June 13, 2009 at 11:06 am · Filed under daily
Wow. It’s been a while since I’ve updated. There’s not a lot going on, except that there has been everything going on. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year that we’ve made the birth announcements for Lily. And now she’s almost one year old.
Since last I posted here, several things have happened. Exciting things.
- I’ve started a new job — on Wednesday, in fact. I’m excited about the prospects, and will be a little protective of it until I feel safe enough to announce what I do in public. It’s an awesome job, nonetheless.
- We’ve hired two cleaning ladies to come and deep clean our home twice a month, so I don’t have to do it on the weekends on my day off. Dave does all the other daily and weekly chores (what a man, huh?) while I’m at work. But it’s not fair for him to do even the deep cleaning stuff, and I don’t want to do them when I can be playing with Lily on my off days. It’s the best decision/investment we’ve made regarding the house in a long time.
- Lily is now 11 months old! And doing so many great things! Check out her website for details on all the new, exciting things she’s doing!
I will update more as the time goes.
May 5, 2009 at 8:38 pm · Filed under daily, heart, thoughts
I’m having a hard time keeping up with my blogs. I remember back in the day when I had 3 million things to do everyday, such as a full-time job, and graduate school (which was seriously the most challenging thing I’ve done until I had a baby), and getting married, planning a wedding, moving, etc. Even during all of those periods in my life, I was still able to keep up with all my blogging. It wasn’t hard to do. I always had time, or always made time, to write in my sites because that was what kept me sane. My passion for writing never really left.
Until, well, until I had a baby. Suddenly, priorities shifted, and taking care of myself came second. I’m still balancing what it means to be my own woman and a wife and a mother all at the same time. Some days I think I have it down pat, and other days I feel like I’m struggling. What a big life change this has become. I mean, I always knew that, going into motherhood, but wow. I didn’t actually realize it until I was in the depths of it, y’know? I love this little bundle of joy so much that sometimes my body actually vibrates from all this love. And then before I know it, I’ve forgotten to eat, forgotten to sleep well, forgotten to do yoga (since October — ugh), etc.
I am absolutely, horridly jealous of Dave that he can stay home with Lily like this. I feel like I am missing out so much. However, I am also absolutely ecstatic that he has this time with her because the bond that he’s getting with her, just the two of them, is something so magical to witness. She just laughs and lights up when he enters the room. Before I went back to work full time, Lily’s world just consisted of “Mommy”… and now that Daddy takes care of her during the day for 4 days a week, she’s expanded that world to include him, and I love seeing how much trust she has in him, how much love she has for him, and how much excitement is in her eyes when she sees him. Nothing else warms a mother’s heart as much as seeing her child bond with her daddy.
(Are people already thinking of Black Friday sales? It’s not even summer yet!)
April 22, 2009 at 8:08 pm · Filed under daily
Okay so there haven’t been much going on in the life of Helen as of late. Same old stuff. Work, family, Miss Lily growing and growing and growing. It’s incredible how fast she’s growing. My life revolves around my family. It’s really nice to be able to have a job that allows me to do that too. In general, life is good, and life is easy. Can’t ask for more, really.
Would you believe it – Lily’s already 9 months old, and we’re still trying to find a proper routine. I feel like once we get it down, she changes and grows again, and we have to “fix” our old routine to accommodate her. Sometimes I wonder how I even manage to eat during the day. Raising a little baby is hard work, and sometimes I think babies are natural appetite suppressants! Before I know it, breakfast and lunch times have passed and all I’ve eaten is maybe a couple of chips here and there, and some water. Oi. I eat better when I’m at work. But I need to fix this when I’m at home. Not good!
All in all, things are well. With our lives so revolved around the baby, Dave and I are hoping to get away for a bit to see a movie sometime soon. And we’re planning a family vacation in the summer, for our 2nd year anniversary. Woohoo!
March 17, 2009 at 9:18 pm · Filed under daily
It’s been a long, long day. Tuesdays are my 11-hour days. I barely get home in time to give Lily a goodnight sleep and put her to bed. I get to do half the routine with her, as her daddy does the first half until I’m back. She seems very agitated, he said, unless she sees me before going down. So I get my giggles and my good night cuddles and off she goes. I get maybe 2 or 3 hours with her on Tuesdays. It hurts the heart. Really it does. But I’m comforted that she gets her daddy time during these days I have to work, and I get her for three-day weekends. They are building a really sweet bond together, and it makes me happy to see that.
