A Chip Off the Old Block

Today was our girl's first track meet! Honestly, out of all of the things that I thought I'd be most excited about as her mom, I wouldn't have guessed it would be this, but here we are!  She ran in the third heat of the girls' 100 meters.  I'm trying to remember, but I think the first heats are the slower runners, and the later you get, the faster the runners. You know, save the best for last.  

In case you didn't know, I ran track and cross country in high school, and I was good.  I was seventh in the state for girls' 800 meters and tenth for girls' cross country, and I had multiple scholarship offers to run in college, including one from Harvard.  Mandeville High School boys and girls track and cross country teams were consistently in the top five in the state. I believe the year that I placed 10th, our team came in first. Hey, I don't often brag, so this is my moment to gloat.

Her next meet will be at my alma mater so I'm sure that I'll take an even more in-depth trip down memory lane. Training year-round for a high school team is much different than for a short season for an elementary school team, but if she's inspired to take up running as a hobby, I'll be right there alongside her! Her dad and Merle will likely join us, so it can be a family affair.    

  

The Toddler and the Tweenager

People aren't lying when they tell you that time goes by so fast when you're raising kids. We suddenly have a tween in our midst. The attitude started several months before her most recent birthday, but I feel like now that she's officially in that age bracket, everything has been amplified.  

Merle is like having a toddler - he's into everything while we're gone. He won't turn two until this August. I know his puppy habits won't magically disappear when he has his birthday, but maybe they'll start to ween themselves out.  

Lent started yesterday, and I decided to give up more sugar than I usually do for the season.  Walking Merle has helped me lose five pounds in about two and a half months, but I'd like to lose at least five more. Wine, especially white wine, has a decent amount of sugar in it.  Last night, all I wanted was a piece of chocolate for dessert!  The way things have gone today, I wonder if I'll last all forty days without anything sweet besides fruit; which brings up an interesting point.  As I type this, I'm trying to rationalize giving up wine - grapes are fruit, and I'm not giving up apples, pears, citrus, berries, or any other type of natural sweets...  

I think I'll go do a face mask and try to relax. 

Children!

Hold up!  Peanut butter bacon shake at Sonic....skkkkeeerrrrt!!!!!

And now, back to these messages. Sorry, the TV commercial diverted my attention.

Y'all, today my daughter was out of school and I was off of work for MLK, Jr. Day. She's almost officially a tweenager (in 10 days she'll hit double digits!) and has a semi-'tude every ten minutes, and our furry boy ran away.  

We've had him for two months now, and even though he has definitely had some training, he's still a puppy and has a lot to learn.  There are a lot of times that I think back to the days of Dash and Rusty, the dachshunds that my parents had. Dash was an empath. If I was sad, he would snuggle and if he was not keen on a boyfriend of mine, he'd let me know every time the guy was visiting my parents's house.  Unfortunately, he did not care for my college boyfriend or my husband - the two best guys I dated out of many unqualified candidates. 

Merle is not an empath at all. When our girl has gotten upset, he still wants to play fetch. Today when he wandered off and the neighborhood kids went on a search and rescue mission for me, he seemed unphased that "Sissy" was crying that he may be gone for good. In my mind only, I kept thinking, "Get it together, kiddo! We've got to stay level-headed to find your brother!". Out loud, I just divvied up the teams and sent them on their mission. The boys found him sniffing around a friend's yard around the block. The girls went running toward them, all screaming his name when he was galavanting toward me like, it was his time on the podium at the Olympics.  

Our tweenager's main priority is her friends. Even though she was crying from the get-go about Merle, she went right back to playing with her friends as soon as he got his leash hooked on and walked back up the driveway. Tonight, she didn't spend any more time with him than normal.  She had dinner with us, showered, and played Switch, just like always.  Sigh. Between her and Merle, I'll be having daiquiris for breakfast before my fiftieth birthday.  

Best Friend, Merle

We've adopted a dog!  Our little human has always wanted a younger brother, and now she has one - he's just fluffy!  Merle is about a year and four months old.  We discovered him at a Humane Society adoption event at the church parish fair and did a weekend sleepover.  He made a great first impression on us.  He was already fully potty trained and knew basic commands, and he was great with the fair crowds and other pups.  

