Where did May go?
I know, I'm a slacker. Unless you count running around after three small children under five, a husband, and a cat. Personally, I think it must count for something!
This past week has been somewhat of a mess, as I tried to do all of the said running around with what I think qualifies as my worst migraine ever (it only lasted three days instead of the previous champion at five days, but this one included visual disturbances and was greatly aggravated by the shrieking of said small children) followed by days of what definitely qualifies as the worst case of hives I've ever had, though this being only the fourth or fifth case, I don't have much to compare it to. It's possible I caused them by taking every drug I could find in the house in an attempt to soothe the unrelenting migraine. K found an article last night about a man undergoing surgery who was found to have greenish-black "Vulcan-like" blood due to his consumption of 200 mg per day of Imitrex (migraine medicine.) Interesting, considering that I was taking 300 mg per day at the height of my misery (not that it did any good.) Maybe I'd better double check with my doctor about the maximum I should be taking, hmm? I've had migraines since I was a little girl, maybe 9 years old or so, and now 28 years later, I've finally made an appointment to see a neurologist. A little slow on the draw, maybe, but I eventually get things done.
Rayan brightened my week considerably by taking his first steps! He has been hinting that he was ready for days, and K was lucky enough to be home for lunch this past Wednesday (he was kind enough to come help me because of my migraine,) when Rayan took two steps from the chair to see me on the sofa. He was so delighted with our cheers and applause that he taught himself to clap later the same day. He's been taking a few steps every day, and is eager to please when anyone encourages him to walk. He knows the meaning of the word!
Layth has been reminding me a lot of Mina lately. He loves to help me cook in the kitchen. Not dinner, so much, but breakfast and desserts, definitely. And when he talks, he really talks. He makes my ears tired, he talks so fast and so much! Mina was the same way. I want to be a good mom and really listen to my children. If I recognize that I'm not focusing and I'm thinking of something else while I nod and say "mmhmm," I'll stop and ask them to say it again. After all, what if I've just agreed that it would be a great idea to help the baby up to the top of the slide in a wagon and push him down backwards into the toddler pool? But when Layth's talking non-stop, my brain seems to involuntarily go on hiatus and I just have to whine at him, Layla-style, "Layth, you're making my ears tired!" Because he is!
Maya is reminding me of Mina in the sense that she's Mama's girl, like Mina was for a time. It's nice, but it's hard at the same time. I know it will pass, and I'll remember it more fondly than I do now when I really want K to be the one to change her diaper or put her to bed once in a while. On the other hand, she's reminding me of Layla in the way that she plays and interacts with other children. While Mina and Layth couldn't wait for school, Layla never really wanted to go, and I have a feeling Maya will be in no hurry to leave the nest, either. I thought it would be nice to learn the lullaby they loved from Lady and the Tramp to sing to them at bedtime, but my clingy little girl whose feelings are easily hurt by her bossy big brother now comes to me at least twenty times a day crying, "Mama, sing La La Lu!" If I'm aggravated by the situation, it's very hard to sing, and if I don't sing, the wailing escalates until I'm on the verge of madness, at which point it's even harder to sing. It is nice to be able to sing it to comfort her when she gets a bump or a bruise, or at bedtime, but there are an untold number of times that I loathe that song. I know that in 5 or 10 years, though, I'll long for the days that I could cuddle her and sing it. Funny how time works on us, isn't it?
I'm starting to feel anxious about the move to Seattle. I was excited at first, because even though I'm starting to get tired of moving and am ready to settle down, I've always looked forward to new places and new houses. I've also never loved Texas for anything other than the fact that my family is here, and with the arrival of the Texas summer sun (the bright sun being the main trigger for my migraines) blasting us into the 90's, I've been enviously watching the Seattle temperatures hovering in the 60's and looking forward to the cooler weather. My mother has been pretty upset about our leaving, but it wasn't until it really sunk in that I was going to be missing so much of Justin's life, again, that I started to understand how she was feeling. As unfair as it seems, it is easier to leave my mom than to leave my son. He'll be going to college now, then starting a family, and there will hopefully be grandchildren, and all I'll see of that are glimpses caught during brief visits and shared pictures and videos. Mom and Justin and I all meet up periodically for movies or dinners just on a whim and there will be no more of that. My Nana and Granddaddy are here and approaching their 90's, but I'm so busy with the children that I hardly see them, and I may not have many more opportunities once we've moved away. I tried to appease my mother by pointing out that we'll probably have more hours together when we have whole vacations together than with just the occasional meals and movies together, but she's right, it's not the same. I was lying down with Maya in the dark the other night, and trying to imagine how it would feel to be lying there in a strange house in a strange town in less than two months, and I felt very aware of the vast distance between Dallas and Seattle (2083 miles between my mom and K's office, to be exact) and I felt very lonely and sad. Today, though, as I napped with Maya during the day, I had a dream that we were in Seattle, with a view of the snow-capped mountains in the distance through our windows, and we were watching fireworks through the windows, and there was a feeling of peace and contentment. That gave me some comfort. We've been following the job for our entire marriage, never really knowing what was next or where we were going. I hope this is the last step, and that security follows.
