Post Wedding Stress Disorder. It's real, people. I know because I am living it.
When we were in the frenzy of planning, which really lasted from January 18 to August 8, I kept remembering things at odd moments that I needed to do, or something I had to add to a list. And I had to write it down at the very moment it occurred to me or I would forget it. And then I would stress out trying to remember what I had thought of. So I got a notebook to keep all my ideas in. But then I could never find the notebook, so I would just grab another notebook and start writing in that one. This pattern continued until I had about five of these notebooks going, and I was constantly searching through random notebooks looking for things I knew I wrote down somewhere. Which was really almost as frustrating as not writing them down at all. So now, I have all these notebooks lying around the house, and I keep running across all these random wedding lists. And when I find one, I can't just set it aside and go about my day. I have to analyze it, check it to see if I actually fulfilled that list, and ruminate on how it all turned out all over again. I am 99.9% absolutely thrilled about how perfectly everything came together But there is a little list of things in my head I wish I could redo. I could waste a lot of time fretting about that imaginary list if I let myself. But then I remind myself of all the millions of things that went absolutely right. And it's all fine, it really is. And when I'm in the middle of an ordinary day, just going about my life, and I find a notebook or a list, mostly all I feel is: I DON"T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE WEDDING ANYMORE. Those lists are irrelevant to my life! We survived the wedding and, it's' like the load floating off my shoulders all over again. It was all so fantastic and beautiful, and I am so glad it's over. Really, there was no letdown.
So why am I still so semi-functional? Laundry gets washed and folded but not put away, We sometimes manage to eat some semblance of dinner around nine pm. My room is a mess and I don't even care. I have NO desire to run, even though I am supposed to be running a half marathon in one month. I have even less desire to eat right. I eat crap all day long. I could sleep all day. I have to drag myself out of bed about 15 minutes before I have to leave for work in the mornings. As result, I have diagnosed myself with PWSD. Post Wedding Stress Disorder. All that wedding planning blew a fuse or two in my brain. Which is entirely possible. My brain was pretty fried by the first part of August. So I'm thinking I will submit my newfound diagnosis to the DSM IV committee.
It was all worth it though. I only hope I can recover in time for Audrey's wedding. She wants one just like Alisa's.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Friday, September 18, 2015
School News
The school life is in full swing around here, and so far so good. Here is what's new for all of our scholars:
Yay for Audrey who is going to be in the school musical. She has a part in the ensemble, and one speaking line. She also has committed to staying after school FIVE NIGHTS A WEEK until November. On top of the two nights she was already supposed to be staying after for debate, that is a lot of long days. She isn't thrilled with being in debate, but I'm making her stick it out. I tell her one day she will be glad she did it. I don't know if that is really true. I just know that I wish now that I had done debate in high school. I was never brave enough. I was terrified of having to speak in front of people. Now I see all the benefits of learning something about public speaking earlier rather than later in life. Whether or not Audrey will feel the same way remains to be seen. But I'm the mom and so I won that debate. See what I did there? Debate. Do you get it?
Also, Audrey is taking honors everything and AP something else. Don't ask me for details, I am only the mom. Honors and AP are something else I never dared to do. Not to mention the fact that I was too lazy. And as if all that were not enough, she is still working at Lagoon every Saturday through Halloween. If she survives the next six weeks, the rest of her life will be a piece of cake, I think.
Will is taking a concurrent enrollment drawing class with a sketchbook that he says is as big as Olivia. He wanted to drop out of that class after the first day, but it's three college credits for 40 bucks, so he decided to stay in, with a just a little nudging from his mother. He is also taking some AP and honors classes, including calculus which impresses the *&I^ #% out of me as I never in my life made it much past geometry. He works at Arby's a couple times a week,is taking piano lessons, and spends more than his fair share of time shuttling Audrey around while I am at work. He has already been sick twice since school started. Not a good omen. Also, he did not obey my command that he go to homecoming this year. He has promised however, that he will attend at least one school dance before the year is through.
