I’m still getting used to this whole “winter” thing. Truthfully, it’s been pretty mild here in CO when it comes to the cold and the snow, save for a week where we had single digit temps.
Much like the first snowfall, our first fall season in Colorado has me giddy. I’m making lots of soup, baking pumpkin treats, and turning the fireplace on almost nightly. Boots, mittens and scarves are actually necessities instead of accessories I don to make me feel like it’s fall, even though I am sweating up a storm in my get-up.
You might remember when I embarked on a 365-day journey to stop yelling at my kids. I vowed to practice keeping my voice down, responding quietly and not letting my anger and frustration get the best of me. I vowed to no longer be a “yeller.”
So here we are: Day 56/365 I still need some serious work. Unlearning a reaction you feel is innate is hard stuff; but I AM improving. I have gone into my room and yelled into my pillow. I have hit the bed. I have walked away. I have started singing “la la la la la” really loud. I have intentionally whispered. And, of course, I have slipped and I have yelled. But my reactions are coming slower, and I am becoming more intentional in what I say and how I say it.
Usually when Mia waltzes into my room at 6:35 a.m., I am none too pleased and tell her to go back to her room until the sun is up (which generally happens around 7:00 a.m.
We obsess over getting pictures of our kids next to a chalkboard sign stating their grade and what they want to be when they grow up (something they will laugh at us for one day, I’m sure, even though we tell ourselves we are creating memories), find them the perfect first-day-of-school outfit, snap a shot of them in front of the house, their school, with their teacher, with us…, coax them into walking into their new classroom with all the excitement and smiles we can muster, and then shed a million tears on the drive home.
I warned you when I started my Coffee Talks that they would be a little too honest – the good, the bad and the ugly of life and parenting, in particular. Although, it seems like I tend to discuss the bad and the ugly more than the good; most likely because I am looking for support and solidarity from my community – and you always deliver!
It’s been awfully quiet here this week, but rest assured – I am still alive.
It’s been a whirlwind of a weekend/week on our journey to move to Colorado (if you follow me on Instagram, you’ve probably seen pictoral evidence that I’m still alive – at least there’s always time for posting photos!).
Saturday= packing, going away party
Sunday= packing up trailer, moving into mom & dad’s house
Monday= cleaning rental, finishing packing trailer, trailer picked up, spa and dinner with girlfriends
Tuesday= finish cleaning rental, catch up on some work, stop to say goodbye to close friends, dinner with parents-in-law
Wednesday= husband leaves for long solo drive to CO (he has already arrived safely), pick up dad at airport who is returning from vacation, more work catch up
So much is happening in my head right… so I thought, hey, why not write about it? Even though I just had a quick Type-A moment and thought, wait! “Candid Coffee Talks” are only supposed to post on Mondays! And then I said, shut up, it’s your blog and you can do what you want. Yes, I had that whole conversation in my head.
So here we go… It’s almost time for the big move. One week from today, I will be hopping on a plane in California with my two youngins to meet my husband (who is driving) in Colorado – our new home state.
Ah, another long holiday weekend come and gone. It seems like just when I am settling in to the slow pace and enjoying the relaxation, Monday strikes again. Bummer.
At least we had a nice 4-day weekend, since my husband had both Thursday and Friday off. We celebrated the 4th, started packing for our move to Colorado, ran a bunch of errands, dedicated our little man at church, and spent time with friends and family. It was pretty perfect, come to think of it.
