tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32133781638888869122024-03-12T20:11:38.259-07:00Thirty On...Mom!Coffee. Spanx. And the occasional Push-up Bra.30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-84249036025756163712016-02-12T16:10:00.001-08:002018-11-19T06:03:58.374-08:00The F Word<div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Recently the family and I were invited to Altitude Trampoline Park</span><span style="font-size: small;">San Antonio. </span><span style="font-size: large;">We had a Rad time. Including the teen! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Talulah and I have 4 free passes to Altitude Trampoline Park to get your (in the words of Talulah) JumpOline on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The deets: </span></div>
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<li style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Post on Instagram with #JumpOline</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">tag @thirty_on</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I will re-post pics</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Talulah will pick her favorite pic.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes I'm leaving the decisions to my 5 y/o. </span><br>
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30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-54965569006667748162015-08-08T06:22:00.000-07:002016-01-28T22:16:15.242-08:00Talking About The "D" Word<div dir="ltr">
Almost a year ago I wrote this <a href="http://thirtyonmom.blogspot.com/2014/08/todayi-am-sad-heartache-in-parenting.html">Today I Am Sad</a>.</div>
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Last summer and quiet honestly the past 10 months have been a quiet internal roller coaster. My emotions have been one board of Pinterest quotes.</div>
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Last August once again I had to make a very hard decision on to let or to not let my daughter go live with her parent states away. It was a very heavy on my heart for several reasons among the most obvious. That will be another blog post I'm still sorting them out with my therapist (insert happy face emoji here).</div>
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At the time I knew that the reason for my daughter leaving was not just teen rebellion and at times I had to fight against my own ego.</div>
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Deep down inside I knew more serious things were brewing. I knew because the things we were dealing with we had been doing so for the past year. I knew because genetically these are the things that my family are prone to suffer from. Among other things like diabetes, heart diseases, alcoholism, drug addiction, and bad eye sight. Only few are talked about on a regular basis and it not the three that we should talk about. </div>
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Also, I knew things were serious because years ago I had to take care of my mother the same way I had to take care of my daughter. Depression is much more debilitating than most people know about. Their was a time that for days my mother would stay in a dark room talking to nothing. Not wanting to eat. Not wanting to shower. Not recognizing me as her daughter. Fast forward to my own child-I had to carry my own physically healthy daughter to and from the shower and dress her as if she were paralyzed from the neck down.</div>
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I felt that I did everything I could and nothing seemed to help. By the time last summer came nature, genetics, and co-parenting were against me and my back was against a wall. I had to make the decision. Not a day had gone by that hated myself for letting her go. I read blog post after blog post about divorced parents and children moving from one parent to the other. But our situation was different and to the people that were suppose to listen I felt like I was screaming on deaf ears.</div>
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...And then it happened. Suicide attempt one. I got a phone call saying that my daughter was in the hospital. In the past 10 months I had 4 phone calls like that. With every phone call my heart stopped. <br>
Life kinda stops. You live but time doesn't run the way its supposed to. As the parent you divide yourself into categories. Your brain is eating it's self and coffee no longer does anything. You eventually set yourself on crisis management and robot mode because after all appointments aren't going to make themselves and bills <u>need</u> to be paid. All the emotional stuff will have to wait. It's not as if anyone one was knocking on our door bringing crock pots or chicken enchaladas. No one said I've gone through this and this is what we did that helped. No body really wants to talk about "it". Silence.</div>
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When my daughter was home our family suffered in silence. Like heart disease-depression is a silent killer. It seems we are right back where we started except this time I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.</div>
30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-70370471591062958182015-07-09T20:19:00.002-07:002015-07-09T20:19:50.052-07:00Aliens in the living room. A Parents Mental Illness <br />
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I can't put my finger on when I knew that my mother had a mental illness. <br />
At a very young age I saw my mother as a victim. I wanted to protect her. I wanted her to stay with me and be safe.<br />
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You have to understand that by the time I was 2 1/2 I was a ward of the state and I was to live with my Grandparents. <br />
