Earlier today all I kept thinking was, I really wish Dustin was here. I need him in the worlds worst way. I need his help. I need his comforting words. I need him to be here for our kids. I need him for me. You see, I am facing a new round of grief. One I'm becoming familiar with as the days turn into months and the months turn into years. One I'm learning to live with.
One thing a lot of people feel and think is that there is a time limit on grief. Well, apparently these people have never lost someone so close and significant to them because they are full of shit. When you loose someone so close to you, like I wrote in my previous post, there is this void that can never be filled. You have to learn how to live with this void and that is no easy task.
Lately I have been greatly struggling to stay afloat. At least that's how I feel. When you don't have another adult in the home, who knows how your household runs and knows your kids, knows you, you get lost in your own thoughts very quickly and easily. And these thoughts can be a wide array of things. So not having another voice of reason with you is hard. Flat out hard. So as today progressed, my thoughts also progressed.
I can't do this. I'm always 10 steps behind. Why can't I finish laundry? What new way can I display the routine chart so everyone can see it and complete the items in a timely manner? How am I going to teach them to do this? How am I going to accomplish that? Etc, etc. All of these thoughts and more run rabid in my brain and I don't have "my person" here with me anymore that can help calm them. So they run and run and run until I have a panic attack and crash. Which is what happened today.
I got to bath time and thought to myself, How great would it be to have my relief pitcher come home right now? I'd feel so much more secure, calm and at peace and my crashing panic attack would disappear in a moments notice. But, then that haunting thought came into my mind again, he won't ever come back home. He won't ever be my relief pitcher again. And that my friends, is a rough thing to continue to realize.
When you finally don't have the widow fog anymore and are able to really start thinking again, you realize that life must go on. Life needs to start where you are. Not where you left off. If you start where you left off, you'll be stuck forever. Trying to wrap your brain around the whole situation. So, like I've written before, you start a whole new routine. A whole new life learning to live without them.
For me, I've had to figure out how to live without daily relief. Dustin was so good at being my teammate. We worked in our home as a team so we could spend more time together. I've had to set boundaries for myself so that I can stay positive. Like putting positive and uplifting quotes next to old pictures of us so I can feel as if he's telling me those things, so I keep going. I've had to make myself do other things so that I'm not sitting here on the couch watching mindless TV to numb everything that happened throughout my day. Recently I've taken to reading books. Lots of books. I've had to do so much soul searching that I feel so mentally exhausted and I don't know how I'm going to make it through the rest of a day. It's been hard learning to be accountable for myself when I was so used to being accountable with him.
I know I say it all the time, but this, learning to live without him, has been the hardest trial I've had to face yet. Loosing him was the easy part. Well, sort of. But learning to go on in this life without him has felt almost impossible lately. It is a momentary battle I face all day, every day. And most days, I really don't like it. But I keep persevering because I know the more faithful I am, the more diligent I am and the more I show that I accept God's plan for me, the better my reunion with him will be. I will continue to learn to live without him so that when the time has come, I can be with him for all of eternity :)
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Void with Security
So last night I was laying in bed scrolling through Facebook, Instagram and Pinterest. Like I always do. Every night. And that's when it hit me. I am filling a void. I am trying to fill the emptiness my soul feels. Every. Single. Minute. Of every. Single. Day.
Why? Why am I torturing myself with this every night? And MULTIPLE times during the day? Because I feel empty. I feel a major void in my heart, mind and soul and I'm trying to fill it.
So, why did it take me 2 1/2 years to finally realize that I am trying to fill a void? Because the whole first year is a complete shock, the second year is figuring out how to live life again and the start of your brain regaining its ground. As more time passes, it comes back even more and you're able to think about things on a deeper level. And when that light bulb went off last night, I actually saw it for what it is. For what it has been since he died in March of 2014.
A very dear friend of mine tagged me in a music video on Facebook last week and the song resonated with me more than anything ever has. The song is called "Jealous of the Angels." Its about a loved one being taken too soon and the grief that follows the shock of hearing that news, how there is another angel around the throne that night and being jealous of the angels around that throne. I have not cried that hard, probably since the day he died. But it's because I've been trying to fill that void instead of facing it.
