Tomorrow ends our week long Spring Break this year. I had made no plans up until last Saturday night. I didn't know how everyone was going to be, how we were going to feel, would everyone be healthy, would I want to do anything? Last year the kids went to old nanny's house. (I suspect in the future I'll have a hard time remembering when I say old city, new city...like, where was that again? ) So, instead of being vague, I'm just going to put in specifics. We went to New Orleans. That's where old nanny lives, Amy.
Anyway, this year the plan came together Saturday night it was just going to be the kids, meet in the middle, pick up later this week, etc.. but on Sunday morning the kids had assumed I was going, so when I said I hadn't planned to, my daughter actually said she reeeeeally wanted me to go. I actually thought about it when I woke up anyway because while a break from the kids would be nice, I was worried I would just sleep a lot and feel worse over the week. Maybe getting out of town, different scenery, etc would be good for me. So, we loaded up and drove.....and drove....and drove. Normally it's a 5.5-6 hour drive but it took us 7 because just lots of traffic.
The trip itself was fine....however Amy had gotten a new puppy 6 months ago....and staying in a house with an untrained out of control dog was very stressful. It was the jumpy kind that scratched the crap out of my son's back, legs, and even his face. Got my daughter's arms/legs too. I was getting pretty upset by it all and frankly was going to call it an early trip, but after awhile the dog settled somewhat. She kept it on a leash inside the house so it wouldn't run after all of us. I have my own thoughts about the dog i.e. she lets the dog be in control just like her child, but I would of course not say so. The kids had fun going up on the levy, we went to a park, they were able to go bowling, get snowballs.
I actually drove around places that I haven't been in 20 years. I actually started my career in New Orleans back in 2002 straight out of graduate school. Talk about culture shock--midwest to New Orleans. I drove by the little duplex I lived in....it's on a corner where my door faced one street, the other door faced the other, across the street from a block of park....and it felt like I had my own little place. If I'm not mistaken, my rent back then was $750/mo. It was hard in a way because I had all of these memories flood back when I was living there the first time, my parents and sister came to visit, etc., And, as I drove along the lakeshore and saw the water, I remembered rollerblading along there back when they didn't even have a great pedestrian place to do it. I remember the feelings of not having any cares, being nervous/apprehensive, but all in to learn about my new, first corporate america job....a complete freedom that existed when I had no one else to take care of. I actually had tears as well because it reminded me so much of when my mom was alive. I know I still have deep sorrow about her. I've never had anyone love me like my mom did....my soul was at peace when I was with her. Comforted, taken care of, nutured. So, I parked, got out of the car, and just sat on the bench overlooking the water....letting the tears roll.
Then, shortly after that I drove by our old pediatricians office and my worlds collided....my mom, my life before kids, life with kids. I'm not sure what I expected....well, that's not true, I expected to have this nostalgic tour and the 'hey cool 'remember when's'....and all these good feels, but honestly I just felt kind of sad. So, I had enough of that and went back to the kids. We did end up having a short trip anyway, because I slept pretty badly the entire time, I was really bothered by the dog, so we drove back on Wednesday....again, 7 hours home.
Thurs-today has been a bit trying because sleep is off w/ the kids too ( I curse daylight saving time) and there has been a lot of grouchiness w/ my girl, and even my son has lost his temper quite a bit. We all are a bit out of sorts now that I think about it. I'm looking forward to school on Monday, back to the swing w/ soccer practices and games, etc.. Weekends go much better when we are busy. Not sure I mentioned but we are all liking our new league for soccer.....it is a lot w/ the practices, but they are learning and having fun.
Some tidbits....
My son: His new vocabulary--'hey bro'....'that's sick'....he's 7, not seventeen. Our bedtime routine has changed over time..I used to read to them both in the rocker in my son's room, get them down in their beds, ping pong back and forth to tuck them in because usually one or the other would not stay until I came in....then as my girl got older she wasn't as interested in the books so she started to let me read to him, then come in to her.
For the longest when tucking in my son we would talk, then as I was leaving his room we would go: 'G'night'. 'Love you'. 'Sleep well'. 'See you in the morning'. 'Zizzer Zazzer Zuzz'. (this came from a version of Dr. Suess words) It had to be in that order or we'd have to start over. And with one of us starting it, then back and forth. Then we got cool and when it got to the zizzer part one of us would say,
ME-" Zizzer"
HIM-"Zazzer"
ME-"Zuzz"
Then we got even cooler by splitting up the last words:
ME:-“Zizz”, he’d shout out “ER”
ME:-“Zazz”, HIM-“ER”
ME:-“Zuzz”, HIM-“UH”….with each word getting progressively louder.
Eventually, this faded away after the longest time of this being our routine. Now, our newest thing is I lay next to him in his bed and we actually do a wordsearch puzzle. He really likes them and one day asked if we could do one right before bed. Sure thing. It's so cute he gets out several markers each time and he then let's me choose my marker color. Then he looks at the puzzle straight on, and I'm looking at it upside down and use my left hand. We try to finish one puzzle before I go into my girl's room. There's something very satisfying and relaxing about doing that puzzle w/ him before bed. I look forward to it actually!
My girl: She just shared w/ me that one of her good friends at school Hazel is moving. That makes me sad for her...I know that she makes friends easily, but after making a friend and spending all school year together, it will be an adjustment. She is really liking soccer. I'm glad to see that because we took a break from organized sports when we were going through issues last summer through the Fall. I felt we were finally at a point to let her try again this Spring, and it's going well. Not every day is smooth, but we've come a ways from where we've been.
Me: Next month in April it will be 2 years since working corporate america....the first year was spent taking care of kids during the pandemic, then second year was still the pandemic and was me just trying not to put pressure on myself about being productive, sleeping as much as I "needed" to and getting into a depression unknowingly. And now....I'm itchy, a bit lonely, and tired of sleeping. Now I'm feeling like I'm wasting time, not doing much during the day when the kids are at school. I do things...errands, calls, emails, and such....but I guess for me wasting time is not actively working on a project of some sort. I do still think I'm in a bit of a depression, but I'm not wanting to stay there. I reached out to the Y to ask about getting a trainer 2 times a week. I'm bummed that they didn't respond to the request online--which is their process--and I also emailed the director, no response. I'll try again on Monday to get through because I want to start strength training again/weights. I really enjoy it, and I'm thinking it will be much lower impact than putting all my weight on my ankle when doing the treadmill. I've also encouraged myself to not eat out as much. Just thinking of things I can change, even if not everyday....little changes that will add up. I'm 'kinda' looking around at returning to work. I've thought a lot about what I DO get from work...a built in schedule, socialization, using my brain.... and money and benefits of course. Can't ever have enough of that, can you?
And school is out in about 2 months. Oy vey.