And somehow, with all this working and housework and stuff to do, I still manage to get a layout up. A very simple out, but I was getting so tired of that last one, something had to be done! I’m super mama, don’tcha know?! Heh. I can do it all, except research term life insurance online quotes because that’s kinda boring. But everything else, I can do it.
An update on the development of my cubicle at work. A little more personalized, but still not yet “Helen”… It will get there in time.
And now, it’s time for the super mama to go to bed. Nighters, yo.
March 8, 2009 at 10:25 am · Filed under daily
It’s been a very busy week. My sister was in town for the whole week, off for her spring break, and while I was very happy to see her (I was looking forward to it), I was given about two days’ notice of her arrival (she’s the queen procrastinator), so I wasn’t able to have a lot of time to prepare for it. I ended up having to work most of the days she was here, and she was kept busy by Dave and Lily. The good news for this arrangement was that she got to spend a lot of time with Lily Bean, in a more relaxed setting: at home. She and Dave babysat her while I was at work, and this enabled my little girl to get to know her Auntie Sophie a lot more. By the end of the week, it was all giggles and smiles whenever Lily saw Auntie Sophie. It was very sweet.
Yesterday was her last day here, and I took her to the bus shuttle station. I had a good time while she was here. It’s nice having her around. She’s my best friend, outside of Dave and Lily. Being near her makes me really happy. I love my baby sister, especially now since she’s no longer “little” and we communicate on a more “adult” level. It’s nice. I miss her now, that she’s not around. Luckily, she’s been able to visit quite often — several times a year, especially since Lily’s been born. The flight here from North Carolina is sometimes up to 10 or 11 hours, but she’s been a trooper and she takes it all in stride. So we appreciate when she’s able to come visit us. When Lily is older, we’ll be able to make the trip to see her, and the tables will be turned!
At work, things are going pretty smoothly. Orientation is pretty much over, and I’m getting acquainted with having my own caseload. I already have three clients. Since I’ve done this exact type of work at my old job, the new boss feels pretty comfortable just letting me get on with it sooner rather than later. I am loving my new team of counselors, as everyone is educated, intelligent, compassionate, and cooperative. I am loving my new boss; he reminds me a bit of my practicum supervisor, Leaf, and I adored Leaf. The whole atmosphere is pretty relaxed. I feel like I’m treated equally, right, and valued in this job. I like it. It makes the work that much easier to do. I’m in the middle of decorating my little cubicle. Right now, it looks pretty bare, but it will be all spiffed up in no time!
I have to make it look personalized and cool so that all those electronics at the bottom of the desk aren’t the main focal point when you see my desk! I’m very happy with work. The only complaint, as I said before, is that it takes my time away from Lily. But, it’s a lot closer to home, and I see her more often than I did when I was working in Bellingham, so all is good with the world again.
Dave is managing well at home with Lily Bean. First few days, she wasn’t doing so well — she refused to nap for him and didn’t eat so well, and was very cranky throughout the day. She kept looking for me and wondering where I was and why I wasn’t the one who was putting her down for her nap. Poor baby. It just broke my heart. But now she’s doing a lot better, back to her normal schedule, and she’s treating her Daddy well. I couldn’t be happier. I love my family.
March 1, 2009 at 1:23 pm · Filed under daily
I don’t know if I’ve already updated everyone about my thyroid issues that I was talking about post-postpartum a few months ago. But I recently had it checked out and it looked like I did have postpartum thyroiditis. That sounds weird, but basically what it means is that my thyroids went crazy after the pregnancy, and as a result, I had hyperthyroidism. This gave my body the superhuman ability to lose tons and tons of weight in a short amount of time. You may think this is a great thing, but it’s not. It also enabled me to be extremely tired or extremely active, hyper heartbeat, weary, fatiqued from time to time, and have a low appetite. I was hoping I’d be able to keep some of the weight I gained during pregnancy, as gaining weight has always been more difficult for me. I gained 36 pounds, but after 5 months, I had lost it all, and some. Now, I weigh just a tad less than I did before I got pregnant. Oi.
But, the good news is that the thyroiditis seems to have disappeared, as per the results of my last bloodwork. I can feel it because I have more energy during the day and am more able to sleep better during the night (well, at least when Lily lets me sleep, that is). My appetite is coming back (though not as ferocious as when I was pregnant — boy I ate like a flippin’ horse when I was pregnant!), and I don’t feel like I should be skipping meals anymore. Sometimes that can be dangerous for me.