Sometimes when you loose someone so close to you, who meant so much to you and was so much a part of your life, a part of you, it's hard to face the fact that they really truly are gone and that you have to go on living without them. That you have to go on raising your kids without them while also trying to keep their spirit alive for them. How can that be done when you feel so empty? How can you do this when you feel a HUGE void in your heart? How can you do this when your heart literally cringes when you look at pictures of them? Or think of memories with them in it? It's an answer I'm still diligently searching for and doing my best with in the mean time.
One thing I do know is that the more their name is spoken, the more memories are talked about and the more you are forced to look at pictures, the easier it becomes. The hurt is still there. And it is there very deep. But it becomes lighter in the sense of security. You still have those memories of them. You still hear their name. You still see the happiness in those captured memories on film. The void will always be there and trying to fill it with nonsense only makes it deeper. You aren't tackling that void. You aren't filling it with the right objects. I'm working on finding those right objects. I know a few really good ones. It's a matter of making them the priority and making them the security to my void so that I can build a bridge above it.
I will never overcome this void. It is not something that can be overcome. I will make this void a sense of security, though. I will build that bridge and make it the strongest bridge anyone has ever seen. It will be my void with security.
Why? Why am I torturing myself with this every night? And MULTIPLE times during the day? Because I feel empty. I feel a major void in my heart, mind and soul and I'm trying to fill it.
So, why did it take me 2 1/2 years to finally realize that I am trying to fill a void? Because the whole first year is a complete shock, the second year is figuring out how to live life again and the start of your brain regaining its ground. As more time passes, it comes back even more and you're able to think about things on a deeper level. And when that light bulb went off last night, I actually saw it for what it is. For what it has been since he died in March of 2014.
A very dear friend of mine tagged me in a music video on Facebook last week and the song resonated with me more than anything ever has. The song is called "Jealous of the Angels." Its about a loved one being taken too soon and the grief that follows the shock of hearing that news, how there is another angel around the throne that night and being jealous of the angels around that throne. I have not cried that hard, probably since the day he died. But it's because I've been trying to fill that void instead of facing it.
Sometimes when you loose someone so close to you, who meant so much to you and was so much a part of your life, a part of you, it's hard to face the fact that they really truly are gone and that you have to go on living without them. That you have to go on raising your kids without them while also trying to keep their spirit alive for them. How can that be done when you feel so empty? How can you do this when you feel a HUGE void in your heart? How can you do this when your heart literally cringes when you look at pictures of them? Or think of memories with them in it? It's an answer I'm still diligently searching for and doing my best with in the mean time.
One thing I do know is that the more their name is spoken, the more memories are talked about and the more you are forced to look at pictures, the easier it becomes. The hurt is still there. And it is there very deep. But it becomes lighter in the sense of security. You still have those memories of them. You still hear their name. You still see the happiness in those captured memories on film. The void will always be there and trying to fill it with nonsense only makes it deeper. You aren't tackling that void. You aren't filling it with the right objects. I'm working on finding those right objects. I know a few really good ones. It's a matter of making them the priority and making them the security to my void so that I can build a bridge above it.
I will never overcome this void. It is not something that can be overcome. I will make this void a sense of security, though. I will build that bridge and make it the strongest bridge anyone has ever seen. It will be my void with security.
Friday, August 26, 2016
Clarity in my Storm
It has been W A Y too long since my last post. But there has been a lot going on in my world, my storm.
In high school I had a quote that I loved. To this day it is still one of my favorite quotes. It reads, "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain." I never thought this quote would ring so true for me.
Back when my big storm started, there were other little storms circulating around me. As time passed, some of these storms became a little bigger and others stayed small. For a while, I didn't want to dance in them. I didn't want to face them alone. Until one day I realized that if I didn't do something, these storms were going to explode on me. So, I told myself that if I could survive the worst day of my life, these other issues couldn't be any worse.
With that, off I went into the brunt of them, taking them head on.
The biggest storm was with my son. I knew something wasn't adding up right. He was having melt down after meltdown. All day. Every day. He wasn't able to perform tasks that his younger sisters were starting to perform. So, I started asking questions to Dr.'s. Some didn't believe me and told me I needed to let hi grieve more. Others told me I needed to be a better parent. Others told me it was a phase and that he'd grow out of it. But I knew, deep down, something just wasn't right. We went to another pediatrician and my concerns were finally heard. We then started our journey with a developmental pediatrician.