This past week has been somewhat of a mess, as I tried to do all of the said running around with what I think qualifies as my worst migraine ever (it only lasted three days instead of the previous champion at five days, but this one included visual disturbances and was greatly aggravated by the shrieking of said small children) followed by days of what definitely qualifies as the worst case of hives I've ever had, though this being only the fourth or fifth case, I don't have much to compare it to. It's possible I caused them by taking every drug I could find in the house in an attempt to soothe the unrelenting migraine. K found an article last night about a man undergoing surgery who was found to have greenish-black "Vulcan-like" blood due to his consumption of 200 mg per day of Imitrex (migraine medicine.) Interesting, considering that I was taking 300 mg per day at the height of my misery (not that it did any good.) Maybe I'd better double check with my doctor about the maximum I should be taking, hmm? I've had migraines since I was a little girl, maybe 9 years old or so, and now 28 years later, I've finally made an appointment to see a neurologist. A little slow on the draw, maybe, but I eventually get things done.
Rayan brightened my week considerably by taking his first steps! He has been hinting that he was ready for days, and K was lucky enough to be home for lunch this past Wednesday (he was kind enough to come help me because of my migraine,) when Rayan took two steps from the chair to see me on the sofa. He was so delighted with our cheers and applause that he taught himself to clap later the same day. He's been taking a few steps every day, and is eager to please when anyone encourages him to walk. He knows the meaning of the word!
Layth has been reminding me a lot of Mina lately. He loves to help me cook in the kitchen. Not dinner, so much, but breakfast and desserts, definitely. And when he talks, he really talks. He makes my ears tired, he talks so fast and so much! Mina was the same way. I want to be a good mom and really listen to my children. If I recognize that I'm not focusing and I'm thinking of something else while I nod and say "mmhmm," I'll stop and ask them to say it again. After all, what if I've just agreed that it would be a great idea to help the baby up to the top of the slide in a wagon and push him down backwards into the toddler pool? But when Layth's talking non-stop, my brain seems to involuntarily go on hiatus and I just have to whine at him, Layla-style, "Layth, you're making my ears tired!" Because he is!
Maya is reminding me of Mina in the sense that she's Mama's girl, like Mina was for a time. It's nice, but it's hard at the same time. I know it will pass, and I'll remember it more fondly than I do now when I really want K to be the one to change her diaper or put her to bed once in a while. On the other hand, she's reminding me of Layla in the way that she plays and interacts with other children. While Mina and Layth couldn't wait for school, Layla never really wanted to go, and I have a feeling Maya will be in no hurry to leave the nest, either. I thought it would be nice to learn the lullaby they loved from Lady and the Tramp to sing to them at bedtime, but my clingy little girl whose feelings are easily hurt by her bossy big brother now comes to me at least twenty times a day crying, "Mama, sing La La Lu!" If I'm aggravated by the situation, it's very hard to sing, and if I don't sing, the wailing escalates until I'm on the verge of madness, at which point it's even harder to sing. It is nice to be able to sing it to comfort her when she gets a bump or a bruise, or at bedtime, but there are an untold number of times that I loathe that song. I know that in 5 or 10 years, though, I'll long for the days that I could cuddle her and sing it. Funny how time works on us, isn't it?
I'm starting to feel anxious about the move to Seattle. I was excited at first, because even though I'm starting to get tired of moving and am ready to settle down, I've always looked forward to new places and new houses. I've also never loved Texas for anything other than the fact that my family is here, and with the arrival of the Texas summer sun (the bright sun being the main trigger for my migraines) blasting us into the 90's, I've been enviously watching the Seattle temperatures hovering in the 60's and looking forward to the cooler weather. My mother has been pretty upset about our leaving, but it wasn't until it really sunk in that I was going to be missing so much of Justin's life, again, that I started to understand how she was feeling. As unfair as it seems, it is easier to leave my mom than to leave my son. He'll be going to college now, then starting a family, and there will hopefully be grandchildren, and all I'll see of that are glimpses caught during brief visits and shared pictures and videos. Mom and Justin and I all meet up periodically for movies or dinners just on a whim and there will be no more of that. My Nana and Granddaddy are here and approaching their 90's, but I'm so busy with the children that I hardly see them, and I may not have many more opportunities once we've moved away. I tried to appease my mother by pointing out that we'll probably have more hours together when we have whole vacations together than with just the occasional meals and movies together, but she's right, it's not the same. I was lying down with Maya in the dark the other night, and trying to imagine how it would feel to be lying there in a strange house in a strange town in less than two months, and I felt very aware of the vast distance between Dallas and Seattle (2083 miles between my mom and K's office, to be exact) and I felt very lonely and sad. Today, though, as I napped with Maya during the day, I had a dream that we were in Seattle, with a view of the snow-capped mountains in the distance through our windows, and we were watching fireworks through the windows, and there was a feeling of peace and contentment. That gave me some comfort. We've been following the job for our entire marriage, never really knowing what was next or where we were going. I hope this is the last step, and that security follows.
posted by Nikki | 9:04 PM
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2083 miles
at least it's over land
:-(
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