When my hormones were going whack at the very height of my thyroiditis thingamajig, I felt like I was taking 52343243 weight loss pills a day or something. It was that bad. I was losing so much weight, too quickly, in such a short time. And try as I might, I just was never hungry to eat enough. I’m so glad my body is finally starting to take care of itself again. Being a busy, working mom can be hard on the body and I sometimes forget to take care of myself because I’m always taking care of Lily. But, if I don’t take care of myself, how would I have the strength to take care of Lily, right?
Dave and I are trying to figure out and create some sort of routine with Lily, especially now that I’m back at work. Since my work schedule is full-time, though “time flexible” (which means I get to make my own schedule), not all the work days look like each other, unfortunately. This makes it a little hard on Baby Lily because she never really knows when Mommy is going to leave and when Mommy is coming back home. Poor baby. Regardless, I am trying to stick to the bare minimum of routine: I wake up with her and do her morning routine, and I do her bedtime routine with her. The middle is Dave’s job. He does well with it. But I want to be the first person she sees in the morning, and the last person she sees at night before she goes to bed. It’s just important to me because I don’t get to play with her during the day as often as I did anymore.
The good thing, though, about our new schedule is that I get 3-day weekends every week. This works out well because I can bust my ass off 4 days a week, and get time with Dave and Lily the other 3 days, in a row. It doesn’t feel too bad, it doesn’t feel like I’m “leaving” her everyday because I get to spend a lot of time with her a little less than half the week. That’s more than a lot of parents can say, y’know? Not every parent is as fortunate as I am, and I remember that everyday.
February 27, 2009 at 10:39 pm · Filed under thoughts
I’ve just started my new job — this was my first week, and today was my third day. I am beyond happy being at this new place. The people are friendly, the pay is awesome (almost twice as much as I was making), the work itself is ideal and realistic, the location is closer to home. In fact, pretty much everything sits well with me regarding this job so far. The only thing I don’t like about it is that it takes me away from Lily during the day, but that can’t be helped during these times: that’s what I have to do when I’m a working mother. It gives me comfort that she is at home with her Daddy, getting the best possible care that I can imagine outside of getting it from me.
These days, my priorities have definitely changed. Ah, the days of old, when my time can be spent on the internet, updating my 23423423 sites, and making new layouts like I change underwear (which is, by the way, everyday). Now, I can hardly find the energy to update any one of my sites more than maybe once a week. It’s what happens when priorities change, when I grow up, when different things matter. I still have my wonderful online friends, and I have my wonderful offline friends, and they all mean the world to me, and I try to keep in touch with each one of them on individual levels as much as I can.
The more I work in this field — defending the children, helping the poor, being useful to my community, being *part* of my community — the more I realize where exactly life happens. I saw a bumper sticker on this car today, while driving to work, and it said, “We are not human beings going through a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a human experience.”
Isn’t it so true? No matter what part of the religious spectrum you belong in — from atheist to extreme Christian/Buddhist/Muslim/etc. — you are still a spiritual being. More than just flesh and bone and meat and organs. More than just a breath. There is a mind behind that breath, and soul behind that heartbeat. No one can deny that. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that each day of my existence needs to be made special. What am I doing to make this life better for not just me, but for all of those I love, and for those I cannot see or touch or even know about? It’s not just me in this life. It is my family, my friends, my neighbors, and yes, even the strangers I pass everyday. What am I doing that helps this universe become more balanced, more beautiful, more enriching? What am I doing, as a spiritual being, to improve upon the way we live, as a collective whole?
I can tell you one thing for sure. I am making a very conscious effort not to be bitchy, mean, heartless, cruel. At least not on purpose. Sure, I have my moments were I am angry with the world, where I fight with myself, where I want to scream and yell at how mistreated I feel. Sure, I have my moments where all I want to do is bitch and rant and be petty. But, I am happy to report, proud to report, that those days are becoming fewer and farther between. I am proud to be working to stop bullying in the community, the schools, the homes. I am proud to fight for the underdog. The abused. The neglected. I am proud to not be part of the problem.
And I stand up for what I believe in. I stand up for the rights of others as well as myself. So when I see an ex-friend of mine being just needlessly cruel, just for the sake of being cruel, it really upsets me. Most days, it doesn’t really, actually. But some days, it gets to me more than I would like. I am willing to admit that I too, am human and that I too, make petty mistakes and I too, can be as childish and irrational as the next bitch. But, what I will not own up to, because it is simply not true, is that I go *out of my way* to make others feel bad.