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My mother would come and visit or I would go and visit. It didn't always end good. Sometimes cursing. Maybe a physical altercation. I just knew by the age of four that when ever my mother would come to visit me it was filled with awkwardness then ended in sadness. Somehow I felt responsible. I just wanted her to be happy. <br />
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By the time I was in 2nd grade I started to resent her. Every time she would cry or come to my grandmothers house with a black eye I didn't know how to vocalize it but I felt distain for her.<br />
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The clearest first memory was the day my mom was convinced that aliens where watching us. I was somewhere between the ages of 11 or 12 and had a newly found obsession of Stephen King novels. I was sitting in the front porch. I was reading The Shinning when my mom stormed out of the house grabbed the book out of my hand and threw it in the flowerbed. She said the book was from the devil. I was very confused because it was my mother who introduced me to Stephen King. I mean to this day I love Stephen King novels and partly because of my mother. She told me to come inside she kept asking if I could hear them. "Shh can you hear therm"? I had no idea what she was talking about. She brought my younger sister and brother to the family room. She was whispering for us to be quiet or "they" will hear us. She made us lay flat in a circle holding hands so the aliens wouldn't get us. <br />
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I knew there was nothing in my grandmothers living room that was going to "get us". I didn't know why she was acting that way. Drugs? Mental break down? I didn't know. I just knew that it wasn't right and it wasn't normal but somehow I knew that I had to just play along because their was no reasoning with her. I just did what she said. I told my sister and brother to take a nap. We just laid there eventually falling asleep and all I could remember thinking was something was not right. My mom was going crazy. <br />
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May is National Mental Health Awareness Month. <img border="0" src="http://www.1in5minds.org/images/default-source/Events/Maynicures/maynicures-for-mental-health-logo.jpg?sfvrsn=0" /></h3>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: HelveticaNeueW01-45Ligh; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 28.7999992370605px;">1 in 5 children suffer from mental illness</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: HelveticaNeueW01-45Ligh; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 28.7999992370605px;">That's 80,00 children in Bexar county alone.</span></span></div>
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<b style="color: #666666; font-family: HelveticaNeueW01-45Ligh; line-height: 28.7999992370605px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Help spread Awareness and take away the stigma about Mental illness.</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: HelveticaNeueW01-45Ligh; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 28.7999992370605px;"><b>1. Pick 2 different nail polish colors.</b> </span></span><span style="color: #59503f; font-family: HelveticaNeueW01-45Ligh; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 23.0399990081787px;">Paint one finger nail one color and the remaining four nails the other color to represent the one in five ratio of children with mental illness. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #59503f; font-family: HelveticaNeueW01-45Ligh;"><span style="line-height: 23.0399990081787px;">1in5minds.org on Facebook. @1in5minds on twitter. </span></span></span></div>
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30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-50133997160162437972015-04-29T21:49:00.000-07:002015-04-29T21:49:05.995-07:00Peace. Love. Education. Autism Acceptance Month.<span style="font-size: large;">One more day of April and Autism Awareness or Autism Acceptance or better-Autism Education. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of course those of us who are Parents of, Caregiver of, Educators of, or Autistic people it's just the way of life. So repair to see year round post about AU.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope N-Zilla's Tips and suggestion helped bring some education to the general neurotypical public.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Get involved, donate, volunteer on a local level. Find organizations that give back to your community.</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Here is a list of some local organization</span><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"> her in San Antonio and Bexar County that help Autistic families and families with other special needs. </span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Any Baby Can SA</span><br />
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<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Brighton Of San Antonio</span><br />
<span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Kenetic Kids of San Antonio</span><br />
<i style="color: #666666;">Click on link below to get more info on these organizations.</i><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"><span style="font-size: large;">-Many Autisic Children have not stims and about 10% of yong children witouth Autism stim.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">Some benifites of stimming:</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;" /></span><br />
