Attitude Adjustment

There are days when I forget just how lucky, how blessed, how looked after I am. I'm not a naturally "glass if half full" person - I tend to be sarcastic and always kind of looking "for the catch" so to speak. And I forget on occasion, that I am privileged. There are days when I'm feeling like I don't love myself, that Jeff and I are sooo strict with our budget and money can be tight, that boy where are the days that I could buy whatever I wanted (thank you American Express!!!) and do whatever I wanted. But I just watched a Dateline episode about hunger in Ohio and it featured this one food bank that services 3,000 people monthly:

http://www.friends-n-neighbors.org/

It also told the stories of different families and how they are struggling. One family was a young mom with three children, she was young. So young, 21 years old I believe with a three year old, a two year old, and a one year old. And she was living in a van. A VAN! I almost sobbed when I realized she had a baby boy as old as my own beloved and precious Nathan and she was sleeping in a van. In the winter. She had no child support, no money coming, and she acknowledged she'd made some bad choices. It just got me thinking. Your starting game, the way you enter life, can either make you or break you. She had no family to help her. She had nothing. Her children's father - nothing. While I sniffle and watch her story I think about how unfair it is that I have so much, and she has so little. My own baby boy has so many toys I CYCLE THEM OUT so he doesn't get overwhelmed. He has clothes and food (need I say that I even spend more on ORGANIC FOOD because it's supposed to be better for him?) and he has really everything his heart could desire. This poor mom was making her own diapers for her baby boy out of underpants stuffed with a dishtowel. It breaks my heart on so many levels. I know Jeff and I are lucky in that we have family who have and will stand by us. That if the worst happened, we would have a home. We would have a MULTITUDE of homes to choose from among family members who would gladly take us in. If we were hungry, we have family who could, and would, feed us. It's gut wrenching. I can sit here and get angry that this girl, who admittedly knew of birth control and still had three children, yet I ache for her. I ache for her children. Children who are not getting the head start that Nathan is getting. Children who might possibly wind up in similar situations as their mother.

It made me think that I need to definitely adopt a more positive attitude in life. To remember that I may not have had the easiest life at times, but that I am still lucky. Very, very, very lucky.

Marriage and having a baby

Why is it that NOBODY tells you that having a child, ideally the most wonderful even in your life, is also the HARDEST thing on your marriage??? This past year Jeff and I have grown a LOT as a couple, and it has not been easy. We have bickered, we have snapped, we have argued and we have tried to claw each others' eyes out in a fit of rage. Okay, the eye thing hasn't happened - yet, but we have fought more with each other this last year than we did the entire 4 years we were together previously. Why does nobody warn you of this? I mean, not that I would have BELIEVED it... because OBVIOUSLY Jeff and I are a SUPERIOR couple who NEVER argue or act short and snippy with each other. Ever. We also never do any of these other things:
Roll our eyes
Interrupt
Say something sarcastic
Ignore the other person while tending to their pretend farm on Facebook

Much like Nathan now acting like a holy terror in restaurants, we have had to face facts that there were times when we would gladly smother the other person and laugh hysterically while doing it. Hurt feelings abound and we've worked hard to get past that. I'd say we are about 80% better than we were a short year ago. We're getting more sleep, and we've examined the way we argue. Ways we can disagree without hurting each others' feelings. We're not perfect. We are not superior. We're very, very human. It's definitely a work in progress over here!

Eating Crow

Nathan is a bear in restaurants. I think I've referenced this before, but let me explain this fully. Previously, Nathan was a JOY in restaurants. We would pack a few toys, some board books, and some snacks and Nathan was fine. He would eat a few bites of whatever we were eating, he would shake his rattle, and he would flip through "Pat the Bunny". People would tell us how WONDERFUL he was in restaurants. That he was a PLEASURE. And Jeff and I would just grin and grin in response. OF COURSE he was wonderful in restaurants. He was a perfect baby. Oh, and Jeff and I were a SUPERIOR parents. Nathan was fabulous and well behaved in restaurants BECAUSE WE WERE SHINING EXAMPLES OF PARENTING! There were no tantrums, no screaming, no throwing of toys. We accepted all the praise without hesitation. It just seemed so obvious that this was all due to our high skills in parenting.

Now. Nathan is NOT GOOD in restaurants. He whines. He throws toys, sippy cups, snacks, books and whatever else he can get his hands on to the floor. Repeatedly. If for some reason he is not content with throwing toys to the ground he will throw himself backwards and cry. He also tries to climb out of his highchair. If one of us picks him up, he will try to climb us. Let me tell you how lovely it is when he uses the extra, ahem, pudge in my belly as a FOOTHOLD to climb up my shoulders. It's great!! So glad that my fat has a PURPOSE! Sometimes, just for fun and to shake things up a bit, he will let out an ear-splitting screech. You know, in case there is someone at another table perhaps contemplating the joy of parenthood at some future date. Nathan is just doing his part in making sure EVERYONE is scrambling for their birth control.

Apparently Jeff and I are not the shining paragon examples of parenthood that we had thought. Oh, and think of all the money we're going to save because we don't dare take him to a restaurant until he's 18 years old!

