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blur days

27 Friday Feb 2009

Posted by Jane Bretl in Motherhood, Writing

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growing up, snapshots, Writing

life is a blur
Do you ever feel that your kids are growing up so fast, you have to stop and try to focus amid the blur?

My wonderful sister-in-law once gave me this wise advice:  “The days may go by so slowly, but the years fly by too quickly.”

I did not believe her when my babies were small.  Those days, and weeks, and months were L-O-N-G.  I did not recognize what doing that job 24/7 would do to an introvert like me.  I was never alone long enough to fully recharge.  I stumbled through life, day after long day, wondering what was wrong with me.  To have uninterrupted time in those days, I had to resort to tricks, such a 2 lb. bag of m&ms doled out one at a time to a toddler.  In retrospect, that was a really bad idea.  Unfortunately, sometimes desperation is the mother of invention.

Now, when I write, it recharges me.  It helps me look at single snapshots of my life with my kids, and reflect on the Now of it.  The years have started flying by, indeed.  I better write fast to keep up.

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wake me when it’s over

26 Thursday Feb 2009

Posted by Jane Bretl in Motherhood, seasons

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camping, hiking, staycation, vacation

dozing

Camping is that special kind of vacation where later sleeping with your head on a loaf of bread and a box of baggies feels GREAT.

Camping takes me out of my comfort zone.  I’ll agree to it several months in advance, when it sounds so outdoorsy and romantically rustic; then hate myself when packing for it; then doubt my sanity when in the middle of it.  Then when it’s all over, I can look back and say “WOW, that was amazing and I never would have seen 97% of the coolest stuff had we not been camping!!”

I have my brother to thank for the adventures.  The main reason(s) I have actually enjoyed my last two camping trips have been my brother and sister-in-law, who have been our ‘urban outfitters’/hiking guides for several Utah trips.  When it comes to camping, I won’t leave home without them.  Pancakes and cowboy coffee, and a loaf of bread to lay my weary head after a nine-mile-death-hike-with-mike.  Good times.  Really.  And no one was more surprised that I loved it than me.

We are not doing a camping trip this spring, and I will miss it.  We all will.  The motto of 2009 spring break is staycation, kids.  But, you wait, happy campers, we’ll be back another year, to doze on baked goods while dreaming of all those amazing sights.

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don’t look back

26 Thursday Feb 2009

Posted by Jane Bretl in get along like cats and dogs, Writing

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blogging, cats, dog

cat computer

Kitty, I hate to tell you this, but while you’re not watching the screen, I’m blogging about how much I love the dog.

Sorry, littlest dude.

Please don’t chew my eyeballs out while I’m sleeping, OK?

Nice Kitty?

I will write about your sweet, fuzzy cuteness another day.

If

I

still

have

eyeballs.

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CSI: MCS

25 Wednesday Feb 2009

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big screen, Gilligan's Island, man cave, TV

No investigation needed to uncover a serious case of MCS at my house:

Man Cave Syndrome.

Big D built it; the clones have followed him down into the basement.  The screen is eight feet wide.  The sound system can, literally, blow their socks off, and sometimes it makes their hair blow back just slightly like that off-camera fan that the models use.  The sectional couch is its own small planet with some type of gravitational pull that affects the male bits in a way I can’t detect.

Three years into the man cave era, I can finally turn on the TV in the basement and make a screen light up, sound come on and run a dvd all at once.  Sometimes.  For years the kids would groan if Dad had to leave the house on a weekend evening; that meant they would have to watch me try to make the electronics work, instead of actually watching something on the electronics. For them, the only interesting part of those evenings was the new swear words they might hear me mutter under my breath, or after 15 minutes of pushing every button on every remote maniacally, the juicy words I might say quite loudly.

The cave is just not my scene.

I have no one to blame if I am upstairs with no one to talk to but myself (and no TV I can watch either).  I was the one to voluntarily remove TVs from all the main floor rooms of the house to make us a TV-free family.  It would be great!  We would all gather around after dinner and talk to each other in meaningful conversations!  We would play board games!  No one could beg to watch commercial-laden, mind-numbing television programming if there was no TV to watch, right?  (See previous posts ranting about the effect of TV on children’s little brains and suspend judgement on my sanity now, please).

Of course, the effect was like withholding Captain Crunch from a kid in the ’70’s — now he will buy them each time he goes to the grocery store.  The kids became more and more fascinated with the Mystical TV That Contained Ingredients That Were Not Good For Them.  They started to spend their precious visits to Grandma and Grandpa’s house staring at their TV, even if it wasn’t turned on.

What is my problem?  I had completely unfettered access to the TV as I grew up, and look how well I turned out (right? huh? huh??).  I learned a lot of classical music from Bugs Bunny, and Shakespeare + opera from Gilligan’s Island (“It is to be, or not to be, that is the question that I ask of thee…”).  I became a very knowledgeable shopper from watching The Price Is Right, especially when I am shopping for… a brand new car!!