This is where a small ray of sunshine peeked through my storm. She gave us a name, a reason and a diagnosis for him. She gave us a direction to go. A path to take.
This path had many specialty doctors to see. A cardiologist, neurologist, psychologist, phlebotomist and an occupational therapist. As time continued to pass and we were seeing these doctors and receiving more results, life continued to get harder with him. Every day was an even harder challenge than the one before. More issues arose and I kept having gut feelings about what I thought was going on with him. I kept hoping some one, some where down this road would see exactly what I saw. And then finally some one did.
During his appointments and my appointments with the Psychologist, the truth came out. He and I completed detailed testing and he was diagnosed with high functioning autism spectrum disorder, ADHD combined as well as anxiety. F I N A L L Y some one saw what I saw. Some one tested him with a very detailed test and found all of the areas and more that he struggles and yet is so incredibly bright in.
That storm finally gained clarity! I finally felt like I could dance in that rain!!
Now all the while this was going on, I had another, smaller storm surrounding me. My sweet middle daughter was constantly sick with strep throat. She was choking on her tonsils day and night. She wasn't able to breath out her poor little nose. We spent countless days at the doctor and even the ER. Her pediatrician referred her to an ENT and they decided that her tonsils and adenoids needed to be removed.
Well, low and behold, her surgery was happening the same week my sons detailed testing was finishing up. What a whirlwind for this momma! These two storms collided and I didn't know how I was going to muster through them. And then I remembered, they both were ending in clarity and were giving me the chance to dance right smack dab in the middle of both of them.
It hasn't been easy doing this without Dustin. But, having survived loosing him, these storms are so insignificant to me and seem so easy to dance through. I am ever so grateful to finally have the clarity I needed to push forward and to continue to be the best mom I can be for these kids.
I will forever be reminding myself, "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, its about learning to dance in the rain."
In high school I had a quote that I loved. To this day it is still one of my favorite quotes. It reads, "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain." I never thought this quote would ring so true for me.
Back when my big storm started, there were other little storms circulating around me. As time passed, some of these storms became a little bigger and others stayed small. For a while, I didn't want to dance in them. I didn't want to face them alone. Until one day I realized that if I didn't do something, these storms were going to explode on me. So, I told myself that if I could survive the worst day of my life, these other issues couldn't be any worse.
With that, off I went into the brunt of them, taking them head on.
The biggest storm was with my son. I knew something wasn't adding up right. He was having melt down after meltdown. All day. Every day. He wasn't able to perform tasks that his younger sisters were starting to perform. So, I started asking questions to Dr.'s. Some didn't believe me and told me I needed to let hi grieve more. Others told me I needed to be a better parent. Others told me it was a phase and that he'd grow out of it. But I knew, deep down, something just wasn't right. We went to another pediatrician and my concerns were finally heard. We then started our journey with a developmental pediatrician.
This is where a small ray of sunshine peeked through my storm. She gave us a name, a reason and a diagnosis for him. She gave us a direction to go. A path to take.
This path had many specialty doctors to see. A cardiologist, neurologist, psychologist, phlebotomist and an occupational therapist. As time continued to pass and we were seeing these doctors and receiving more results, life continued to get harder with him. Every day was an even harder challenge than the one before. More issues arose and I kept having gut feelings about what I thought was going on with him. I kept hoping some one, some where down this road would see exactly what I saw. And then finally some one did.
During his appointments and my appointments with the Psychologist, the truth came out. He and I completed detailed testing and he was diagnosed with high functioning autism spectrum disorder, ADHD combined as well as anxiety. F I N A L L Y some one saw what I saw. Some one tested him with a very detailed test and found all of the areas and more that he struggles and yet is so incredibly bright in.
That storm finally gained clarity! I finally felt like I could dance in that rain!!
Now all the while this was going on, I had another, smaller storm surrounding me. My sweet middle daughter was constantly sick with strep throat. She was choking on her tonsils day and night. She wasn't able to breath out her poor little nose. We spent countless days at the doctor and even the ER. Her pediatrician referred her to an ENT and they decided that her tonsils and adenoids needed to be removed.
Well, low and behold, her surgery was happening the same week my sons detailed testing was finishing up. What a whirlwind for this momma! These two storms collided and I didn't know how I was going to muster through them. And then I remembered, they both were ending in clarity and were giving me the chance to dance right smack dab in the middle of both of them.
