Yesterday, I turned 44 years and one day old. I wrote a blog post (read it here!) all about my birthday and what my actual day looked liked, but I woke up this morning with more to share. So, what did 44 years and 1 day bring?
On Thursday, I woke up at 6:30 a.m. as a 44 year and 1 day old woman. Constantly, for the last 24 years and 21 days, at least one person calls me “mom”, meaning I happily put my desires on the back burner…a deliberate, daily action for more than half my life.
So, I’m up at 6:30 a.m. to begin my day because Tuesdays and Thursdays are college days. Not for me…I graduated with a Bachelors of Fine Arts in 1997. Tu/Th means college classes for my 11 and 13-year-old daughters. Read 5 reasons why we homeschool here.
In true modern-life fashion, the first thing I reach for in the morning is my phone. About 3 months ago, I finally started to flip my ringer off at night. Since my son left for college in 2011, I worry about him constantly and always keep the phone on my nightstand, ringer on full-blast. Now that the ringer is off at night, I check the phone first thing, just incase. Full disclosure: He graduated from college in 2015 and I still have my phone on vibrate (just incase). Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
I typically spend 10 ish minutes looking through Facebook, maybe Twitter, and seldomly Instagram. Come on, I am 44. Facebook is my jam.
A friend sent me a Facebook message asking about the mesh laundry baskets we use to protect, raise and house our monarch caterpillars. I wanted to verbally describe the containers, but felt a picture would be better. In my pj’s and clunky old-lady Vionic house-shoes (plantar fasciitis, remember?), I went to the garage to grab an empty habitat for an outdoor photo shoot. I took the pic, put the basket back into the garage and stepped down onto the drive way.
Well…I sort of “stepped down”. The clunky house-shoe on my right foot slipped off as I stepped down from the garage doorway. I twisted my ankle and fell directly on my rear, jarring my spine from my tailbone to my skull on the not-so-shock-absorbent concrete. Of course, I used my left hand to brace myself, which in reality, only added to the list of injuries. I laid on the driveway for a few minutes, accessing all damage, and laughing/crying at my old lady self…so thankful we live in the country, where neighbors are few and far between.
Besides my pride and ego, the other injuries are minor, mostly bruising and sore muscles.
Gingerly, I returned to the house, made oatmeal and negotiated two peace treaties between the conflicting ideals of my two daughters–at least I was not naked this time. It’s a miracle.
On April 21, my family made the excruciating decision to help our beloved 13 year-old family dog cross the rainbow bridge. A cloud of sadness and emptiness lingers over our house and hearts these days. It has been tough on everyone. For me, added misery stems from her absence in my daily routines.
Having a dog is like having another child. Her needs always came before my own. If she needed to go out and I needed to pee, I always took her first. In fact, most mornings, I walked her outside before I barely opened my eyes and I always served her breakfast before I fed my children or myself.
As I was getting dressed, her absence overwhelmed me and I cried. Cried in the shower, cried brushing my teeth, cried until it was time to leave for school. I miss her.
Part of my daily routine is calling my husband while I drive to the first college campus. (My girls take classes at two different campuses this semester.) (And, since you might not know me personally, I use my car’s Bluetooth just to be safe. I never speed and I never text while driving.) I am a rule follower.
The phone call is a quick opportunity to check in with my man while my daughters are plugged in and watching a DVD in the car. Movies create a much-needed quick escape for my girls from their very active brains. What do they watch? Well…let me just say, my daughters display an eclectic taste when it comes to films. I am going to walk out to my car (slowly and carefully) and take a pic of the movies just for your viewing pleasure. Here you go:
Yes, all of these movies are currently in my car and yes, we spend a lot of money on DVD’s. Someone should set up a GoFundMe account.
So, back to the chitty-chat with my husband. He always asks about my morning first–even if I protest and ask about his day, he refuses to answer until I share my stuff. I gave an overview of everyone’s morning emotions and a recap of my graceful, old lady fall and waited for his summation.
He starts by causally mentioning his name made the Colonel promotion list–a SUPER big deal. We have waited AND waited AND waited for this amazing news. As I am giddy with excitement and congratulations, I bounce in my driver’s seat (as much as humanly possible) and proceed to twerk my neck and back even more than the morning’s tumble on the concrete. Damn this 44 year and 1 day old body.
Seriously, my husband is so humble. Green Berets are called “The Quiet Professionals” for a reason. He is a rock star, but he keeps it a secret.
LOL. I am just kidding. That is not my husband. This is a picture of my daughter at Disney’s Hollywood Studios. I wanted to throw a little Disney love into this post. Who needs more Disney in their life? This girl. Yes, me. Duh.
THIS is my man, leaving for deployment in 2010.
He is an amazing soldier and an amazing husband.
