Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Free

I’m in a weird place lately. I’m stuck in a strange purgatory-type place between inspired and depressed and I’m not sure what I should say here.

Today’s going to be free writing. Feel free to write for five minutes about anything or nothing. Dump your brain. Go back to basics and let it be a true Stream of Consciousness post. I can’t wait to read what’s going on in your head…

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Wipeout is on. It’s an older one with Jill on it, thank goodness, because Vanessa really sucks as a cutesy hostess.

My brain is fried. I’m caught between being inspired to do lots of things and being depressed and wanting to just take a nap instead of doing laundry or anything productive.

I can’t decide if this is normal post-giant-goal letdown or partially due to the fact that I feel overwhelmed and hate spring and summer. I feel rejuvenated in the Fall and Winter, and with Spring and Summer looming, I’m feeling anxious.

Today, I cleaned out my writing room which is really just a little tiny bedroom with a desk and some pictures in it. But it’s MY room. I hope to get in there and actually write some things before long. Some REAL things.

My brain is in need of resetting. Maybe I need an energy session. Maybe I need a vacation. When my brain isn’t free, I feel stuck. I want to feel free again. Not gunked up with a lot of nonsense like I feel is the case right now.

Anybody else feel like this? Like you’re on a Wipeout course with crap flying out after you every time you turn around, clogging up your brain?

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Green

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Green

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

In honor of all things green, today I decided we could think about green. You know, if you want to.

Green has many things associated with it – greed, spring, eco-friendly, broccoli, grass, money – so many things.

What does green make you think of and how does it make you feel?

Today’s (totally optional) prompt: Green

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It’s not easy being green. I’m sure that’s how this box feels.

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Spring is coated in green. Working at a nursery, I watch leaves on the trees erupt from their buds. The color of spring transforms from brown to a bright, almost fluorescent green, to a rich Crayola green. It’s pretty, but…

To me, Green looks like allergies. And pollen-coated eyes.

Green makes me sneeze. In fact, I just sneezed while I wrote that sentence.

Green isn’t a good color for me, yet I have a purse picked out that’s the color of that block up there.

I like orange better than green. But this post isn’t about orange. It’s about green. Which reminds me of money and greed and envy and well, those are things that I don’t like.

I guess I don’t like green all that much, huh?

What about you? What do you think about green? Surely you can write about it for five minutes!

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Two Halves Make a Whole, Right?

I did it.

I did the thing I swore I wouldn’t do.

I signed up for a second half marathon.

I know. I KNOW. You all told me that I would be addicted. You told me I wouldn’t be able to run just one.

You told me that I’d forget how much it hurt at mile 9 and the next day I’d be wondering when the next one was.

You told me my first wouldn’t be my last.

I didn’t believe you.

But my bank account believes you because I just signed up for the Wine & Dine Half at Disney in November.

It just *happens* to be the weekend we were planning to take Henry for his birthday. COINCIDENCE? I think not…

So here’s to it… to two halves making a whole, to a summer of running, and to another medal for my collection.

Oh, and there’s liquor at the end, so how bad can it be?

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: 24 Hours

Today’s (totally optional) prompt: What would you do with only 24 hours left to live?

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Given only 24 hours to live, I’m honestly not sure what I would do.

If it was my life RIGHT THIS MINUTE and I was told that in 24 hours I would die, I’m not sure I would do more than lay in my bed and snuggle with my husband and child.

I would want to tell my parents how much I love them and see my sister and her family at least on FaceTime.

As far as meals, I would eat fish sticks, mac & cheese, and LeSeuer peas. Dominos would deliver a thin crust pineapple and pepperoni pizza and I would make my aunt make her chocolate delight stuff.

My friends would be left knowing how much I adore them. My husband would be left knowing how thankful I am that I had him in my life. My son would understand the love between us.

And I would know that I have had a life well lived. I will know that I lived each day, including my last, to the fullest.

How would you spend your last 24 hours if that’s all you had left?

 

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Mom: The Popsicle Dispenser

There’s very little in this world more heartbreaking as a mother than to watch your child while he is sick.

From experience, the flu is horrible. I’m 99.9% sure I’ve never had it in my life, but I did right before Christmas. It knocked me on my (thankfully very plush) behind for a full week. And that was WITH Tamiflu. Jason and Henry avoided getting it, thank goodness, but it made for a quiet Christmas for sure.

Yesterday, I had a well-check pediatrician appointment scheduled for Henry. But he woke up not feeling too well. He had a slight fever but was looking pretty good.

We hung around the house until time to go to the doctor, during which time he went back to sleep on the sofa and woke up SICK.

Our well-check quickly turned into a VERY SICK check. Great planning on my part, huh?

After sleeping for about 30 minutes waiting for the doctor, he was seen. The original thought was just the “crud” that’s making the rounds. But a booger flu test was done.

Positive. Of course. 

So we left with a sucker, a sticker, and a prescription for Tamiflu and cuddles.

The rest of the day was spent with him sleeping on the sofa. My child who isn’t still except half the time he’s sleeping (the other half he’s wiggling in his sleep) didn’t move for four hours.

My heart broke.

I wanted to, and still want to, fix it.

I want to do more than give him his medicine and make sure he drinks his gatorade. I want to cuddle him but not get the flu myself.

I want to put him in a bubble so he never gets this sick again.

Thankfully, today’s a holiday from school. It’s now a sick day from work for me. Luckily I can squeeze in a little work from home (and some laundry and dishes that have been 110% neglected lately) and not be too far behind when I go back.

I think all moms will agree that having a sick child makes you feel insanely helpless. I wish I could take his place on that sofa and let my body fight the flu. But alas, I can’t.

I can only provide the care he needs and keep dispensing popsicles at his request.

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Related: He’s grown 2.5 inches and gained only 2 pounds since last February. Talk about shooting up and slimming down! That puts him in the 93rd percentile for height for age 8. And in the 55th percentile for height for a 9.5 year old! HAHAHA!

 

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