It hasn't been easy doing this without Dustin. But, having survived loosing him, these storms are so insignificant to me and seem so easy to dance through. I am ever so grateful to finally have the clarity I needed to push forward and to continue to be the best mom I can be for these kids.
I will forever be reminding myself, "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, its about learning to dance in the rain."
Thursday, June 9, 2016
The "New Normal"
All along this journey of mine I've heard so many people say to me, "Oh Brianna you will find a new normal and life will go on. You'll be able to function again." Um, ok. I didn't think much would change after Dustin died. I thought that I could just keep going in life and keep everything the same. Well I was wrong and those who told me that I would find a new normal were right. Damn it.
So what is a "new normal"? I'm here to tell you it's not what I thought it would be. In fact, its very different from what I thought it would be. And here's why.
Right after Dustin died, well two months after he died, I had Tessie. So not only was I grieving the loss of my husband and the father to my children but I was also integrating a fourth child into the family. And I was doing this mostly alone. I had a lot of help from family with my kids and especially Tessie. But to be honest, I couldn't start a "new normal" for that entire first year. I had to grieve. I had to take care of a newborn, a 4 1/2 yr old, a 3 1/2 yr old and a 1 1/2 yr old. Which was no easy task! I passed the year mark, as I like to call it, and I now had a 5 1/2 yr old, a 4 1/2 yr old, a 2 1/2 yr old and an almost 1 yr old. Things were starting to change. They were finally starting to fall into place.
You see, that entire first year I did most of my grieving. Do I still grieve? Yes, but its not as heavy as it was then. That first year those grief waves were so incredibly high that I could barely catch my breath. I don't remember hardly anything from that first year and I'm glad that I don't because it was painful. But as I pushed through that first year mark and started onto year two I started to wake up and realize a lot of different things.
One of those things was that I am a single mom. I'm not your traditional single mom who sends her kids to dad every other weekend and for one to two nights a week. No, I am truly a single mom. So lots of things had to change for me. I had to find an inner strength I didn't know existed. I had to learn how to juggle it all and juggle it all pretty much alone. You really don't realize how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have. My kids count on me to do so much right now because they are all still so young and are still learning who they are and what they can do. And let me tell you, it is flat out exhausting trying to do it all alone. But this is where I found out what my "new normal" is.
My "new normal" consists of a house that isn't perfectly clean and won't be for a long time. And I'm ok with that. It consists of missed trash days and over flowing garbage cans because I forgot to take out the can to the street the night before. It consists of eating breakfast for every meal some days because I just don't have the energy to put into fixing anything else. It consists of planners everywhere for everything so I can try to remember what I absolutely NEED to do in order for our house to stay running. It consists of meltdowns from everyone at some point in time. It consists of cupboards being bare for longer than they should sometimes because I just simply couldn't make it to the store. It consists of nights spent crying myself to sleep wondering if I can do it all again the next day. It consists of long awaited time alone to enjoy myself and feeling like I am lost because I've been so focused on making a life for the kids and I. It consists of asking people for help when I'd rather try to figure it out myself. It consists of amazing people who bring us dinner, treats, straw pops, flowers, Facebook messages of encouragement and enlightenment etc. It consists of a love that is deeper than any love can ever be explained. It consists of children who look up to their mother seeing how she keeps going but breaks down occasionally. It consists of a knowledge of something that is far beyond my humanly reach. It consists of faith that is deeper than the deepest routed tree. It consists of so, so much more. But this is it. My "new normal". And while it is incredibly exhausting, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
I have learned so much about myself in finding my "new normal" that I don't even recognize the person I was while Dustin was alive. And it is invigorating to continue to learn even more about myself and what I really can do. I hear all the time how much of an example and inspiration I am to others. Well, I am an example and an inspiration to myself. I see how far I have come from that horrible day in March. And I couldn't be happier with the progress I've made. Making this imperfect life perfect.
So what is a "new normal"? I'm here to tell you it's not what I thought it would be. In fact, its very different from what I thought it would be. And here's why.