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<i><b style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">*Stimming is not to be confused with self-harm.</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18.4799995422363px;">In the case of self-harm find a replacement behavior that is safe and healthy. Please speak with your doctor or in the case of a child your child's pediatrician. </span></i></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">We need to change the way we diagnose females. Males and females are biologically different and signs and symptoms in the two (while some might be similar) are different. <b>Autism does differ by gender. </b>We need to talk about this more. Females are more often misdiagnosed and less likely to get early intervention. Please <a href="http://autisticwomenscollective.com/">visit http://autisticwomenscollective.com/</a> and Autistic Women's Collective FB page </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/AWCollective?fref=ts" style="font-size: x-large;">https://www.facebook.com/AWCollective?fref=ts</a> <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">and follow </span><a class="ProfileHeaderCard-screennameLink u-linkComplex js-nav" href="https://twitter.com/AutisticWC" style="background: rgb(245, 248, 250); color: #ff3300; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; outline: 0px; text-decoration: none !important;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff3300; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;">@</span></span><span class="u-linkComplex-target" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; outline: 0px; text-decoration: underline !important;">AutisticWC</span></span></a><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"> on twitter. </span><br />
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<i style="color: cyan;">Children and Adults on the spectrum do not lack the ability to have empathy. Sometimes it is just a matter of knowing how to communicate or show emotion.</i><br />
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<li><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">Cognitive empathy- The ability to predict others thoughts and intentions including the ability to read between the lines during communication.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">Affective Empaty- The ability to share another persons feelings with them.</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hope I was able to scratch the surface and spread some Awareness, Acceptance, and most of all knowledge.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Peace, Love, and Education from your Friendly Neighborhood N-Zilla and his mom. </span><br />
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30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-76474452457095358792015-04-01T21:34:00.001-07:002015-04-01T21:34:57.308-07:00Autism Acceptance <p dir="ltr">Friends and Family April is Autism Acceptance Month and April 2nd is Autism Acceptance/awareness  day. Tomorrow wear blue, red, pink, green any color to show support! Share your pictures FB IG Twitter etc #autismacceptance. All month long join activities throughout your neighborhood in support  of Autism Awareness and more importly AUTISM ACCEPTANCE. Learn more and search website like autismacceptancemonth.com or thinkingpersonsguidtoautism.com. <br>
Donate your time or money to an organization that goes back into helping and educating families on the spectrum. Educate yourself. Educate others.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Peace. Love. Educate. Awareness. ACCEPTANCE.</p>
<p dir="ltr">(P.S family and friends when you post pics in honor Autism Acceptance Day in addition to #autismacceptance don't forget your friendly neighborhood to #nzilla)</p>
30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-62822213458721249552015-03-29T18:43:00.001-07:002015-03-29T18:43:54.273-07:00Thirty On...Mom!: When your husband tells you that he hates you...<a href="http://thirtyonmom.blogspot.com/2012/03/when-your-husband-tells-you-that-he.html?spref=bl">Thirty On...Mom!: When your husband tells you that he hates you...</a>: If I was newly married or in my very early 20's and if my husband said that he hated me while walking out the front door to go to work I...<br /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Would you rather deal a potty training toddler or deal with a teenagers mood swings? Both girl and boy teenage MOOD SWINGS?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Would you rather put together a 5th birthday party for a sensory sensitive kid with food allergies or tell your tween daughter why she can't dye her hair like Rainbow Dash...yet? They're about even stevens for me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Would you rather watch Thomas the train for hours on end or monitor you teens Instagram account and figure out if they are on ask.fm?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm kinda in a weird parenting stage because I have two kids that will soon be 5 and 6 y/o and I have two that are 13 and 14 1/2 y/o. I'm still the mommy of littles and a mom to biggens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">...And then I had a Epiphany! My diaper changing days are over! As of October 2013 I was done with that sh**. I get to enjoy my children. I don't have to sit and watch Thomas the Train anymore unless I have to cause you know...<a href="http://nzillaloveableanddestructive.blogspot.com/">N-Zilla</a>. Last month my-ahem-teenage (not a tween anymore) daughter and I laid in bed eating popcorn and binge watched New Girl. My teenage son re-introduced me to <a href="http://youtu.be/2ygMkhrNv9E">Kenya and The Beatles</a>. I know right?! I had forgotten that I liked them. Plus I am enjoying the conversations that I am having with my older kids. I'm finding the same awe and pride in our conversation just like I did when they where learning how to walk, talk, and ask questions beyond their comprehension. Admittedly, it can get awkward watching Jimmy Fallon with your teenage son when the Jog Strap skit is on, or <strike>trying </strike>to rap to any Drake song. Yeah, it's weird. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm not saying parenting teens doesn't come without it's trials and tribulations. Especially when you were a teen parent.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> It does but I am happy to be in this stage of parenting. I'm enjoying watching my teens turn into the adults they are to become and napping when they ignore me for Instagram. I'm totally fine with that. Seriously my nap quota went up and that has been better then any push-bra I've ever had.</span><br />
