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A few weeks ago I read this quote on one of my favorite blogs and absolutely fell in love with it:
“Let everything happen to you – the beauty, the terror. Just keep going, no feeling is final.” ~Rilke
Jennifer, over at Playgroups are No Place for Children, mentioned that she might even tattoo those words onto herself. I love it.
This morning I think I heard a quote I'd be willing to have tattooed on me, if I didn't remember how much it hurts to get a tattoo.
I was talking with a friend at work, just about things... and she told me the story of how on the day she was diagnosed with breast cancer she was on her way home and passed by a water treatment facitility that always has sayings and quotes on a sign in front of the building. The day she was diagnosed with breast cancer that sign read,
"Worry is a misuse of your imagination."
How awesome is that? Oh - and she's been cancer free for years! I don't know how many... I sort of lost count after the first one... but she's doing absolutely great and continues to be an inspiration to me both for my work life and home life.
Showing posts with label things I can't control. Show all posts
Showing posts with label things I can't control. Show all posts
Monday, March 08, 2010
Friday, March 05, 2010
And so it ends....
I walked into work this morning and right into a hallway filled with parents waiting to register their children for my preschool program.
It was beyond flattering to see so many familiar faces, especially after all the BS they've been through to get their children into this preschool program.
Registration started at 8am. People were lined up outside the school as early as 4am. Seriously.
I love it.
Some people didn't want this program anymore. But guess what - the parents do and the parents worked their butts off to make this happen.
And it happened.
Awesome.
It was beyond flattering to see so many familiar faces, especially after all the BS they've been through to get their children into this preschool program.
Registration started at 8am. People were lined up outside the school as early as 4am. Seriously.
I love it.
Some people didn't want this program anymore. But guess what - the parents do and the parents worked their butts off to make this happen.
And it happened.
Awesome.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Almost Over
So this week, this week I have no control over, is almost over.
My mom did stellar in her surgery. She's home now with a sore throat. The tumor appears to be benign, but we'll know for sure in a few weeks.
I totally had a panic attack on my way to my kickboxing class - only because I didn't hear from my sister after my sister actually saw my mom after surgery. Sure, my sister talked to me after the surgery and told me that Mom was in the recovery room and the doctor was pleased with how it went... but still, I guess I needed to hear that my sister had actually seen Mom and talked to her. Anyway, this little panic attack, and the fact that I couldn't get a hold of my sister, caused me to be one of those people that carries their cell phones out of the locker room and upstairs at the gym. I hate those people. At least, I hate that they can't be away from their phone for an hour. But yeah, I was one of them, and at our first break for water during class I checked my phone and had to call my sister back. But let me tell you, I was able to focus so much better in class after talking to my sister.
I called her after class was finished and she was quick to point out that we all have our own addictions. Mine just happens to be working out. Which, if I had to pick an addiction to have, well, this one's not that bad. I remember when I was waiting for our flight to take off for Florida during a Winter Storm Watch, I kept telling Mike, "I just want to go running." I actually did do some yoga poses in the airport while waiting.
In the meantime, I've been watching my friend's 3 month old baby girl. I started this week and will be watching "Baby Rayna" until the end of the school year on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The biggest difference from having your own baby and watching someone else's is this: With my own babies after trying to get them to sleep and learning that really, they just wanted to sleep in my arms, I'd get frustrated. I'd wonder when I could ever lay them down. With this baby I realized I find it flattering that she prefers my arms. And I know, I won't be holding her all night long, all day long, for the rest of my life. Just until 4 o'clock or so. I sort of wish I would have been more flattered that my own babies wanted me to hold them all the time and less frustrated. If my memory serves me, I did enjoy that more with Liam, but with Quinn, my first, I really thought that would never end. I couldn't imagine ever sleeping through the night again. And now I know. This Baby Rayna goes home, we have dinner, play, and I put the boys in their beds and know, that most likely, it'll be quiet in our house until morning. Gosh, I love my sleep. Oh? And also? There's quite a few things I miss about the baby stage, but so far, this babysitting gig has not caused me to want a third child. Not. at. all.
And tomorrow is registration for my preschool program. I call it mine, even though I don't actually own it. Well, I "own" it, but not legally or anything. So, I'm planning on wearing my "K-Prep Rocks" shirt a parent gave me a few years ago. Cheezy, I know, but funny at the same time, right?
My mom did stellar in her surgery. She's home now with a sore throat. The tumor appears to be benign, but we'll know for sure in a few weeks.