Right after Dustin died, well two months after he died, I had Tessie. So not only was I grieving the loss of my husband and the father to my children but I was also integrating a fourth child into the family. And I was doing this mostly alone. I had a lot of help from family with my kids and especially Tessie. But to be honest, I couldn't start a "new normal" for that entire first year. I had to grieve. I had to take care of a newborn, a 4 1/2 yr old, a 3 1/2 yr old and a 1 1/2 yr old. Which was no easy task! I passed the year mark, as I like to call it, and I now had a 5 1/2 yr old, a 4 1/2 yr old, a 2 1/2 yr old and an almost 1 yr old. Things were starting to change. They were finally starting to fall into place.
You see, that entire first year I did most of my grieving. Do I still grieve? Yes, but its not as heavy as it was then. That first year those grief waves were so incredibly high that I could barely catch my breath. I don't remember hardly anything from that first year and I'm glad that I don't because it was painful. But as I pushed through that first year mark and started onto year two I started to wake up and realize a lot of different things.
One of those things was that I am a single mom. I'm not your traditional single mom who sends her kids to dad every other weekend and for one to two nights a week. No, I am truly a single mom. So lots of things had to change for me. I had to find an inner strength I didn't know existed. I had to learn how to juggle it all and juggle it all pretty much alone. You really don't realize how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have. My kids count on me to do so much right now because they are all still so young and are still learning who they are and what they can do. And let me tell you, it is flat out exhausting trying to do it all alone. But this is where I found out what my "new normal" is.
My "new normal" consists of a house that isn't perfectly clean and won't be for a long time. And I'm ok with that. It consists of missed trash days and over flowing garbage cans because I forgot to take out the can to the street the night before. It consists of eating breakfast for every meal some days because I just don't have the energy to put into fixing anything else. It consists of planners everywhere for everything so I can try to remember what I absolutely NEED to do in order for our house to stay running. It consists of meltdowns from everyone at some point in time. It consists of cupboards being bare for longer than they should sometimes because I just simply couldn't make it to the store. It consists of nights spent crying myself to sleep wondering if I can do it all again the next day. It consists of long awaited time alone to enjoy myself and feeling like I am lost because I've been so focused on making a life for the kids and I. It consists of asking people for help when I'd rather try to figure it out myself. It consists of amazing people who bring us dinner, treats, straw pops, flowers, Facebook messages of encouragement and enlightenment etc. It consists of a love that is deeper than any love can ever be explained. It consists of children who look up to their mother seeing how she keeps going but breaks down occasionally. It consists of a knowledge of something that is far beyond my humanly reach. It consists of faith that is deeper than the deepest routed tree. It consists of so, so much more. But this is it. My "new normal". And while it is incredibly exhausting, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
I have learned so much about myself in finding my "new normal" that I don't even recognize the person I was while Dustin was alive. And it is invigorating to continue to learn even more about myself and what I really can do. I hear all the time how much of an example and inspiration I am to others. Well, I am an example and an inspiration to myself. I see how far I have come from that horrible day in March. And I couldn't be happier with the progress I've made. Making this imperfect life perfect.
Friday, May 6, 2016
Nothing Else Matters
With Mother's Day rapidly approaching, I decided to write about just that. Being a mother, and what really doesn't matter about being a mother.
Why would I write a post about what doesn't matter about being a mother?
Because an issue of perfectionism has been set forth for us to follow. Or at least make us feel pressured to follow. And we then feel VERY judged by other mothers is we aren't able to be that "perfect mother".
For our mother's, Hollywood set the example as to what, how and who a mother should be. For us, its social media. Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and probably many more sites I don't know about. We as a society have become so addicted to scrolling through our newsfeeds and searching for the latest pin, tweet, post and status update that we make that real life. But let me ask you a question. When you post on these sites, you *usually* post only your positive stuff or your greatest attempt at something. Right? Very seldomly do we post about negativity or a failed craft/project.
So, as we scroll through all of these sites, we see how perfect so-and-so is doing over there. And how so-and-so is way better at crafting than we are. And that so-and-so has a grasp on an organized house. And how so-and-so does so well about doing things with her kids. And so-and-so never has disagreements with her husband. I could go on and on. As you read/see these things you think to yourself, Well shit, I can't do that or I can't do this! I'm just not trying hard enough. I could probably fit that into our day. Ok, how do I do this or that? And then you stress over it and feel like a complete failure when you aren't able to accomplish everything you felt you needed to.