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30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-52594764869522922152015-01-18T11:02:00.001-08:002015-01-18T11:10:45.605-08:00On our to Temple Texas! <p dir="ltr">Tomorrow is appointment time!<br>
On our way for N-Zilla's appointment that was scheduled over a year ago.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Who ever said that ADHD/ADD or Austism is the new fad never had to go to doctor visits 3 hrs out town. </p>
<p dir="ltr">YOLO!</p>
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It was so fitting that when cleaning my daughters room I found this book and I opened to this page. It was like she was staring at me and yelling LAME like she did years ago at the off off Broadway skit during Luminaria.<br />
I need not argue my coolness to my kids! Not only does my mom think I'm Lame-I mean cool so do the besties, my four year old, and my therapist. Now if your therapist thinks you're cool...I mean well...you're practically 1980's Molly Ringwald.30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-3866306206437063332014-08-17T21:28:00.000-07:002014-08-17T22:17:49.090-07:00SMOKEY JOE'S CAFE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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*<i>Disclosure Woodlawn Theater Provided me with tickets to see Smokey Joe's Cafe<span style="font-size: x-small;">. </span></i><br />
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I would like to remind everyone (again) that by Friday night-like most parents are-I'm pooped. As is my Bestie but I dragged her along (Insert winky face). By 4:30 pm began the inner monologue in my head about all the reasons why I should go and if yoga pants are an acceptable outfit for the theater. It's not. Never do it.<br />
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Nostalgia! I was not born in the area of the music in Smokey Joe's Cafe but I was raised by my Grandparents and they were. At first note (No dialog, script or plot. Just music) thoughts of my Grandparents where with me and that immediately after the show I should call them. <br />
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With every song I heard my Grandpa tell me stories of his youth and I was flooded with a memory of my Grandparents singing Yakety Yak on the way to Lytle Creek. <br />
Really such a talented cast. Danielle King gotta say is my fave...Cause I'm a Woman W-O-M-A-N! Smokey Joe's Cafe is playing until Sept 15th if you have time go see it and be ready to reminisce.<br />
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<i>Smokey Joe's Cafee at the Woodlawn Theatre Aug 15 through Sept 15</i><br />
<i> Director/Choreographer Chris Rodriguez</i><br />
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Today I am sad. I've been living life these past few weeks a numb person. Functioning. Laughing. Smiling. Productive...but numb. Today I am feeling. I am sad. I miss my daughter. My 3hawks. My Crazy Horse. We use to say things like:<br />
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In my head I know that this is not the end of the world. Lots of children chose to live with the other parent. This doesn't mean that I am less of a parent and less her mom. In this modern world it would be impossible to keep me from communicating with her. Texting. Email. Skype...And the old fashion phone call...but I miss her. </div>
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I don't know what happens to mothers and daughters by the time adolescents comes. I don't know if it was just me. I don't know if she'll ever really know how much I love her. Love is a beautiful thing. Love is a hurtful thing. Love is a selfless thing. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It seems that summer gets messy for me. Emotionally messy. This summer seems to be no exception. (I should have seen this coming...the visit from my mother could have been an omen to how this summer was gonna be). However, there is so much good in my life. So what's my summer without a little mud? I've been blessed with anxiety to handle situations like this. </span></span><br /> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rveUfjfmSA/U9CPX4A7p0I/AAAAAAAALTE/A_ae2U01uTQ/s1600/IMG_20140723_194746.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rveUfjfmSA/U9CPX4A7p0I/AAAAAAAALTE/A_ae2U01uTQ/s1600/IMG_20140723_194746.png" height="400" width="400" /></a></div>
30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-24122722726050169522014-06-29T08:38:00.001-07:002014-06-29T08:38:29.577-07:00No winner in Love and Chocolate Milk<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am cranky because the kids are always-for lack of a better term-up my ass. My husband is cranky because the kids by pass him and always ask me for chocolate milk.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Moving houses under a dead line is the pits all in its self but add menses one week then a stomach bug the next is the is the worst. </div>
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Friday night I was hugging the toilet while N-Zilla and Tulah were hugging me. </div>