Xandy “Star” Litz Stevenson (aka Xandy Stevenson, aka Xandy Litz, aka Star Stevenson, Xandy Santa Agueda, “Genevieve Star” or whatever — man, this girl has so many aliases, it’s no wonder no one knows who she really is), who I used to call one of my very best friends (and I am not ashamed to admit it, nor would I ever discount it or deny it, either), is someone I am incredibly disappointed in. When we used to be close, which admittedly was quite some time ago — quite a few years ago, in fact — I thought she was one of my favorite people in the world. We got along well, we were two peas in a pod, she was someone I trusted, and I know I was someone she trusted. Well, like many good things, it came to an end. Without going into the details of why it came to an end (some of you already know, and others who don’t for sure already guessed, I imagine), I could safely say that hey, it was probably for the better. We didn’t end things on bad terms. I admittedly still visited her site(s) from time to time, just to see how she was doing. While some of her hobbies or opinions I did not agree with, I still respected her, and I still loved her, in a sense. I still remembered what it was like to have a good friend in her, and I was okay with that. I was okay with not having her actively in my life, because what I remember was good enough to hold me over.
Does that make any sense?
But, the key word here is: respectED. I no longer respect Xandy. Over the years, I gradually stopped checking up on her. Mostly because I became busy with life, with work, with getting married and making a baby and all that stuff. Partly also because I became bored with her reports of how much she spent (seriously, who cares?), and her snippets. Yes, her snippets.
And everything that went with the snippets. When she first started them, they were silly. Fun to read. Really entertaining. And general opinions about the nuances of the world that my lovely Xandy (“Star”) noticed. They were witty and intelligent. Some of them were even sweet. I remember commenting on many of them in the good ol’ days, when things were nice. When she wasn’t a bitch. A bitch on purpose, that is. I remember when she was respected and loved by her peers, and by me. I remember when the snippets were simply ramblings of everyday life (as she claims they are now, but they realistically aren’t). Now, they are mean. Cruel. Unnecessary. And just plain… disgusting.
Her disclaimer, which says they are merely universal rants, is even more disgusting. Her reasoning, her excuse, her rationale, for writing such hateful comments and putting such negative, toxic energy out into the universe is “laughable” (using one of her favorite words here) and untrue. How could any of these snippets be “universal ramblings”? How could any of them *not* be targeted at individual people unnecessarily? How could the mean ones even be excused to merely be a small display of her general dislike for the world from time to time?
Xandy claims that she is merely “venting” and “ranting” because she doesn’t want to hold anything in. It’s not healthy, after all. I can agree with that. I’m a therapist, after all. I encourage people to appropriately and healthily release their feelings to the world. Let it out. I’m a fan of laying it all on the table. But seriously, to do it in such a toxic, chemically disgusting way as the way Xandy does it is utterly uncalled for. It is unnecessarily cruel, and it is mean. And I just don’t like it.
Now, don’t get me wrong. You know probably as well as the next person that I can have the reputation for being unnecessarily blunt as well. But seriously, I can honestly say that during those moments when I *am* unnecessarily blunt, I am not doing so to make others feel bad. It isn’t my intention. I can tell you that much. And afterwards, I apologize for hurting anyone’s feelings. It’s not nice living with the label of “bitch.” Been there, done that. It’s easier and softer on the soul to be calm and collected, to be good to yourself and to others.
Snippets such as:
Sob, sob, cry, cry, piss & moan. Heard it all before!
How is that a “general” target at the universe? When I read this, and this is just ONE example, I get the distinct impression that Xandy here is talking directly to someone. Complaining about someone. Whining and pissing and moaning and sobbing and crying about someone in particular. Because really, why would anyone in their sane mind (or rather, Xandy’s sane mind) be complaining about the general universe sobbing and crying and pissing and moaning? Doesn’t make sense.
So I am left to conclude, alongside with so many other people who have talked with me — both her friends and her un-friends, mind you — that Xandy is lying in her disclaimer. That indeed, these are about real people. This is just a wimpy way of confronting them. And, when even her closest friends have doubts that these snippets may be about them — what is Xandy’s real goal in putting these negative vibes out there?