Olivia is finishing her first school break. She starts back again on Monday after three weeks off. Year round school is the worst idea ever concocted. That is all I have to say about that. Also she has to read 20 books this year. They have to be at least 150 pages each, but if they are over 200 pages they count as two books. Or some dumb rule like that. Maybe I'm just getting old, but it seems like school gets dumber and dumber every year. Olivia however, seems to be thriving in spite of it all. She takes piano lessons too and is riding her bike everywhere.
Mitch has started his second to last quarter at Weber State. If all goes well, he will graduate this spring. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. He has started applying for jobs, and has even been to California a few times for some testing. It worries the heck out of my mommy heart to think of my boy as a policeman, especially in California and especially with all the craziness surrounding cops these days. But he has worked hard enough for it, and I hope he finds something that he loves. And if he winds up moving to California, that will be all the more reason for me to visit there regularly.
Alisa is in her second semester of her master's degree. She sends me pictures of her assignments that she does well on. She has professors that write lots of nice comments about how amazing and smart she is, which I already knew, but it's nice to see it in writing. She is teaching too, and likes it, which is a good thing since that is her chosen profession.
And then there is Duncan, who is about to start a new chapter in his life and education as well. He is waiting eagerly for his service mission call to come in the mail. We got all the paper work in a few weeks ago, and he should be getting his official call any day now. It's a pretty cool story on how that opportunity all came together for him, after a long long time of waiting and wondering, and when all is set, I will write about that.
Piper the dog is not in school, but she should be. She needs some obedience training. She always likes to try to be the big boss around here and we have to be careful to keep asserting our dominance and putting her in her proper place as the low man on the totem pole. She loves us all dearly and really wants to keep us all safe by being in charge of everything that happens around here. We just keep reminding her that she is at the bottom of the pack. But the only person around here she is really afraid of is Belle.
And that's about all she wrote as far as the students among us. Dan and I are just busy being students at the game of life and making all our dreams come true. You know, dreams like eating and having a house to live in. We are getting a nearly-all-expense paid getaway to beautiful St. George in a few weeks though. Well, it's really a work trip for Dan and a getaway for me. But I'm sure having me along to harass and annoy him will make it seem like a vacation for him as well.
Yay for Audrey who is going to be in the school musical. She has a part in the ensemble, and one speaking line. She also has committed to staying after school FIVE NIGHTS A WEEK until November. On top of the two nights she was already supposed to be staying after for debate, that is a lot of long days. She isn't thrilled with being in debate, but I'm making her stick it out. I tell her one day she will be glad she did it. I don't know if that is really true. I just know that I wish now that I had done debate in high school. I was never brave enough. I was terrified of having to speak in front of people. Now I see all the benefits of learning something about public speaking earlier rather than later in life. Whether or not Audrey will feel the same way remains to be seen. But I'm the mom and so I won that debate. See what I did there? Debate. Do you get it?
Also, Audrey is taking honors everything and AP something else. Don't ask me for details, I am only the mom. Honors and AP are something else I never dared to do. Not to mention the fact that I was too lazy. And as if all that were not enough, she is still working at Lagoon every Saturday through Halloween. If she survives the next six weeks, the rest of her life will be a piece of cake, I think.
Will is taking a concurrent enrollment drawing class with a sketchbook that he says is as big as Olivia. He wanted to drop out of that class after the first day, but it's three college credits for 40 bucks, so he decided to stay in, with a just a little nudging from his mother. He is also taking some AP and honors classes, including calculus which impresses the *&I^ #% out of me as I never in my life made it much past geometry. He works at Arby's a couple times a week,is taking piano lessons, and spends more than his fair share of time shuttling Audrey around while I am at work. He has already been sick twice since school started. Not a good omen. Also, he did not obey my command that he go to homecoming this year. He has promised however, that he will attend at least one school dance before the year is through.