Why, why do we do this to ourselves?! Being a mother is hard work. From teaching manners to shapes, numbers, letters and colors to potty training to extracurricular activities to cleaning the house to doing laundry to making meals and many many more tasks we complete in a 24hr/7days a week period. So why put more pressure on ourselves to be the perfect mom and do crafts all the time with our kids? Or have a perfectly organized house? Or the perfect relationship with our husbands and kids? Or bake so our kids have homemade sweets instead of store bought? So on and so forth.
Why?!?! Because we feel so very pressured to do so. Society has made us feel that we NEED to do so. But the truth is we all have our strengths and weaknesses. And some areas will be stronger at times while others are weak and vice versa. What we need to do is embrace that. Embrace the strengths along with the weaknesses. None of us are perfect. Only one person on this earth has been, and that was Jesus Christ.
What I'm trying to tell you, from my experience as a single mom who can't do it all, DON'T try to do it all. DO do what you can. You know your strengths and weaknesses. You also know your kids and your husbands strengths and weaknesses. Use all of them to your advantage and you will feel as if you are the perfect mother. No one can be a more perfect mother to your family than you.
Take a moment for yourself and write down every evening what you did wonderfully. Even if it was just get out of bed to do what needed to be done so no one was a rugrat, thats perfectly fine! You did it. You mommed for the day and tomorrow is always a new day to try again. But don't beat yourself up about those days. It does more damage then needs to be done.
So always remember, nothing else in this social media world matters!
Why would I write a post about what doesn't matter about being a mother?
Because an issue of perfectionism has been set forth for us to follow. Or at least make us feel pressured to follow. And we then feel VERY judged by other mothers is we aren't able to be that "perfect mother".
For our mother's, Hollywood set the example as to what, how and who a mother should be. For us, its social media. Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and probably many more sites I don't know about. We as a society have become so addicted to scrolling through our newsfeeds and searching for the latest pin, tweet, post and status update that we make that real life. But let me ask you a question. When you post on these sites, you *usually* post only your positive stuff or your greatest attempt at something. Right? Very seldomly do we post about negativity or a failed craft/project.
So, as we scroll through all of these sites, we see how perfect so-and-so is doing over there. And how so-and-so is way better at crafting than we are. And that so-and-so has a grasp on an organized house. And how so-and-so does so well about doing things with her kids. And so-and-so never has disagreements with her husband. I could go on and on. As you read/see these things you think to yourself, Well shit, I can't do that or I can't do this! I'm just not trying hard enough. I could probably fit that into our day. Ok, how do I do this or that? And then you stress over it and feel like a complete failure when you aren't able to accomplish everything you felt you needed to.
Why, why do we do this to ourselves?! Being a mother is hard work. From teaching manners to shapes, numbers, letters and colors to potty training to extracurricular activities to cleaning the house to doing laundry to making meals and many many more tasks we complete in a 24hr/7days a week period. So why put more pressure on ourselves to be the perfect mom and do crafts all the time with our kids? Or have a perfectly organized house? Or the perfect relationship with our husbands and kids? Or bake so our kids have homemade sweets instead of store bought? So on and so forth.
Why?!?! Because we feel so very pressured to do so. Society has made us feel that we NEED to do so. But the truth is we all have our strengths and weaknesses. And some areas will be stronger at times while others are weak and vice versa. What we need to do is embrace that. Embrace the strengths along with the weaknesses. None of us are perfect. Only one person on this earth has been, and that was Jesus Christ.
What I'm trying to tell you, from my experience as a single mom who can't do it all, DON'T try to do it all. DO do what you can. You know your strengths and weaknesses. You also know your kids and your husbands strengths and weaknesses. Use all of them to your advantage and you will feel as if you are the perfect mother. No one can be a more perfect mother to your family than you.
Take a moment for yourself and write down every evening what you did wonderfully. Even if it was just get out of bed to do what needed to be done so no one was a rugrat, thats perfectly fine! You did it. You mommed for the day and tomorrow is always a new day to try again. But don't beat yourself up about those days. It does more damage then needs to be done.
So always remember, nothing else in this social media world matters!
