almost there

Only 14 days until we begin a new chapter. I am only too ready to leave behind the sharp and painful memories that reside here. Granted leaving this place won't eliminate those memories, but it will put some much needed distance between them and myself.

distance

I'm feeling much less raw after putting a little distance between myself and that terrible appointment with Dr. Brown last week.  The reality of events to come has not changed, but I am feeling better able to manage my emotions.  Admittedly, I have moments when it  overwhelms me.  Driving alone is probably the worst time for this.  Memories of that appointment are like a magnet for my mind; it keeps reverting back to those words.  But it also reminds me that none of us are promised any length of time on this planet, and we need to embrace each moment as it happens. 

We are good right now.  And that is good enough right now.

don't blink

Last month brought two important birthdays in the Harris household. My firstborn turned eleven, and Hayden is now a one year old. Hard to believe that time passes so quickly. It seems like just yesterday I was calling Stephanie to ask what she thought about the huge, warm puddle that had appeared beneath me on my bed as we chatted away. It passes in what seems the blink of an eye. One minute I'm wishing for everyone in the house to be able to wipe their own poopy asses, and the next we're trying for a third baby and beginning again. And while I'm looking forward to the time when once again everyone can wipe themselves, I am enjoying each moment with my girls. Even though Taylor is moody and Dylan never stops telling random, tv-inspired stories and Hayden is still nursing and bites sometimes, I love every second.

a decade

Today's my 10th Wedding Anniversary. Weird... Then:

• Teeny, rundown Chandler house
• Regular screaming matches about stuff like calling about the dryer, planting rose bushes in the front yard, and nothing whatsoever
• Baby Taylor with Baby Dylan soon to follow
• Sasha & Ali
• Practically my whole salary going to child care
• Big, green mini-van...Happy Mother's Day
• Teaching English to snotty 7th & 8th graders
• 30 seemed a reasonable distance away

Now:

• Nice, new Vail house
• Can't remember the last time we fought
• Baby Hayden
• Working from home--no child care needed
• Little, grey compact....I got to choose
• Couldn't pay me enough to step in front of a class full of kids again
• 40 is unreasonably close

the good life

Remember hanging out in trees, pretending to be explorers or astronauts or monkeys? Your biggest worry being not to "fall into the hot lava". Yelling and screaming and playing until your ma called or one of you fell and scraped something.

old lady acne

Thirty-five and still zit ridden. How is it that I have more pimple problems now than when I was 17? I don't care if every thirty-something mom is dealing with it. There's something truly horrific about having to face each morning with graying hair, crow's feet, sagging shaboobies AND freakin' whiteheads. Time is a cruel mistress.