The following Monday, my husband and I officially adopted him. He's such a sweet and good boy.   His paperwork says that he's part Australian Shepherd, but he's got long legs, so we think he may also be part Catahoula or another type of herding dog.  He's very smart and energetic, so he needs lots of activities to keep him from getting bored and destructive.  

He's the biggest dog that I've ever had.  My parents' first child was their black lab, Soapy (Sapporo).  Sadly, he got hit by a car when I was in early elementary school and had to get put down.  Then, when I was in college, Mom and Dad had two mini-dachshunds.  They were around until I was in my thirties.  Both dogs lived into their teens.  I don't like dog years, but if you do that math, they were old guys.  Anyway, none of them were as big as this guy is, and he thinks he's smaller than he is, too!  The other night, he climbed up on my husband and I's laps to snuggle.  It was adorable, all fifty-plus pounds of him!

Now I can say that I'm mom to a human, plants, and a pup!  

It's Halloween, Y'all!

 My favorite time of year is here!  We've got a very busy weekend ahead.  Yesterday at work was costume day, and I dressed as "new school Cruella".  If you haven't seen the new movie, you need to.  My parents even like it because of the soundtrack.  It was what we were all watching together right before we lost power when Ida blew in.  

Today was a Witchy Luncheon at Dickie Brennan's Steakhouse with girlfriends and tonight was Trunk or Treat at little one's school.  I was a witch all day.  At school, she dressed as Mal from The Descendants, and tonight she was a Saints cheerleader.  Tomorrow night we're trick or treating in a school friend's neighborhood and I'll be a bat. She's going to be Elsa from Frozen 2.  Actual Halloween night in our neighborhood I'll be Cruella again, but a different version and she and her dad will be Dalmatians.  Bonus that the weather will actually be fall like, and they won't sweat to death in their outfits.  

Costuming has always been my jam, but I'm extra happy that she and my husband get into it, too.  In fact, he's diehard family costume guy.  A couple of years ago, we talked about him being Willy Wonka, her being an Oompa Loompa, and me being one of the bratty girls from the movie.  He's still bitter that it didn't work out.  

The amount of candy that has already been accrued just from tonight and today at school is impressive.  I can't imagine how much the next two nights will bring.  We moved with leftover candy from past holidays between the condo and here.  So much of it was stale and should have been trashed long ago.  It just got finished like a month ago.  Never again.  If there's leftover candy from this Halloween, it's got to be gone by Christmas.  Then the leftover Christmas candy needs to be gone by Valentine's Day, and Valentine's Day needs to be gone by Easter.  No more saving it for months - that's disgusting.  

We're all looking forward to Halloween in our new house and new neighborhood.  Apparently, it's quite a party with everyone setting up at the ends of their driveways and handing out candy to the masses; like, supposed busloads of trick or treaters.  It's also been awesome to decorate inside and outside.  I had to throw away a lot of decorations this year because a glass globe full of glittery water broke in a tote (assuming during the move) and mold grew on just about everything stored in there.  Turns out, I didn't need all those decorations anyway.  This house is twice the size of the condo and I had plenty of décor to space around.  

Cheers and Happy Halloween, y'all! 

Life As We Know It

Friends, I am so happy to let you know that we are finally moving!  We are buying a house that is about double the size of the condo we have been cramped in for so many years.  It's in a neighborhood that has covenants to prevent the trash and Sandford and Sons look that our current neighborhood has.  The streets are clean, the yards are well-kept, it's bike-friendly, the neighbors acknowledge you and wave when you drive by, and people take pride in their homes and possessions.  In short, "we're movin' on up"!

Speaking of song lyrics, what's a move without a playlist?  If I didn't tell you it was about moving, you may think it's a breakup song list.  I guess in a way, it is.  I've lived in this condo for almost fourteen years.  My now husband joined me eight years ago, but prior to that, it was just me and my dating foibles.  Between my mid-twenties and early thirties, you could say that I was "sewing my wild oats". I had fun, but there was also a lot of heartache.  A long-time friend said that within a year or two after moving in here, I started having neighbor troubles and things went downhill from there. That's a long time to be depressed about where you live.  

