If you have not seen Sunshine, run, don’t walk. I saw it knowing absolutely nothing about it and I suggest you do the same. It is one of the best movies I’ve seen in a very long time. I don’t want to say too much more about it except that it was totally unexpected and visually amazing; and the story and acting are almost perfect*. If you’ve see it shoot me an email and tell me what you thought.
*As a former theatre geek I get pretty picky about acting and diologue.
I’m getting about 500 junk comments a day. I can’t even weed through them to find the actual comments anymore because there are so many. So I’m asking you guys to use TypeKey to leave a comment. It’s really easy, and quick and you stay logged in for two weeks at a time so you don’t have to be verified every single time you want to comment. Also if you have something you’d like to say I’m more than happy to get an email from you if you don’t want to register with TypeKey. And we all know I’m a feedback whore so if this whole TypeKey thing doesn’t work out I’ll go back to the old settings.
That is all.
For a little over a year now I’ve been feeling weary both mentally and physically. I don’t know what if feels like to actually be 65 but I’m guessing it feels a lot like I feel now. Since I was about halfway through my pregnancy I’ve been getting heartburn every single day. I though when I had Ellis it would go away, but it’s just gotten worse and worse even progressing to the point of acid reflux three times a day. I’m tired all the time; my body feels heavy, weighted down. It’s hard to get motivated to do anything active. I’m a bit on edge pretty much all the time.
We’ve had a great deal of stress over the last year and a half, most of which I haven’t written about here and probably won’t. But it’s there. The stress of a situation I’m powerless to change, hanging over my head like a black cloud. It’s there even in the happiest of times, a vague dark presence I can always see out of the corner of my eye. I don’t know how to deal with it. I haven’t been doing a very good job doing so. Most of the time I stuff all the anxiety down into the pit of my stomach, down as deep as it will go hoping Ellis can’t sense it. Every so often it comes screaming out of that pit up through my body out of my mouth, eyes, and ears like a volcano. It’s not good.
For a while now I’ve thought about going to see a doctor about my physical symptoms. But honestly just treating my symptoms doesn’t make any sense to me. The cause of the problem doesn’t go away when you treat symptoms. I think my heartburn and my inability to deal with this great deal of stress are very much related.
That thought was confirmed for me by the acupuncturist I saw this week. He spoke to me for an hour about the basic philosophy of Chinese medicine, and I liked what I heard. It makes much more sense to me than western based medicine. My insurance covers acupuncture, thank goodness, so next week I begin my journey. I start with 5 sessions, and then see how I’m feeling and decide where to go from there. He’ll be helping me make changes in my diet as well. I’m feeling really good about this decision. It feels foreign to be taking care of myself. I’m ready to make a change. I’m tired of feeling like a 65 year old woman.
p.s. Next stop the chiropractor, to fix these hips that never quite recovered from pregnancy.
My brother is here from Texas, and being the amazing guy that he is, he brought Ellis a guitar so that they can jam together. Ellis of course LOVES it. Especially when Johny plays along with him.
We’ve been so busy running around trying to show him everything tthat we’ve been wanting him to see for so long now. I’ve barely had time to look at the computer. However, Kent and I did manage to sneak off for a date. The second date involving just the two of us since January. And the third date total since that time. Jesus, we should really take better advantage of Yaya’s offer to babysit!
Anyway, we had dinner at sunset while gazing at this view.
And we had a dinner companion.
Then we saw a band, had a couple of beers and went home to crash before we fell asleep at the bar.
Before Ellis being home by midnight would have been the lamest thing possible. Now, it’s just nice to get that extra sleep.
This particular scream fest was induced by my refusal to: slide, slide, pirouette, jump along with Steve and Blue for the 400th time whilst holding a 25 pound kid named Ellis. Call me selfish, but Saturday I was so sick I barely got out of bed and all that jumping wasn’t doing me any favors. Anyway, behold the “Three O’Clock Scream Fest” which happens every day at my house.