Day 2 with Coach to 5k

Wow that was hard. I did the same routine as day 1 and it was kind of hard counting the time in my head. I'm sure I wasn't exact, but at least I did it. It was hard, hard to do the jogging and the walking and I had to force myself to even get off the sofa to go in the first place. But I did it. Go me!! I don't like working out, I hate it. But I do feel better when I am active so I'm trying to make a point to do this. My question is this - I always read about these great workout endorphins people get from working out. I never get this. Ever. I always hate it, I always go at it too hard at first and quit after a month or so. Does anyone EVER get the "runners' high"? Anyone? Anyone at all??

Day 1

It was day 1 of the "Coach to 5K" training program. This is the program I followed:

Brisk five-minute warm up walk.
Then alternate 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes.

I'm not going to lie. The first 60 seconds of jogging sucked. I did that first interval and thought "I'm going to have to walk the rest of the time". I am NOT in shape. At all. But I did it. I did the whole 20 minutes. In fact, I think I did 25 minutes because it was hard to time it perfectly around my neighborhood. I did it. Now I just need to KEEP DOING IT. Because it's the keeping it up bit that is hard. I've never QUITE made exercise habit. Oh, I did once when I was a senior in college, and when I belonged to Healthworks gym in Boston. I actually went multiple times during the week and attended classes and EXERCISED. It was never fun for me.. but I did it. Those days have long past and I'm more in the habit of starting strong and then dying out in a blaze of pure laziness. I've got to do three of these workouts a week, and they get more intense week by week... so two more times this week and we'll see if I'm ready to graduate to the next intensity. I'm also curious to see how I feel tomorrow. I'll keep you all posted!

Poor, poor child

Poor Nathan is constipated. And if you don't wish to know about my child and his bathroom issues, please feel free to stop reading right now. I feel sooo bad because since Sunday he has been straining and he gets all tense and he SCREAMS and CRIES when he has to go to the bathroom and it is HORRIBLE to watch. My poor, poor child is so constipated that he can't do what he needs to do and he just strains and cries. I've called the nurse twice. Once on Sunday, and once today. We've got him on all the "P" fruits. Pears, pineapples, plums, prunes, and peaches. I even went out and got him Fiber One yogurt per the nurse. He's got his sippy cup with water and yet he's still making horrible noises when he needs to go to the bathroom. How in the WORLD do you explain this to your child? He doesn't understand WHY he hurts, just that he hurts. And he holds out his little arms and cries for "mama" when he's hurting and there's not a damn thing I can do other than change his diet and monitor him and hold him and try and soothe him when he cries. Why isn't THIS in the parenting manual?? And if it is, how in the WORLD did I miss it???

Naivete

I was very, very naive when I was younger. In some ways, I still am. But when I first entered college I was really, really naive. I knew there were things like homelessness, prostitution and things along those lines - but I didn't KNOW. They all seemed so far away, abstract ideas instead of reality. When I first started college in Boston I can't even tell you how much money I gave away. I felt AWFUL seeing people who were homeless. People who looked desperate and hungry and were standing in horrible weather like rain and snow. It broke my heart. I also really didn't get the idea that things were not always what they seem. I still kind of have trouble with that idea, but I've gotten better. An example? When I was nineteen I thought about modeling. Now, I never really thought I was beautiful, but I thought I was pretty and I had a boyfriend at the time who thought I could make it as one. Not a supermodel mind you, but things like catalogue work. I went to an agency and they told me to come back when I lost twenty pounds (I never went back!) and I remember reading an ad asking for "lingerie models". Now at nineteen I was naive enough to think that it would be just modeling. The store was located in Revere, and apparently if you spent enough money on lingerie, one of the models would model your purchase for you. I remember being slightly confused by this because I couldn't imagine spending money at the store and wanting a girl to model my purchases. It just didn't add up and I couldn't wrap my brain around it. So I figured that the people who wanted this service were looking for kind of fit models. To see how things would fit if they saw it on a similar girl. That there might be some "hanky panky" involved, never occured to me. I actually called the place and told the guy on the phone my measurements (approximate, because I really had no idea) and he wanted me to come in for an interview. I was to bring lingerie. And no, this did not raise any red flags for me. I thought it made sense and I was more comfortable with bringing my own stuff. Before I went though, I proudly told my boyfriend at the time about my interview. To say that he "flipped out" would be a huge understatement. He freaked on me. Told me that it was pretty much prostitution and that the whole thing was NOT GOOD. I never went on the interview.

What brought this up? I was driving to Revere today and actually SAW THE STORE! I saw the store in a shady little area of Revere with neon lights around the window and all sorts of, well, not really NICE lingerie displayed. I got to thinking, what if I had gone on the interview? What if I, horrors, had TAKEN THE JOB?? How would my life be now? How would it be different? On one hand, being sheltered protects you. You don't expect things like that. But on the other hand, it can be bad because you don't expect things like that. You're not prepared when confronted with perhaps the not so nice areas of life. I'm just grateful for all the things I've gone through in life and how I am today!