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Let me tell you-you its a strange feeling when your 4 year old is holding your hair and your 5 year old is patting your back saying you'll feel better soon.</div>
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Then on our first Saturday in our new house this happened...</div>
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The only thing that has prepared me to love someone who suffers from depression is having it myself. It breaks my heart to know exactly what they are feeling and yet... at the same time not knowing at all. <br />
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I want so much to say it's gong to get better, because I know it will.<br />
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I want so much to say please let me be enough to make you happy. Let me be sad enough for the both of us. <br />
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I want so much to say just stop it. Stop being this way. I want to say it even knowing that this is impossible and depression doesn't work like this. <br />
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I want to tell you sorry and it's all my fault. It's been passed down from my mother's mother's mother and her mother's mother's mother.<br />
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I want to tell you I will never leave you...I will be the light at the end of the tunnel. Because I know. I know what your feeling. Let me be enough for you. <br />
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True...this time of year I feel very conflicted. The origins of Thanksgiving and all and my heritage. But, I am as American as bean and cheese tacos...So I choose to solely celebrate as only a day of thanks ...and thanks to my buddies from San Antonio Bloggers for giving me some much needed tips on how to make time to blog (thanks guys) I've decided to make a weekly Thankful List to get me back on the saddle. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you Paul Rudnick and Barry Sonnenfeld for making this film. 12 year old me loved the Adams family. Hines sight Maybe that is why my eldest daughter is named Wednesday. 11 years after her birth still not sure. AND for the Thanksgiving scene! It's so wrong it's a little right. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think the first time I read The Raven I was in 7th grade. Now Crazy Horse and Son #1 are in middle school...they too are reading the short stories and poems by Edgar which has filled a gap between me and them. Things in common between parents and tweens/teens are few and far between. But...Poe, your filling a gap in our house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I am cooking dinner she soothes me with her smooth jazz of Hot Cross Buns, Mary had a Little lamb, and my personal favorite...Rolling along. In addition to Crazy Horse playing the Clarinet, I have brushed up on my modern dance while cooking dinner. I know my kids aren't laughing at me, but with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">...And that is what 30onMom is Thankful for </span><br />
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30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-39455276592319496252013-10-05T21:58:00.000-07:002013-10-05T21:58:06.243-07:00Motherhood...am I right?Recently, I have worked more then usual...and it's going to be like this til the end of the school year. I thought I was making a good decision taking on more hours and more responsibilities at work. Son #1 and Crazy House have about another 6 months of braces and both are in extra-circular activities. N-Zilla has many appointments through out the week. And Talulah has her own set of needs. Not to mention that ALL of the kids just hit a growth spurt. I figured the added income would help out with all of the necessities at home. But truth be told I (and the rest of my family) am having a hard time walking the balancing act of mom, employee, wife, chauffeur. <div>
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The thing is...I don't know what makes me angry most...that my husband is realizing just NOW how much I do when I am home and work around every ones schedule OR that no ever realized HOW MUCH I DID up until 2 weeks ago. </div>
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For the past two weeks I have been on robot mode. I am programmed to wake up at 5am and go go go until 10pm. </div>
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I'm not sure if I am doing the right thing by working more. I don't know if not working is the right thing to do either. </div>
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I am feeling like everybody (my house hold) is always wanting more and more and more from me. I want. I want. I want. I need. I need. I need. Gimme. Gimme. Gimme. Now. Now. Now. Hold me. Love me. Feed me. Where's my clothes? I need $20 for school. I need $20 for gas. I don't want that for dinner. Where's my dinner? How come we ran out of bread? Mom. Mom? MOM! Honey. Hon? ADEE!</div>
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Eh...Motherhood...am I right? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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30on...Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/09008569691284097784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213378163888886912.post-38459101070389254582013-09-30T18:39:00.002-07:002013-09-30T18:39:56.662-07:0030on...Sensory Sensitive Mom! What happens when the woka woka woka woka woka of Pac-Man and a sensory sensitive parent are in close corridors?<br />
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A blog post is born. <strike> (And major anxiety and a headache.) </strike> </div>
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