If I made the rank of Colonel, it would be the first thing I blurted out when I answered a call. But, not my husband…he is always more concerned and interested in what I have going on in my world. I am a lucky gal.
First college stop every Tuesday and Thursday is yoga class for my 11 year-old. I am happy to report it is not an easy, blow-off course. Though the focus is yoga and health, the professor spends a lot of time lecturing about yoga philosophy, morals, ethics, and practices. My daughter continues to learn about Hindi culture, vegetarianism and historical traditions.
During yoga, my 13 year-old and I sit at tables outside of the classroom–she works on geometry, French or marine biology while I answer emails, make calls or write blog posts for you guys. After yoga, my daughter changes into regular clothing and we drive to the next campus.
Yesterday, however, she realized she forgot her regular bra and reacted with a full, emotional meltdown in the women’s restroom. Have you read about my life with profoundly gifted kids? Click here.
I calmly suggested the sports bra was sufficient, but she shot that down pretty quick. Next, I offered a switch–she could wear my bra and I would gladly wear the sports bra…anything to minimize her anxiety. Apparently, the thought of wearing her mom’s bra was mortifying enough to make the wearing of the sports bra acceptable. That is a parenting win, my friends.
We drove to the next college campus, where my 13 year-old takes Acting I and my 11 year-old attends two different ASL classes. I create a home base–what I call our “nest”–and I sit there for the next 9 hours while my daughters come and go to the rest of their classes. I read, watch entirely too many Netflix shows and I do research for this blog. Yea Wi-Fi.
On campus, the Deaf and ASL interpreting college students were interacting with visiting Deaf junior high students. One of the professors introduced my daughter and the students asked a lot of questions. She confidently signed and communicated with several of the kids, which was exciting because these students were her age. That NEVER happens.
One fascinating facet of Deaf culture is sign names. A Deaf person MUST give the sign name to a hearing person. Until a sign name is given, names are finger-spelled using the ASL alphabet. My daughter has studied American Sign Language for 6 years and has waited 6 years, hoping someday to receive her sign name from a Deaf individual.
The sign name is an act of acceptance into the Deaf culture.
I was writing a blog post when my daughter RAN up to our nest, all out of breath, and almost cried as she told me that a Deaf student bestowed her a sign name. It was the best day of her life!
Through happy tears, I watched my daughter walk into her Visual and Gestural Communications class with a sign name. It was like she was a new person.
For Christmas, I gave my daughters tickets to see Alton Brown Live: Eat Your Science. When I purchased the tickets, we thought my husband would be in Qatar, so I only bought three. Life is funny sometimes, right? Plans change constantly around here.
So, we skipped my 11 year-old’s last class (Yes, she told the professor in advance.) and we met my husband for dinner before the show. My husband loves Alton Brown and since he is not in Qatar, I gave him the chance to take our daughters on a date. I REALLY wanted to go, but I was thrilled to give up my ticket for my awesome husband.
Alton Brown is so cool, isn’t he?
After dinner, my husband took our daughters to see Alton Brown Live and I started the long drive home. I made a last minute decision to visit my fabulous sister because Google Maps sent me right by her house.
I love spending quality time with my sister, my nephew and one of my nieces. (The other one was out for the evening…bummer!)
They gave me some super awesome birthday presents, like this Haunted Mansion (my all-time favorite Disney ride!!!) plate.
And, I got this adorable dress to wear during my next Walt Disney World vacation!
I am sooooooo excited!!!
Last May, I was diagnosed with skin cancer. Ugh. Too many years using baby oil in the sun and too many trips to the tanning bed in my teens and 20’s…use sunscreen my friends.
Anyway, I had some fun basal cell carcinoma removed from my shoulder and the scar is YUCK-Y. I call it “my third nipple”, which my husband hates, but I think it’s funny–it is a sick way of coping…
My 4 year old nephew (He is the love of my life!) told me to take off my jacket, revealing my shoulder because I was wearing a tank top underneath. He immediately started asking questions about my scar and poking it with his finger. He said it looked like gum and I could not stop laughing.
I guess calling it “gum” is better than “my third nipple”. lol.
This is my nephew. I could look at his precious face all day long.
It was dark by the time I arrived home and I immediately felt the absence of our Pepper Dog. Last night marked the first time I was home alone without her. The house was too quiet and too empty. I could not stop thinking about her.
I decided a melatonin made the best nighttime snack and I snuggled into bed, watching a few episodes of “Scrubs”.
At 11:30 p.m., my husband (a new Colonel) and daughters (one with a sign name) finally came through the door, exhausted from a long day of school and Alton Brown.
I feel asleep with sore muscles and tight joints from the morning’s fall, but I have this chunk of gum on my shoulder and it kind of makes me laugh.
Here’s to being 44 years and 1 day old.