Now, I got the reports from several sources that in person, Xandy is a very sweet girl. I don’t doubt it. After all, I was once her friend. We even talked on the phone a few times. We sent care packages to each other. I never had any sort of complaint, and still don’t, that she was a very good friend to me. She was nothing if not polite, sweet, lovely, kind to me. I don’t doubt that she is like this in person. But, if so, why would she feel the need to be the exact polar opposite on the internet? Her favorite quote is: “Be who you are and say what you think because those that care don’t matter and those that matter don’t care.” (by Dr. Seuss) I love that quote. But, if she is to live by that quote, which is the real “her” then? Is it the sweet, loving, kind person who people know in “real life,” or is the bitch persona that she portrays herself as on the internet?
Who *is* she?
And, why would a real, sweet person take all this time to make herself one of the most hated figures on the internet?
I also hear that Xandy is a believer of The Secret. Being a fan of it myself (after all, my mindmirror site is based off of its foundation), I don’t understand how she is living up to its fundamental and core standards. If Xandy is a believer of The Secret, wouldn’t she be wanting to visualize and ask for GOOD things in her life? Thus, in turn, wouldn’t she be projecting beautiful, positive, wonderful things into the universe, so that she can receive them right back into her own life? Would she be putting toxins out there, so that she can receive toxins in her life? Because with these snippets, that’s all that her karma is inviting, isn’t it? She’s just inviting hate into her life. She’s inviting “sob, sob, whine, whine” into her life. And judging from all the hate that I’ve seen directed at her, she’s got exactly what she has been asking for: stalkers and haters.
I am so ashamed now, to have called her my friend. Once upon a time, this person was someone I respected and was one of the first people I can’t wait to talk with and share my secrets with. Now, she is nothing but a hated figure. A figure who projects negativity, hatred, toxins into her life and the lives of those around her. A person who has “stalkers” (who don’t stalk her because they love her, but who stalk her because they can’t wait to see her fail and fall on her face) and haters (who hate her because she hates others). A person who has “enemies” at the age of 30. A person who is living her life just to “spite” other people. A person who is staying in a failed and broken marriage to “show up” the others, to prove them wrong. A person who can’t be happy in her own skin unless she is making other people unhappy.
That makes me sad. I stay away now, but it haunts me from time to time. It makes me sad that I’ve known someone like this. It makes me sad that she’s changed so much over the years. It makes me sad that she can’t be happy with just who she is inside. It makes me sad that she’s blackening her good name by being someone so ugly. It makes me sad that she has so many people who hate her, because the person I knew once upon a time was a beautiful, sweet person. A person I wouldn’t mind getting to know again if chance permits. It makes me sad that she can’t trust herself, let alone trust anyone else, to come close enough to her to love her unconditionally. It makes me sad that she is pushing people away so they can’t hurt her. It makes me sad that when I try to look the other way, she is hurting my friends. It sometimes makes me angry too, but mostly, it makes me sad.
And all I can really do, I suppose, is not play the game. I don’t like the snippets, so I won’t do them myself. This is why I’ve named names. I don’t like the game that is being played, so I’m not playing it. This will be the only post I make about this. I just had to get it off my chest. Because I don’t like the games being played, and I will not be one to make “random” snippets like her. I can only, from now on, wish her well, and try my best not to be so angry and sad. I will also, as hard as it is sometimes, send positive energy out there for her. Because it looks like she needs it more now than she ever has before.
I see so many beautiful people out there. People who are struggling everyday but go out of their way to make other people feel good. I see strangers helping strangers. I see people being treated fairly when there really isn’t any other reason to except that it’s the right thing to do. I see people doing small, but great things. I see homeless people helping children. I see hookers having self-respect. I see so many good things. And it makes me sad that sometimes, I also see the bad, mean things.
But, all I can do is what I can do. No more, no less.
February 19, 2009 at 11:48 am · Filed under daily
Spring is *almost* here. Yes, even in British Columbia, where rain and recently, snow have dictated our weather. We look out the window and it’s beautiful and sunny. Still a little chilly as far as temperature goes, but the *look* of it all is deceiving! It looks gorgeous outside! All the leaves are coming back on the trees, and the flowers are blooming. Everywhere I look, there are beautiful trees all around us. Makes me appreciate and remember why I love living here so much, even despite the gloomy rain half of the year. Hah! The maple trees are here, the Elm trees are blooming, the evergreens, of course, are always green. But still, it’s nice to see that green is coming back in style!
Today, I’m taking Lily Bean with me to Bellingham to visit with some friends. A long day for the little one. Hopefully she won’t mind too much and will be a good sport about it. Dave isn’t coming with us, so today is our first “outing” together, she and I — at least for that long of a period. I’m excited. We have a lunch date AND a dinner date. I hope she eats well today. She’s so distracted when we have company or when we do something different that’s outside of our normal daily routine. We shall see. I’m just waiting for her to wake up so I can get her ready and so we can go!