Friday, April 8, 2016
Routine and Organization
A lot of people lately have been asking me how am I able to be a single parent to four young kids and keep it together so nicely. But really, I don't keep it together all that nicely. I am human just like the rest of you. I have my daily challenges with myself and each one of my kids that throws something off schedule. And for us, that can mean many, like all four kiddos, having meltdowns because of whatever it might have been. So really, what is my secret?
I'm here to tell you that I have 4 calendars. I have my trusty daily planner. In which I right out our routine. When each kid goes to school, when each kid comes home from school, what time we eat breakfast, what time we get dressed, brush our hair, brush our teeth, go potty, have snacks and meals, quiet time, bath time and bed time and then appointments when necessary. I then, after all of that is written out for the month (yes I do some things on a monthly basis), I pull out my handy dandy notebook!! Wait, sorry, we've been stuck on Blue's Clue's lately. I pull out my handy dandy smart phone and put reminders in my calendar AND my reminders app (I have an iPhone so its an automatic app) so that it reminds me of when to do these things. Because like I've said, I'm human and forget things a lot. I then sit down and do my chore calendar. It hangs in my kitchen and tells me when I'm supposed to clean my house, do laundry, change my water jugs and have me time. After I have that all set up, I again go to my trusty smart phone and set reminders for all of those tasks so I actually remember to do them. Last but not least is my meal calendar. I plan out every meal we eat. Breakfast, snack, lunch, snack and dinner. It's all planned out down to how much of a certain item I need at the store for the week. Not only does this help save money tremendously but it saves me when I have a human moment and forget what I was supposed to make for dinner.
You might be thinking to yourself, holy shit, that's way too much for me to handle. It would take me FOREVER to do all of that!! But there is a method to my madness. I set aside one evening a week or a month to do all of this. And sometimes its a couple of evenings depending on what kid needed me when or when grief strikes and makes me not want to do anything. So when I have my phone buzz at me, I feel important and then go and do whatever I have been reminded of and then I feel even more important because I adulted for that moment of time! And lets face it, adulting can be really hard sometimes.
I usually also sit down each night as I'm drinking my calming juice for the night (it really is juice guys!) and go through what is needed to be done the next day and add any errands I need to run or extra thing I need to do that has been added from the previous day.
My entire routine is ever changing as well. One thing I always leave room for is adjustment. If something isn't working after a couple of months, I switch what ever it might be around. And I do this until I find what works. You can ask anyone who knows me. I am always changing things until they work the way I need them to. Feel free to comment with questions too! If I can help you get better organized to be the best human you can be, I'm all for it :)
I'm here to tell you that I have 4 calendars. I have my trusty daily planner. In which I right out our routine. When each kid goes to school, when each kid comes home from school, what time we eat breakfast, what time we get dressed, brush our hair, brush our teeth, go potty, have snacks and meals, quiet time, bath time and bed time and then appointments when necessary. I then, after all of that is written out for the month (yes I do some things on a monthly basis), I pull out my handy dandy notebook!! Wait, sorry, we've been stuck on Blue's Clue's lately. I pull out my handy dandy smart phone and put reminders in my calendar AND my reminders app (I have an iPhone so its an automatic app) so that it reminds me of when to do these things. Because like I've said, I'm human and forget things a lot. I then sit down and do my chore calendar. It hangs in my kitchen and tells me when I'm supposed to clean my house, do laundry, change my water jugs and have me time. After I have that all set up, I again go to my trusty smart phone and set reminders for all of those tasks so I actually remember to do them. Last but not least is my meal calendar. I plan out every meal we eat. Breakfast, snack, lunch, snack and dinner. It's all planned out down to how much of a certain item I need at the store for the week. Not only does this help save money tremendously but it saves me when I have a human moment and forget what I was supposed to make for dinner.
You might be thinking to yourself, holy shit, that's way too much for me to handle. It would take me FOREVER to do all of that!! But there is a method to my madness. I set aside one evening a week or a month to do all of this. And sometimes its a couple of evenings depending on what kid needed me when or when grief strikes and makes me not want to do anything. So when I have my phone buzz at me, I feel important and then go and do whatever I have been reminded of and then I feel even more important because I adulted for that moment of time! And lets face it, adulting can be really hard sometimes.
I usually also sit down each night as I'm drinking my calming juice for the night (it really is juice guys!) and go through what is needed to be done the next day and add any errands I need to run or extra thing I need to do that has been added from the previous day.
