money has been tight.
Today I am thankful that my mailbox dance was fruitful. I received one of many reissued checks. It’s nice to work for money. Doing so has made me feel a bit better—even though I’m sure the clean eating hasn’t hurt. And I still think there’s a bug going around.
Last Friday I planned my whole day around going to the DMV. Silly me! It and many other state and city agencies are closed on Fridays because of budget concerns. And it isn’t only the state and the City of Los Angeles who are doing this. Friends that I used to work with took a 10 percent cut in their salaries and as a result, the company instituted work-at-home half-day Fridays. Cutting the work week down makes me wonder: Could this recession make us finally slow down?
Before becoming a freelance writer, I used to work early mornings, late nights, and weekends. I wanted to get ahead. When I was laid off, my workaholic tendencies didn’t wane—I had a business to grow. But then, my writing business was where I wanted it and I started listening to the natural flows of my creativity. The result was: I only worked half days on Wednesdays and eventually I stopped going to the computer on weekends. In essence, I had a three-day weekend.
I think many of us dream of such a weekend, now it’s happening. While the economic toll is sad, it may just do wonders for our collective mental state. Imagine having more time to develop relationships, interests or hobbies. Imagine having time to get through the never ending to-do lists and finish with time to enjoy the weekend. Imagine resting and perfecting the act of doing nothing. Sounds like a great new work week to me.
For some reason, I haven’t been the gung ho grocery shopper that I am normally. It could be that I’m not cooking as much. But I have been living on the following foods:
1. FAGE Greek Yogurt. (I’ve mentioned this recently) This thick creamy Greek yogurt is my favorite—happens to be Baby A’s too. I finally got M. to ditch the overly sugared crap for it and now, with a bit of honey, it’s his favorite too.
2. Zen Muffins, preferrably the raspberry/blueberry oat variety. These are high fiber, naturally sweet, and vegan. I started eating these for breakfast when I commuted 40 miles on the 405 freeway to work. They’re the perfect car breakfast.
3. Yogurt cheese. M. discovered this cheese at Trader Joe’s. It’s dairy without the lactose-induced issues. Best part is that it melts well.
4. Almond Butter. I could eat freshly ground nut butter by the spoonful. This is childhood on a spoon for me. The Scottsdale Whole Foods offers to grind almonds with chocolate. Yum! Especially when served on a toasted whole wheat bagel (that’s still warm) topped with raspberry whole fruit spread or bananas.
I started today with Alexander slamming his head into my nose. No blood; just pain. All day there has been pain. In honesty, today hasn’t been a great day because of how it started. Now, I could sit here an opine and go on about how children have no idea about what is around them or even how they don’t realize how hard their little noggins are. But, I’ll spare you.
That’s why for today, the only thing I am thankful for is that my very Greek/Italian nose is in one piece.
If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know that I am no stranger to waking up early. Since we’ve moved back to Los Angeles though, Baby A wakes me up. No more. Today I start my being-productive-while-you-sleep mornings. Now that A is older and M needs to be at work earlier, I need mornings to be my time: my time to write, my time to work, my time to read.
I came to this conclusion of repurposing the way I approached my mornings when I was staying up too late and not spending time with M. By the time the baby is in bed I don’t feel like working (though I should). Instead I want to enjoy the little time each day we have together, but can’t because I’m worrying about what I need to be doing. The cycle ends today.
The house is still. The streets are quiet. My tea is ready. I am awake and ready for my day to begin. It’s a good thing I’ve always been a morning person.
Currently, I’m lusting after a pair of Tory Burch “Anya” Huarache Sandals. They’re ridiculously expensive and for some reason I want them. Nevermind that I bought a pair for $20 (albeit not in gold) when I was in high school. Nevermind that I’m stalking my postman for checks. Nevermind that fall is around the corner. I dream of these shoes and all the outfits that they’ll breathe new life into.
The last time I had such a shoe crush was last spring (or, maybe two summers ago). I first saw the silver Stuart Weitzman Gladio sandal and fell in love. I had other expenses so I settled for admiring them from afar. “Eventually, I’ll get them,” I thought. Then I got pregnant and gained 60 pounds (mostly in my feet). There was no way that I was going to buy the shoes then. I still pine for those shoes.
I know these wants are just that—wants. Having either pair won’t fulfill my life, but I enjoy how they spark my imagination and for a brief moment, expand my closet in my head.