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Coffee Break

I love the blog posts I’ve seen others do that are written as if we’re sitting and having coffee today. I’ve had all sorts of random thoughts floating through my head, so it’s time for a coffee date!

Coffee, water, and half a doughnut

Today over coffee, I’d tell you …

Time flies when you’re not looking. I know many moms of young children (myself included) wish some of the endless witching hours would go away. We hate it when people say, “Treasure these times! They go so fast!” because they feel interminable when things are not going well, aren’t fun, and are fraught with stress about discipline, illness, and other “are we making the right call?” choices.

My littlest moved into his big boy bed the other night. My daughter had a father-daughter dance this weekend and looked too grown-up in some of her pictures. I went with my oldest on a field trip to the zoo and he wrote a narrative zoo journal about his trip.

My catalogue of tiny baby memories for each of them is growing the tiniest bit slimmer every day, but I’m adding to their bigger kid catalogues. It’s wonderful and bittersweet. Time does fly, at least outside of those crazy times.

Did you hear that Iran wants to start promoting their country as a tourist destination? I would love to someday visit Iran as a tourist. Yes, really. There’s so much history and so many beautiful places to experience. But seriously … The risks of traveling there seem to far outweigh the non-risks. I’ll content myself for now with dreaming of a someday trip to Cuba. Maybe one day more “forbidden” places will be safe and open for travel.

It’s almost time to start my Hypnobabies again. Except I seem to have misplaced my workbook … Ugh. Hypnobabies is a self-hypnosis, guided meditation and relaxation way of prepping for labor and delivery … And the last trimester of pregnancy, and the early postpartum days too, in my opinion. I know, I know – how crunchy.

I started HB during my pregnancy with Nora as a way to last longer before the epidural. (You can read more about her birth here.) I used it again, although not as diligently, when pregnant with Jude. (His story here.) Even if I still end up the epidural route, HB helps so much in the mental processes around pregnancy, labor, and delivery that I still think it’s worthwhile. It’d be nice to NOT have the epidural (and the possibility of a spinal headache, the epidural shakes and chills, the dropping blood pressure), but I’m not going to presume anything. I’ll aim for a positive experience in whatever way that comes to me and this baby.

And HB helps me sleep better. I can definitely use some of that!

My job is … Fine. I’m not in a super-excited place about it, but I’m not super-negative about it. Maybe it’s contentment? That’s at least something to aim for. And super excitement isn’t something I necessarily want leading up to maternity leave. This may be a good time for exploration within the job and the possibilities I’ve been too busy to examine during other periods.

I think this baby likes yoga. I haven’t been as good about getting a short practice or two in during the week. I did 20 minutes tonight, and I could really tell the (tight) difference in my hips and legs. After even just those 20 minutes, the baby started moving around and kicking more than I’d felt other evenings. I think s/he appreciates the room around their room now!

One of these days I’m going to leave an entry exactly as typed and auto-corrected to see if it makes any sense at all. The iPad just changed “baby started” to “baby’s tatted” in the last paragraph. I mean, come on.

Grinch List

Last week was “Grinch Week” in Holidailies world. I didn’t think I’d have a lot to say for each separate day, plus I’m trying to grow my niceness factor and quit being so crabby.

(I don’t think it’s working yet.)

Instead, I give you … MY GRINCH LIST.

  • Holiday pet peeves. Everyone’s got at least one. What’s yours?
    Elf on the Shelf, which conveniently answers another question this week. I hate the smug little stalker. I want my kids to behave because they’re well-behaved children, not because some creepy elf is hanging around and scaring them. Looks like a ventriloquist dummy dressed up for the holidays.
  • What beloved holiday movie / TV show /play just leaves you cold?
    It’s a Wonderful Life. One year, back in the day before only one network had the license or whatever to air it, it was on EVERY DAY. We were made to watch at least part of it every time it was on. I don’t care how good or classic it is, I can’t stand it.
    Also The Christmas Story. I don’t get it.
  • Kids these days! 

    (alternative title – “Back in *my* day…)
    With their iPresents and undead dolls with the weird make-up … we had plastic women with unrealistic measurements promoting insane body image issues and WE LIKED IT.

  • Tell us about that traditional holiday food you just can’t stand.
    Pumpkin pie … I will just say that the texture leaves a lot to be desired, and the taste doesn’t make up for it.
  • What currently popular meme / trend do you just not get?
    Chevrons. Washed-out professional photography. The “ermagherd” thing. Weird animals caps-locking their angst at me.
  • What holiday tradition do you wish would please just go away?
    “12 Days of” everything. Really? It’s not creative, original, or accurate. New Christmas marketing gimmick, please.

Get off my lawn, you rotten kids!

My Friday Five (Senses)

Full disclosure: I am GRUMPY. Cranky, irritated, and crabby.

Back in the day, one of my favorite journallers used to do a Friday Five – five questions, posted on your journal / blog / whatever we had. This isn’t quite the same, but I’ve noticed lots of “Friday Fives” so why not this one.

Feeling: COLD. Yesterday morning it was 73F when I went for my run. This morning it was 40F, and that’s where the temperature has hovered all day. So I am curled up in my cozy pajama pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt, trying to not let the cold grump me even more.

Seeing: My Fair Wedding. I know, I know. It’s not exactly helping the grump factor. It’s like my junk food, though. Speaking of …

Eating: Doritos, mint M&Ms, plain M&Ms. I need to check the calendar.

Hearing: Silence, other than the television. A sleeping baby, sleeping preschooler, and sleeping kindergartner. I’m pretty sure the latter has the beginnings of strep, which is perfect timing since we’re about to start a weekend that was supposed to be filled with many things to do. Also, the husband has had last week’s stomach virus today. I know how that felt, and it was miserable. I hope they both feel better soon … and they don’t spread their germs.

Smelling: I’m in the mood for some level of cozy, home-y scents, so I’ve turned on my Snowman scented wax warmer. (My one holiday decoration so far.) Black raspberry vanilla, as chosen by the preschooler.

(GRUMP.)

Note to self.
Note to self.

Wait – who are you?

I know I have an “About me” link up there in the header, but I just realized that maybe, just maybe …

I should pause …

Re-introduce myself …

Give a little context …

That sort of thing. Especially for Holidailies and people who may not know me and why I’m all “Babies! Running! Blah!” all the time.

You’ve already gathered, I think, that I’m Erin.

I have three kids. (You probably have guessed this. For one thing, the category navigation on the right is a dead giveaway.)

I don’t work at home.

I run (slowly) because I want to be healthy. I take ridiculous pictures after the runs because I’m in a contest with my husband to have the worst post-run picture. It was a lot easier to win in August.

I post these pictures online because I want different images of fitness on the internet and in my kids’ lives.

When it was just me and my cats, I’d blog all the time. Now I typically write in December of most years, when my brother reminds me of Holidailies.

(He’s not my brother by blood, but by that feeling of “Oh! I’ve found you!” when life randomly connects you to a brain and heart so similar yet different that you know you must need each other.)

And I love Holidailies. I love it for the sense of family reunion, of so many familiar faces coming back together after 15ish years of writing online, joining together, and maybe going separate ways.

So there you go — context. Maybe?

Also: I hate chevrons. I hate them so much as a design motif that I thought about buying the domain name “ihatechevrons.com.” I may also be a grumpy old man.

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