Olivia is finishing her first school break. She starts back again on Monday after three weeks off. Year round school is the worst idea ever concocted. That is all I have to say about that. Also she has to read 20 books this year. They have to be at least 150 pages each, but if they are over 200 pages they count as two books. Or some dumb rule like that. Maybe I'm just getting old, but it seems like school gets dumber and dumber every year. Olivia however, seems to be thriving in spite of it all. She takes piano lessons too and is riding her bike everywhere.
Mitch has started his second to last quarter at Weber State. If all goes well, he will graduate this spring. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. He has started applying for jobs, and has even been to California a few times for some testing. It worries the heck out of my mommy heart to think of my boy as a policeman, especially in California and especially with all the craziness surrounding cops these days. But he has worked hard enough for it, and I hope he finds something that he loves. And if he winds up moving to California, that will be all the more reason for me to visit there regularly.
Alisa is in her second semester of her master's degree. She sends me pictures of her assignments that she does well on. She has professors that write lots of nice comments about how amazing and smart she is, which I already knew, but it's nice to see it in writing. She is teaching too, and likes it, which is a good thing since that is her chosen profession.
And then there is Duncan, who is about to start a new chapter in his life and education as well. He is waiting eagerly for his service mission call to come in the mail. We got all the paper work in a few weeks ago, and he should be getting his official call any day now. It's a pretty cool story on how that opportunity all came together for him, after a long long time of waiting and wondering, and when all is set, I will write about that.
Piper the dog is not in school, but she should be. She needs some obedience training. She always likes to try to be the big boss around here and we have to be careful to keep asserting our dominance and putting her in her proper place as the low man on the totem pole. She loves us all dearly and really wants to keep us all safe by being in charge of everything that happens around here. We just keep reminding her that she is at the bottom of the pack. But the only person around here she is really afraid of is Belle.
And that's about all she wrote as far as the students among us. Dan and I are just busy being students at the game of life and making all our dreams come true. You know, dreams like eating and having a house to live in. We are getting a nearly-all-expense paid getaway to beautiful St. George in a few weeks though. Well, it's really a work trip for Dan and a getaway for me. But I'm sure having me along to harass and annoy him will make it seem like a vacation for him as well.
Monday, September 7, 2015
Where the Buffalo Roam
Pretty much a perfect Labor Day was had around these parts today. Sleeping in, the perfecting of a s'mores cake recipe after a summer of experimentation with s'mores cupcakes, which we never did nail down, a birthday lunch for Mitch, a trip to Antelope Island, one last excursion to the snow cone shack for the last day of snow cones til next May, a back yard barbecue in the most perfect late summer weather,eating fresh tomatoes and pears, and watching the second Harry Potter movie with Olivia in honor of her finishing the book and completing a book talk for school. Very little labor, very little stress, and lots of time to enjoy each other and the sunshine. Finally, a holiday where we got to relax.
Will' s lunch date. I swear, we can't take this kid anywhere.
We had never been to the ranch side of Antelope Island, so we drove out to the Fielding Garr Ranch today. The ranch was cool, but the best part was this woodsy area perfect for exploring. Falling down trees and a little water and a big open field. You could almost see imaginations turning on in here.. Kids running with sticks and calling to each other, balancing on logs to get across the water, and finding little hiding places in the bushes. Olivia had the best time, and so did I.
She is outstanding in her field.
She also had a mad urge to run through the field, kind of like Bambi.
Lots and lots of buffalo today.
And a photo shoot of my sunflowers. My kids won't let me pose them and take pictures anymore, so I have to settle for flowers.
Our first (and probably last) official sit down and eat outside barbecue of the summer. The kids claim we had a one a while back, and I do have a vague memory of eating and sitting outside, but today we used a table cloth. So that makes it an official barbecue.
Tomorrow we have to go back to the real world of work and school and homework. Well, most of us do anyway. I have one more day off work, and Olivia is off track, so we get to cheat a little bit. After that though, the week hits us full on. Why can't every day be Labor Day.
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