Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Tell me about your life Tuesday!

I have been battling with headaches for the past few days. I have another one right now and typing is distracting me from the pain.

"Ow, ow, fuckity ow"
(the one who knows what movie this is from is my is my new best friend)


I had an interview at Starbucks yesterday to be a barista. I was very nervous! I stumbled over my words a couple times but other than that, I think I did pretty well. I find out if I am hired by tomorrow. I need something to get me out of my house, and make some money. Sugar Mama right here. ;)

There are only 6 months left until my Theo is in full day kindergarten. I am really trying to cherish time with just the two of us at home-it is going to be so quiet come August. I plan to be either working or going to school or both once there are no little people under my care during the day. I have to say I am pretty excited about this new stage of life too!

I am eating a delicious pear,  drinking my almond milk with a little bit of coffee and brown sugar (try it, it's UH-MAAZING!), and thinking just how lucky I am to have this life I do.


!! It's Tuesday. Tell me about YOUR life !!

Monday, November 18, 2013

a 'nuggly Monday.

I head upstairs with my sweet four year old boy, Theo, for his nap.

He lays his head down, then sits right back up.

"Mama- let's 'nuggle."

Dishes wait for me. Laundry needs to be done. The house could use a thorough vacuuming.

Instead, I 'nuggle.

And it's worth a dirty house. So worth it. 

So incredibly worth feeling my son slowly fall asleep while my arms comfort him.

And with those moments of closeness with my baby boy, I no longer have a case of the Mondays.

Monday is beautiful today. 



Tuesday, July 30, 2013

therapy is therapeutic. imagine that.

Confession: I am seeing a therapist and I love her!! 

I have long been told by my doctor that a counselor of some sort can be super beneficial to those with bipolar disorder. 

And I have not listened for a long time. 

Then I started to just feel really unhappy. Unfulfilled. I needed some direction in my life. My heart was yearning for change and growth. 

A friend recommended her therapist to me. We are working on so much: 

my self esteem
learning how to communicate more effectively
letting go of bad habits
the psychological reasons behind my emotional eating and eating issues
being kind and compassionate to myself
meditating and grounding myself- such a cool concept that helps the manic Nicole focus.

For the first time in a long while, I feel hopeful for the future. 
(A lot of this also has to do with FINALLY working with my doctors (yes, plural)  on a regular basis to adjust, experiment, and figure out the right combo of medications that will work for me. 

I am in a really good place, and learning to accept me for who I am- the good and the "bad".

Thursday, April 4, 2013

boys and chaos and trashed house, oh my!

                                         We are on Day 4 of Spring Break in this here house.


Yep. That pretty much sums things up.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

I hate March.

The 27th of March is an odd place for me. 

My mother's birthday falls on the 26th of March and she left this world on the 28th of March. This year, I decided we needed to celebrate her birthday. I had some drinks, like I would have done with her. I planned to make cupcakes, but too late in the day, I realized I didn't have everything in the cupboards and fridge I needed for a cupcake endeavor. Despite that, I felt genuine happiness yesterday in thinking of her on the day that brought her spirit into this world.

In years past, this month of March has brought with it pain. Before my brain even realizes it's March, my spirit knows. It remembers the hard, HARD moments of the year 2002. It plays over and over the scenes of her life ending. This brings me so much sadness and in my brain, March is also known as The Month Of Tears.

This year, it is as if the tears are stopped up. I want to cry, to feel that release and yet, I had not been able to. As Matt and I were getting ready to go to bed, I suddenly  began to cry as if my life depended on it. My heart certainly did. All of the emotions of the day suddenly flooded out their release. It felt good to cry. It also felt really good to say goodbye to yesterday.

Then came the 27th.

The 27th is the day my mama was admitted into the Hospice Unit of the hospital, and the day we said our last goodbyes, as my mother was put into a medication induced coma. My family and I were told that it would not be long before she passed away, and yet she kept fighting. This day represents a day of waiting between life (her birthday) and the next day, when she lost her fight with lung cancer.

I have told myself over and over that these few days are just that-days. I tell that to my heart and yet it does not believe me. The pain is fresh in this week, every year.

I miss her scrambled egg breakfast creations.

I miss the way she threw her entire head back when she laughed.

I miss the relationship I had with her- the way she loved me, the way she knew me.

I miss being able to talk to her about anything and never feeling judged.

I miss things I never knew I would miss at the time:
her smell
watching her mother myself and my brother
how she always inspired me to be a better version of myself


This day is the in-between of it all, and it sucks.
I ache to share my present life with her.
I remember her- what she taught me, what she showed me, how she loved me.
That is how I get through.
Still, I hate March.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

my life rocks.

                                          This is the only picture I took on Christmas Day.


                                                Totally sums up how great the day was! 
                                     This is my niece, Ryan. Isn't she gorgeous?!

We are in the middle of Matt's 2 week staycation extravaganza!
AKA We might have strep (again!) and the house is just now getting picked up after Christmas. :)
Despite the germs, I have loved every minute of having my lovey home. I miss this bearded fella while he is at work.


Boys have been loving their break from school when Mom's new everyday response is, "Pajamas? Why not?"
                                    Pajamas also mean robes and any accessories we can find.

There was even one day when Mason & Jack cleaned the kitchen! Jump back!



                          And of course, life wouldn't be complete without my Daffy Laffy Taffy.
                                 Hi! I am from Amish land and this is my sidekick, Meow.

                                          This is how she looks at me 85% of the time.

All this to say:
 Life is good, Christmas was grand and our family is really looking forward to the new year!

                                                                 Happy Holidays!

Thursday, November 22, 2012

happy tofurkey day!

Will is thankful for games, birthdays, and cow racing. Makes perfect sense to me.