I know moderation, in all things, is the key.  Faced with the prospect of conversation (and board games) upstairs, it was inevitable that the menfolk in my house would forge their own new frontier in the basement.  Maybe one little TV in the living room, just for me, wouldn’t be so bad…

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no dough required

23 Monday Feb 2009

Posted by Jane Bretl in Photography

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mug of love

Nothing says lovin’ like something from the coffee maker.

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soft shoulder(s) ahead

20 Friday Feb 2009

Posted by Jane Bretl in Motherhood

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Quote of the Day:  “Mom, stop being Mrs. Slumpy Shoulders.  That is not you.” I had never heard that phrase before, but apparently I embodied it.

I had been shuffling around upstairs around bedtime, putting away laundry, mumbling under my breath, with my body all scowly;  “… people keep wearing the clothes and getting them dirty again.  I wash the clothes and fold them and put them away and then people make them dirty again.  And I wash the dishes and people take them out and put food on them and then they are dirty again…”

Such is the challenge of full-time parenthood — knowing in your heart that it is a privilege to do what you do, but feeling the monotony of mundane chores that are quickly undone.  If you are not careful, it can give you a big-time case of Slumpy Shoulders.  This was the hardest thing for me to accept when I gave up a career outside the home, for one inside its walls.  Re-doing stuff I just did.  Often I was re-doing things I had not even finished doing the first time.  In 2001, there was no space in the Franklin Planner for that.  It drove me bonkers for years.

I now strive for a state of zen-like calmness through just doing each task and being present in the moment.  Each task is a gift, to myself or to others I love.  Some gifts I would like to give back, but no matter.  As you can see, I’m doing much better through the miracle of modern chemistry.

One concept that I keep in mind is that of C.H.A.O.S. — as in, Can’t Have Anyone Over Syndrome.  I stumbled upon this idea one day during the Toddler Years, when surfing the net to try to find my sanity.  Mostly I found a great deal of retail therapy, but there was also FlyLady.  While much of the FlyLady website is a little too homespun for me (not that there’s anything wrong with that), the concept of living in chaos where nothing was ever done — that struck a chord.  There are some true nuggets of wisdom there, about creating peaceful surroundings, getting rid of the clutter and simplifying life, that apply whether I live in a mansion or a van down by the river, or a pretty nice middle America suburb.

Now, if I can just maintain enough order in our little castle that I am not mortified when our neighbor stops by (her house is SPOTLESS, which isn’t an acronym, there simply is no dirt there), I’m happy.  It may just mean I promote a state of P.A.T.H.O.S. (Pathetic Attempt To Hide Oafishness Syndrome).  But that is not a good attitude for a Friday, now is it?

I’ll square up my shoulders and call it Can Have Everyone, Everyday, Regardless! Syndrome.  Cheers!

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hey, pup, why the long face?

18 Wednesday Feb 2009

Posted by Jane Bretl in get along like cats and dogs, Writing

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long face kenz

My dog talks to me during the day.  Not the way the Oreos talk to me when I am alone in the house; she makes sounds that other people can hear,

a rrrrwaRrr  rRwaaarrr rwwaRRaar.

I am pretty sure I know what she is trying to “say”:  “… hey there, Mrs. More-Highly-Evolved-Mammal, how about you back away from the computer and use those opposable thumbs of yours to hook the leash on this here collar and take me for a little walk around the neighborhood????”

I may not be clear on all the subtle nuances, but I am fairly certain of the main idea. One look at her long face and I don’t even need to hear the words.

Which reminds me of an old joke:  a writer asks “What time is it?  and the dog answers “Now, now, now, now, now!!”  There is no past or future for the dog, it is always now.  Always a good time for a walk, even when we just returned from one.

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coach? anyone? anyone? Bueller?

17 Tuesday Feb 2009

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lego robotics, teamwork, Writing

geekbotThe state tournament for the FIRST Lego League Robotics program was this past weekend in Dayton, Ohio.  I coached an elementary school team this past fall (rookie coach + first time team = probably not the ideal choice).  I did not plan to be a Lego Robotics coach;  I did not attend the back-to-school “information meeting”, which was probably my first mistake.  I did not know it was the Coach Nomination Meeting.  Had I been there, I could have provided an animated and persuasive argument for why I was NOT the person to take on a team, no matter how badly the school needed just one more parent volunteer coach.  After all, I made it through a decade of legos strewn around the carpet of my home without ever developing the tiniest inkling to actually build something out of them myself.  As it was, I sent my engineery husband instead.  I promise you, this was the logical choice, given the two people involved:  hmmm, let’s see… science, technology, math, engineering, team emphasis, coaching experience — he was perfect!

He decided I was just the person for the job.  Traitor.