I totally had a panic attack on my way to my kickboxing class - only because I didn't hear from my sister after my sister actually saw my mom after surgery. Sure, my sister talked to me after the surgery and told me that Mom was in the recovery room and the doctor was pleased with how it went... but still, I guess I needed to hear that my sister had actually seen Mom and talked to her. Anyway, this little panic attack, and the fact that I couldn't get a hold of my sister, caused me to be one of those people that carries their cell phones out of the locker room and upstairs at the gym. I hate those people. At least, I hate that they can't be away from their phone for an hour. But yeah, I was one of them, and at our first break for water during class I checked my phone and had to call my sister back. But let me tell you, I was able to focus so much better in class after talking to my sister.
I called her after class was finished and she was quick to point out that we all have our own addictions. Mine just happens to be working out. Which, if I had to pick an addiction to have, well, this one's not that bad. I remember when I was waiting for our flight to take off for Florida during a Winter Storm Watch, I kept telling Mike, "I just want to go running." I actually did do some yoga poses in the airport while waiting.
In the meantime, I've been watching my friend's 3 month old baby girl. I started this week and will be watching "Baby Rayna" until the end of the school year on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The biggest difference from having your own baby and watching someone else's is this: With my own babies after trying to get them to sleep and learning that really, they just wanted to sleep in my arms, I'd get frustrated. I'd wonder when I could ever lay them down. With this baby I realized I find it flattering that she prefers my arms. And I know, I won't be holding her all night long, all day long, for the rest of my life. Just until 4 o'clock or so. I sort of wish I would have been more flattered that my own babies wanted me to hold them all the time and less frustrated. If my memory serves me, I did enjoy that more with Liam, but with Quinn, my first, I really thought that would never end. I couldn't imagine ever sleeping through the night again. And now I know. This Baby Rayna goes home, we have dinner, play, and I put the boys in their beds and know, that most likely, it'll be quiet in our house until morning. Gosh, I love my sleep. Oh? And also? There's quite a few things I miss about the baby stage, but so far, this babysitting gig has not caused me to want a third child. Not. at. all.
And tomorrow is registration for my preschool program. I call it mine, even though I don't actually own it. Well, I "own" it, but not legally or anything. So, I'm planning on wearing my "K-Prep Rocks" shirt a parent gave me a few years ago. Cheezy, I know, but funny at the same time, right?
Sunday, February 28, 2010
This Week
This week on Tuesday my mom will be having a surgery on her thyroid. There's a lump, or something on there. The doctors are planning on taking it off, sending it down to the pathology department to have it tested for cancer, and if it is cancer - taking out the entire thyroid. Seems to be a pretty common thing - having your thyroid removed. As a matter of fact - a friend of mine's mom just had her's removed. And everything went well. I'm worried though. The last surgery my mom had a few months ago (totally unrelated) went a little longer because her blood pressure dropped while they were operating. So, I'm really hoping for a smooth surgery this time. That's Tuesday.
**News Flash**
While we were in Disney World - many outraged parents showed up at the February Board Meeting and the School Board voted once again on the preschool program I teach. This time to keep the program - with some changes. (Basically, instead of working 3 whole days I'd work 5 half days - still, perfectly balanced with my home life and awesome.)
**News Flash Over**
So, this Friday is registration for that preschool program. Except in order to have a program next year at least 16 children need to register for MWF mornings and 10 for Tues/Thurs mornings. And - these parents - who have already gone through quite a bit regarding this program - are being asked to pay the entire year's tuition 30 days after registration. That's $1100 or $1600 the school wants to collect upfront. That's a lot of cash. I'm really hoping that enough parents can manage that. I really do love teaching preschool - I love the school I'm in - and of course, I love that balance.
**News Flash**
While we were in Disney World - many outraged parents showed up at the February Board Meeting and the School Board voted once again on the preschool program I teach. This time to keep the program - with some changes. (Basically, instead of working 3 whole days I'd work 5 half days - still, perfectly balanced with my home life and awesome.)
**News Flash Over**
So, this Friday is registration for that preschool program. Except in order to have a program next year at least 16 children need to register for MWF mornings and 10 for Tues/Thurs mornings. And - these parents - who have already gone through quite a bit regarding this program - are being asked to pay the entire year's tuition 30 days after registration. That's $1100 or $1600 the school wants to collect upfront. That's a lot of cash. I'm really hoping that enough parents can manage that. I really do love teaching preschool - I love the school I'm in - and of course, I love that balance.
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