February 10, 2009 at 10:11 pm · Filed under heart
I find myself dancing through my days according to what Lily Bean is up to. Will she be having peas, carrots, or pears today? My whole identity has changed in just a short period of time. When I say that I am “enjoying being a mother,” you have no idea what an understatement that is. Seriously, I am _enjoying_ being a mother. Like, there is absolutely no other joy out there that feels this good. Ten thousand times better than having an awesome meal. Ten thousand times better than quenching your thirst for water. Ten thousand times better than taking a hot bath after a long day. I am really, truly _enjoying_ being a mother. Seriously.
I suppose I always knew that I was a “nurturing” person in general. After all, I wouldn’t be a therapist, a counselor, a shrink, if that weren’t the case, right? I knew I would feel up to the task of caring for another helpless, innocent, completely true and beautiful little creature. I knew I would be able to handle it, as I’ve always taken my responsibilities seriously. I always knew that if given the chance, I would be able to love unconditionally, whole-heartedly, and completely. I always knew those things.
But somehow, I didn’t really truly fathom the depth of this type of love. My mother always talked about it, but her language was more threatening than loving. “I love you so much that you owe me your life.” Her own custom promotional product advertising how much my life was worth. I never really felt that her love was unconditional, no matter how much she swore it was. Just because it was usually accompanied by a threat, a if-then statement, a condition. “I love you unconditionally, so you better not disappoint me.”
I suppose in a way, I was afraid of being a mother. I think every good woman is. The realization of giving the best of yourself without expecting anything in return is frightening. Hoping that whatever your faults may be, that whatever your struggles are, your best is yet to be given to this tiny creature you helped bring into this world. She is your responsibility, so you better do right by her. And she owes you nothing because you created her out of your will, your love, your sheer motivation for the appreciation of life and the universe. Was the Big Bang planned because God thought it was time he was appreciated? No. Motherhood wasn’t planned merely for the same reason, either.
I want to do right by this little creature. Right now, our relationship is something made of fantasies and daisies. The love is powerful, the bond is there, the relationship is intact. She cries when I leave the room. She calls for me sometimes in the middle of the night to comfort here. There is often only one person who can make her world right again, and that’s me. To know that you have that infinite power to make another person that happy, that satisfied, and feel that safe. Wow, that’s amazing. I hope I don’t screw this up. For the love of God, and for the love of my daughter, I hope I don’t screw this up.
Because seriously, she is worth everything that I have in me. She is worth every little mistake I made in the past. Every little tear I shed. Just so that all the bad could be forgotten and forgiven so that all that is left is good, and all the good is put into her. I’m a mother now, and I can’t be more terrified of this role.
February 1, 2009 at 2:56 pm · Filed under daily
It’s Sunday and I am just so darn happy it’s still the weekend. I sort of had a 3-day weekend, but Friday was a very busy day, so I could hardly count it as a “free” day. Dave had a stiff neck and couldn’t move his whole body all of Friday and part of Saturday, so I spent most of the day trying to help him be comfortable (to no success, unfortunately) and taking care of the Lily Bean and catching up on housework. I am exhausted. I’m not ready to go back to work tomorrow, but it will have to do for now. Last night, I had some good rest since Lily Bean decided to grace us with a full night’s sleep with no wake-ups, so I was able to get my full 8-9 hours of sleep.
These days, we’re dealing with some ups and downs with Lily’s sleeping schedule. She used to be like clockwork — down by 9p, sometimes earlier, but almost never much later. Now it’s anywhere between 8:30p and 10:30p. It’s driving us nuts. I want her to have an earlier bedtime — at the latest 8p, not 10:30p! So, yeah, we’re dealing with that. It’s not too bad though. As far as the spectrum goes, she’s still a very good baby and her sleep habits aren’t as bad as many babies I’ve heard about, so I can definitely thank my stars.
I’ve got a lot of things to do, and a lot on my mind. Quite frankly, this year hasn’t started so well in a lot of ways, but I keep reminding myself that I’ve got food on the table, a loving family to come home to everyday, a beautiful vibrant little baby girl, my good health, etc. etc. etc. Things are all well. I am reminded constantly how fortunate I really am. After all, I know people out there who are not only suffering from this economic downturn, but also dealing with health issues like Mesothelioma. We should be so lucky we still have our health to carry us through the bad times.
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