Eight years. How’s that for a hiatus?

Sleep Like a Baby

The thing I hate the most about parenting is baby sleep.

I know, I HATE something about parenting? But seriously. We all HATE something about parenting, even if we don’t know it.

You have to protect it. Make it a priority. Keep an eye out for signs of sleepiness (while you’re keeping an eye out for safety hazards and poking the dog in the eye – the baby/toddler not me). And every little thing hangs on getting that baby to nap. But the baby doesn’t want to nap or doesn’t want to nap long enough. And when she cries you think “look toots, you had your chance for a nap” but your tension level rises a little (a lot) because you’re faced with the questions in your head “do I put her down again? do we power through? should we go for a walk to see if she sleeps? a drive? a beer?”.

If you have more than one kid it suddenly becomes a dance, one that you’ll probably never be very good at, to get the basics of life taken care of, to give the kids enough attention and to FREAKING GET THEM TO SLEEP. Oh and maybe a little time for you, too.

I want to lighten up, you know? I don’t want this to baby sleep thing to be everything and I have this idea that everyone else has it down so pat that no one will even understand what I’m saying here.

Any suggestions for lightening up?

When the whole world fills with snot and sore throats and sleepless nights its hard to surface enough to write a blog post. Or to think or to run.

I did try to run. I ran the day after I started doing the 30 Day Shred workouts and all I can say is that shred isn’t too far off the mark in terms of how you feel the next day. It isn’t that motivation to run is lacking, rather its motivation to carve out the time to run that is the problem. Its too easy to say that today is too busy, too hard, too uncertain. It isn’t the physical exertion that I am avoiding, its actually taking the time to myself that I am avoiding. A bit of mommy martyr going on, I think.

But I did do my first adventure race – the Carmel Amazing Adventure through Planet Adventure Racing. I’m going to try to gather some photos of the event and do a post all its own. I raced with my dad and it was a lot of fun.

So that’s my story.

Last week’s Zoom got a little wordy. I’m going to try to cut it down to size and keep it more about the run. It’s all about the run.

Goals: 4 runs, total miles-1o

Tuesday: 2.7 miles on the TREADMILL (dum dum dum). I have avoided the treadmill so far but it was so dang hot outside. It wasn’t too bad. I felt really dizzy when I got off (ear issues? Elevator’s do the same thing to me). But it was a good run. I averaged 4.5 miles per hour but got up to 5 mph for a good chunk of time, too. On Friday I want to do a 4 mile run and will do it on the treadmill if it continues to be Too Freaking Hot.

Will update as the drama unfolds!

This post is part of Calliope’s Summer Camp.

Day 7– What’s your favorite thing to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner? Do you read food blogs or would you ever consider writing one?

Oh, man. Food. I love food. It is so good when you eat it.

I haven’t had breakfast today so I’m going to wax especially poetic on this one.

Breakfast – pancakes. Fluffy, delicious pancakes with melted butter and syrup. Obviously, buttermilk pancakes everyday are horrible for your arteries so I make Honey Bran (or Flax) pancakes that use whole wheat flour and honey instead of sugar. They get a little fluff from some baking soda and they are actually quite delicious. I also use canola oil instead of butter to help with the fats.

Lunch – Lunch is just lunch. I like a good sandwich but it isn’t a meal I put a lot of thought in to.

Dinner – Have I mentioned that I love pizza? I do. I’m working on perfecting my own dough so that pizza can be 1)cheaper and 2)healthier than ordering out all the time. G is my partner in pizza crime because she loves it, too, and will always agree with me when I say we should make pizza for dinner. Its good to have a two year old in your corner.

I read food blogs off and on. The only one I read with any regularity is the Barefoot Kitchen Witch. I’ve used several of her recipes and I think she just seems like fun. I used to read Julia’s (of Here Be Hippogriff’s) but I don’t think she’s still posting recipes.

I don’t think I could ever write a food blog unless it was to be about how much cooking stresses me out. I’m either worried that it won’t be good or that it will take too long or that I will have to chop too many vegetables (I do not like chopping. Or mincing. I hate mincing – it’s just extra chopping.). I am also somewhat notorious for not reading a recipe in its entirety before I begin to cook. This means that I often don’t give myself enough time or I find that I don’t have a piece of equipment necessary for the recipe. In order to combat this stress I’m trying to perfect a few dishes (read: pancakes and pizza).

I am so hungry right now, people.

This post is part of Calliope’s summer camp.

Day 4: What has most surprised you about being an adult? What have you learned about yourself through blogging?

My eye is twitching like crazy right now. I hate typing on a netbook.

The thing that has surprised me the most about being an adult is my seemingly endless capacity to make mistakes. I’ve read today’s post for several of the other campers and I agree that I thought adulthood meant eating what I want to eat, wearing what I want to wear, living where I want to live. You know, capital F freedom. But at the core of it all, I thought I was right. I thought I was always right. I thought that what I wanted to eat, wear or where to live were easy questions with right answers and that I would move unerringly into adulthood.

I was wrong.

I think life is ultimately about change and changing circumstances mean that choices are hard and consequences may be even harder. And it is easy, nay expected, to make mistakes. I am not right, and probably rarely am.

But that’s okay, you know? I’m rarely right and neither are you. Its not the end of the world. Most mistakes don’t ruin us unless we let them. I haven’t blogged long enough, consistently enough to be able to say blogging has taught me X, but I think this is what I want from blogging. Putting it ‘out there’, airing my mistakes may be a sort of personal forgiveness. A way to say to myself, “Self, you are not alone as you stumble.”

 And if you feel alone, just know that I am stumbling here in the dark right beside you.

Me, Today

I am not blogging anonymously. Not that I mind if anyone else does, but after a lot of thought I decided that I want this blog to be about connections and if I want to connect it will be easier if I am just me from the get go. And in order to really be me, I thought it would be an interesting exercise to say “and this is what I look like day to day” – no frills (unless its a frilly day) and probably no makeup and probably weird hair. So here goes…