I put myself through a needlessly gut-wrenching process of self-denial, self-deprecation and self-induced drama before I got my act together and just worked with the kids.  (Gosh, it sounds a lot like writing — is there a pattern here?)  The nine kids were a joy to work with, and they hardly seemed to notice that I did not know what I was doing.  The FIRST Lego League Robotics program has a wonderful website with tons of tools, advice and support.  I stopped crying by October and was able to bumble along for the whole season.  Because I had three wonderful fellow parents who stepped up and coached with me, I never actually had to touch a lego (although I now know, I can do it!)  Plus, one of the experienced area teams mentored the kids, and those experienced coaches took me under their wing, and everybody helped everybody, and it all turned out great.  It was, despite my lousy starting attitude, a fantastic experience for me personally.  I hope the kids have no emotional scars — they looked like they had fun and learned something and gained confidence in themselves too.  I honestly loved working with them, and it was worth all the hours of volunteered time and work.  (I could have skipped all the hours of worry – lesson learned.)

regional tourneyBecause when it all came down to it, here’s the deal: the organization has an impressive mission, and one that I want to celebrate.  The FIRST Lego League Robotics Program provides kids an alternative avenue to hear the cheers of a crowd.  Of course, youth athletics are an outstanding, well-recognized way to learn teamwork, dedication and the payoff of hard work;  but there are other alternatives for kids to learn equally valuable life skills, and this program is one of them.  The vision expressed on the FIRST Lego League website from founder Dean Kamen — “To transform our culture by creating a world where science and technology are celebrated and where young people dream of becoming science and technology heroes”   — says a lot in a world where sports heroes are repeatedly shown to be great athletes, but not necessarily great role models for kids.  Any chance we have as parents to develop and challenge the whole child, whether through athletic or academic programs, is worth celebrating.  Having experienced a gymnasium packed full of fans cheering loudly — about teamwork-based science! — it is an exciting scene to witness.

http://www.usfirst.org/

team geekI’m proud to have been a part of the whole thing.  My team, Team G.E.E.K., did not qualify for the recent state tournament, but we sure had fun.  (Not that that means that I am already volunteering for next year, because I am not ready to commit…)  By the way, our G.E.E.K stood for Global Energy Engineering Krew.  At first, the kids were not sure about being known as “geeks”, but they soon embraced the slogan that “geek is the new cool”.  It’s OK to be smart and other kids can and will respect you for it.

BTW, author Marybeth Hicks’ book and website are so worth checking out — she promotes GEEKS as Genuine, Enthusiastic, Empowered Kids — so cool!

http://www.marybethhicks.com/author/BringingupGeeks.aspx

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the gift that keeps on gonging

15 Sunday Feb 2009

Posted by Jane Bretl in get along like cats and dogs, seasons

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valentine cat

First of all, let’s all pretend that the cat isn’t usually allowed to sit on the kitchen table and stare at a cake.

Pets aside, Valentine’s Day is a tricky “holiday”.  It’s not really a holiday, but if one is not careful, it can get the hopes up just far enough to dash them year after year, like a small wooden (heart shaped) raft bashed against the rocks of reality, over and over and ouch and ouch

Oh, sorry, I don’t know what came over me.

I am having a happy valentines day, because I have f-i-n-a-l-l-y let go of all loaded expectations for the day.  My beloved gave me exactly what I wanted — he fixed up an old, dilapidated cuckoo clock that used to hang in my grandma’s house when I was little.  The bonus gift is that he actually hung it in our home, even though it does not keep time, and it gongs every 15 minutes, and, well, it cuckoos.  Enough said.  That is love.  I’ll take that in an envelope, hold the chocolates.

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sick day/well day

13 Friday Feb 2009

Posted by Jane Bretl in Motherhood

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“Hello, my name is Mommy.  I’ll be your server today.  May I start you off with a glass of juice or other refreshing cold beverage?”

The Little One went to bed with a head cold, and sure enough, he woke up with it too.  After much snorfling and moaning, we determined he better stay home from school.  His face brightened up just a tad, through all its crustiness, and he asked “does this mean I can have breakfast in bed?”  (??????????)  (It must be noted here that I never bring him breakfast in bed, so he was really tossing up a hail mary pass with this one).

Hmmm.  I had already called my girlfriend earlier in the morning — the one I was planning to meet today to have coffee and a long overdue chat– and asked her if she thought it was wrong for me to consider propping him up in front of a TV and letting him convalesce whilest I met her for a hot caffeinated beverage as planned.

“Jane, they are little for such a short time.  Take advantage of this chance to snuggle up and take care of him.”  She is a wise woman, and often my voice of reason.

So, yes, I did prop up his pillows, bring him some juice and take him breakfast in bed — with a side order of snuggles.  Eventually he said “Geez, mom, can you quit kissing me?”,  and it was off for a hot bath to clear his nose.  (Frankly, kid, if you don’t want muchas smooches, you’re going to need to tough it out at class.) Two hours later, he announced he felt fine to go to school.  Coincidentally, it was almost time for lunch and recess…  but I’ll just tell myself it was the love that did the trick.

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In 2009, I started this blog to share my sometimes thoughtful, sometimes funny, occasionally irreverent thoughts on motherhood, writing for publication and myriad creatures that got along as cats and dogs.

One day, I felt like stepping away from living out loud for awhile. Eh, life happens.

Fast forward five years -- I'll gloss over the details for now -- save to say that lucky for me an unexpected detour has provided some new material.

So here I am, standing at the corner. I've been here before, wondering which way to go. This time I choose living.

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