That same friend suggested that I turn all of the negatives into a gratitude list about moving. For example, rather than getting frustrated that I can hear guitar practice through the wall, now I can say, "only x number of days until we never have to worry about that again!".  We have a literal countdown calendar on the fridge.  As of today, there are only sixteen days until the act of sale!  

Going through this home buying process with my husband is something that is bonding us for life.  While that seems so obvious, I mean it in that working together to make this dream of ours come true is further proof that we really are a team with the same interests and goals.  Sure, we're two different people who go about life in different ways at times and we don't always understand each other's reactions to situations, but this is us getting down to business and things are going pretty smoothly.  That's a really good and reassuring feeling.  

Our kiddo is still not nearly as excited as we thought she would be about the process, but she is looking forward to decorating her new room and having her own bathroom.  She's already planning sleepovers and hoping to make some nicer friends.  As her parents, we are looking forward to nicer kids for her to play with also, in addition to the debris-free streets to ride her bike on to the neighborhood park.  It's a huge sigh of relief to finally be able to say, "the dog days are over"!

The Back Burner Again

Mental health has fallen out of the focus of politicians and the news media again.  Yes, it's very important to get the vaccine to everyone ASAP and, all of the disenfranchisement and racial disparity in our country should be in the spotlight.  However, literally, everyone needs mental help with the prolonged abnormal life we have all been living for a year.  According to Dr. Fauci, things might be closer to how they used to be by August.  Of course, the global warming winter storms in states like Texas that aren't prepared for weather conditions like that slows shipments and deliveries of everything down - regular mail and highly sensitive packages like the vaccine.  Supposedly, we might have a normal Christmas.  Ugh.  

I've noticed that in our household, pandemic life has affected me the most.  Our daughter goes to private school and has been attending face-to-face the entire year.  They started at the usual time in August and have had a regular holiday schedule all year.  There are restricted gatherings at lunch, recess, Mass, and aftercare, but she still gets to see friends and have a semi-normal routine.  My husband has had almost no change in his daily routine briefly when all of this began.  At my office, we have split staff so that if there's an issue, contact tracing will be easier.  That makes communication between my assistant and me challenging and at times very frustrating.  I also prefer to work in my office and not from home.  I need that separation of space, but also don't have the space to set up an office at home.  

Being at home more allows for getting more chores done during the week instead of on weekends, but I also feel like I am doing more than anyone else that lives here, and harbor resentment sometimes.  When my family members seem not to notice, I get more aggravated, which leaves me not enjoying our time together like I should.  Lately, I feel like that's more the norm than not, and that's not good.  What all of it boils down to is that regular people like me - some boring white lady who is still securely employed, don't have to worry about eviction, or starving for food, and doesn't need to homeschool her kid, still needs mental help.  

It's not just the chores and project weight I feel so often that's getting me down; I haven't seen my friends in person in almost a year.  Sure, there have been a handful of times that I have had a lunch date or even gotten a drink, but other than getting together with family over the holidays or chatting with a coworker in the hall on days that I'm in the office, I am now a homebody.  That's a stark contrast to pre-pandemic me, and against my nature.  My best friend and I have literally not seen each other since last March and we only live ten minutes away from each other.  We talk on the phone once or twice a week, but it's not the same.  We need to go out to lunch or dinner and have a few drinks together without the interruptions of call waiting or curbside pickup on the way home from work.   

Lastly, while I believe it is important to sanitize and be more hygienically responsible than we all used to be, even just for allergy's sake, I am tired of wearing a mask.  Don't worry - it's not something I'm going to stop doing until it is deemed safe by the CDC or a trusted expert, and I'm not joining the "you're taking away my personal freedom" club by any means.  It's like wearing a winter coat and layers at this time of year or even carrying a purse.  It gets annoying after a while.