The 3 O’clock Scream Fest from katiemagic and Vimeo.
The only things I’ve sewn of which I have photographic evidence. Sorry about the crappy skirt picture.
Kent’s contract job requires him to be in their office for regular business hours. This means that for the first time since January I am Solo Parent for around 10 hours a day. It’s been quite a change lemme tell ya. I had forgotten how my brain starts to fry around 3 every day after being alone with him for so long. By the time he goes to bed I am one snappish mama. To avoid this I’m starting to try to think of super fun things to do at that time of the day so we’re both distracted until Kent gets home.
The first one was painting with hands and feet (thank you Teletubbies for that idea) which went over really well and we both had fun with. Except when the paint ran out and Ellis freaked the hell out. It’s a good thing he still likes baths because that was the only thing that calmed him down.
Then, I tried building a house (he’s obsessed with being in the “house” which means putting anything over his head, even just a hand) out of cardboard boxes. This was a very bad idea. Well, it was a great idea gone bad. He was so excited about the three “houses” that he kept trying to crawl into them while I was trying to cut them up to make one big one. This was frustrating to no end, and I should have just let him play in them as they were (which he was having a blast doing) instead of trying to make The! Best! Cardboard! House! Ever! For! My! Special! Boy! As it was I ended up making him stay in his room with the door closed until I could get the boxes all taped together and safety hazards out of the way. By that time we were both so frustrated with each other it was no fun at all. With that said, after he went to bed that night I hot glued a bunch of rocks and shells that he collected on our beach day to the sign on top of his house and since that addition the house has been a hit.
Yesterday we brought the house outside and painted it with brushes, hands and feet. It was fun until again, we ran out of paint and Ellis threw a fit. But! I filled up our beach pails with water and we washed off the brushes and painted the driveway with the water which saved the day.
I have no idea what else I’m going to do. I’m toying with the idea of having a different theme each week and centering our activities on it. But I’m not sure how long my attention span will hold out. Anyone know of any good resources for toddler activities?
My father has tried to quit smoking about 4 million times. As he tells it, when he’s the one smoking in public, everyone else is looking at him like he’s a leper. When he’s quit, everyone else in the world is smoking.
Is it just me or are there a crapload of blogging people preggers right now? Here are just a few which I read daily:
OK, so maybe it just feels like an assload.
Lately I’ve been feeling like I really would like to try for three kiddos. In my perfect world none of them would be more that 2 1/2 years apart, but we’ve already missed that mark and it ain’t lookin good anytime soon.
The tipping point in favor of three was when my uncle Mike died last year. It was so sudden, and hit us all so hard. My mom isn’t ever going to be the same after losing him. They were so close. And if he was her only sibling, I think it would be even harder.
I don’t want that for Ellis or any subsequent kids.
So we either have to start trying and have faith that the money to afford two kids will come (hardy har har). Or put it off until there are several years between Ellis and the second/hypothetical child.
F-ing family planning. F-ing sucks sometimes.
I am having so much fun sewing! I’ve sewn a tote bag, a pillow case from an old sheet, a baby blanket (that I hope don’t won’t (Jesus, one typo and you end up sounding like you didn’t make it past 2nd grade) fall apart in the wash) a half dozen or so pre-fold diapers, and yesterday I sewed a skirt!
I NEVER thought I could sew something that I am able to wear. It’s cute and it only took me 3 hours. Plus the fabric came from Wal-Mart’s (blech) $1 per yard pile so it only cost around 5 bucks to make.
Do you know what this means? Now I can avoid buying large clothes at the store for a reason other than the simple fact that I don’t want to go buy this or that size. I can say it’s because I can make it myself for cheaper for around the same amount of time it would take to shop for it.
Because I know you’re just as excited as I am, I’ll post some pictures later.
For now I’m off to take my amazing husband to lunch for his 37th birthday. Happy birthday baby! Thank you for all you do to support me (financially and emotionally). I can’t believe it’s the 8th birthday we’ve spent together! I love you.