My entire routine is ever changing as well. One thing I always leave room for is adjustment. If something isn't working after a couple of months, I switch what ever it might be around. And I do this until I find what works. You can ask anyone who knows me. I am always changing things until they work the way I need them to. Feel free to comment with questions too! If I can help you get better organized to be the best human you can be, I'm all for it :)
Before and After
So lately I've been having a lot more realizations coming at me. Not ones I purposely think about. Not ones I purposely talk about. Just ones that randomly cross my mind. One that happened to cross my mind while talking with my dad a couple of weeks ago was my happiness. My dad and I always have very good, long talks about just me. How I am doing, what I am doing and what my future plans are. What I love about these talks is that they never center on what happened to me. We both know its there and that it always will be, but that is never a topic of conversation unless it is brought up by something else we are talking about. And the other day, that just so happened to happen.
So as we were talking and he told me that I seem to be really happy right now, I stopped and thought for a few moments in time. As I thought I remembered how I've been feeling a separation lately. One between the life I had with Dustin and the one I have now. They are two totally separate lives. Completely intertwined but very separate. And that got me thinking about my happiness and after my mind had those few moments to process what he said and what I had thought about, I told him that I feel the happiest I've ever felt. But in my after life.
I was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life in the several months and year right before Dustin died. We had done it. We had finally figured out life. We knew each other like no one else. We knew our kids like no one else. We knew how to handle our life the way it needed to be handled. We had learned each others love languages and did everything we could to show love in the way each other needed. We were so incredibly happy and in such a good place. Spiritually, physically and emotionally. But then that was ripped away from me in a moment of time.
I didn't know how to handle it. I didn't know how to put one foot in front of the other. I didn't know how to go on without him. And it has taken a lot of trial and error. A lot of starting completely over with new routines because the old ones hurt too bad to continue. It has taken lots of time and patience with myself, finding who I am as an individual again. It has taken much faith and prayer, crying out to my Heavenly Father to just get me through the day so I can cross another one off my calendar.
Through all of this, though, I have been able to handle it. I have been able to put one foot in front of the other and go on without him. I have been able to find out who I am and make a life for our kids and I. And show them that we can live and have fun still. I have made my after life. And I have accepted this after life.
I think there are many different parts of acceptance when you loose someone you love. I think its different for each individual and the relationship you had with the deceased. I think it's one of the biggest steps in the healing journey as well. Once you've been able to accept, truly accept, that they are gone and that you have to continue on without them, you find more peace and solace. You are able to think a little more clearly. You are able to find your happiness like I have found mine.
So as we were talking and he told me that I seem to be really happy right now, I stopped and thought for a few moments in time. As I thought I remembered how I've been feeling a separation lately. One between the life I had with Dustin and the one I have now. They are two totally separate lives. Completely intertwined but very separate. And that got me thinking about my happiness and after my mind had those few moments to process what he said and what I had thought about, I told him that I feel the happiest I've ever felt. But in my after life.
I was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life in the several months and year right before Dustin died. We had done it. We had finally figured out life. We knew each other like no one else. We knew our kids like no one else. We knew how to handle our life the way it needed to be handled. We had learned each others love languages and did everything we could to show love in the way each other needed. We were so incredibly happy and in such a good place. Spiritually, physically and emotionally. But then that was ripped away from me in a moment of time.
I didn't know how to handle it. I didn't know how to put one foot in front of the other. I didn't know how to go on without him. And it has taken a lot of trial and error. A lot of starting completely over with new routines because the old ones hurt too bad to continue. It has taken lots of time and patience with myself, finding who I am as an individual again. It has taken much faith and prayer, crying out to my Heavenly Father to just get me through the day so I can cross another one off my calendar.
Through all of this, though, I have been able to handle it. I have been able to put one foot in front of the other and go on without him. I have been able to find out who I am and make a life for our kids and I. And show them that we can live and have fun still. I have made my after life. And I have accepted this after life.
I think there are many different parts of acceptance when you loose someone you love. I think its different for each individual and the relationship you had with the deceased. I think it's one of the biggest steps in the healing journey as well. Once you've been able to accept, truly accept, that they are gone and that you have to continue on without them, you find more peace and solace. You are able to think a little more clearly. You are able to find your happiness like I have found mine.
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