Archive | A Day In The Life RSS feed for this section

Self Care & Wild Animal Nights

16 Jun
shallow focus photo of three white brown and black ceramic floral mugs on saucers

Photo by samer daboul on Pexels.com

One thing I’ve learned through the grieving process is that taking care of yourself is critical during this time. While it is really important throughout life, during the progression of the various stages of grief you need focused time to take care of you.

This has taken on many forms for me over the past 49 days. Everything from allowing myself a little unhealthy comfort food or a glass of wine to spending an entire day reading a good book. It has meant saying “no” to picking up an extra shift at work without feeling guilty, or picking up a shift in order to keep my mind busy and give my heart someone to care for and love. Extra cups of coffee and sleeping in (assuming you don’t have to deal with crazy cat – more on that in a minute), scheduling time to do the things you love doing but rarely take time for, all of this and more add up to self nurturing of me. It might sound terrible to some, but there are times when I could go an entire weekend without seeing or talking to another human being and not mind one bit.

I’ve also found that keeping a running, written to-do list and scheduling those tasks needing my attention helps me to focus and actually accomplish things. This all sounds an awful lot like ‘adulting’, and it is, but it is adulting on a seriously centered level for the sake of sanity. The alternative is letting everything go completely to pieces, running wild and carefree, a road to self destruction.

The most beneficial routine has been my morning quiet time. I get showered and ready for work, then grab my prayer veil (it is both humbling and helps me focus), getting on my knees and praying. Then spending time in God’s Word and a good devotional. Life makes much more sense and I know I’m heard and loved when I spend time with the Lord. I recommend it above and before all other things.

34504465_1837501269668722_1206293684509736960_nNow about the crazy cat shenanigans that went on over the past few nights. Seems my cat likes to imagine she is a panther, deep in the jungle, hunting her prey, spying it and running after it at top speed to close the distance from the fleeing victim before pouncing with an attack. Throughout the apartment, across the bed and my was-asleep-self and out of the room again. Maybe it is just that time we refer to as “the rips” with previous felines. Or perhaps my fur baby is just bat sh*t crazy. I don’t want to rule out any real possible reasons for this behavior. I do want it to stop. Closing my bedroom door is not an option as the litter box is in my half bath off my room, and if you close the door she will knock in rapid fire succession with her paws and that is equally annoying at 2:00am.

This is my world, welcome to my marvelous life!

Advertisements

Because My Life Lacks Excitement

5 Jun

Actually that is sarcasm in that title, just in case you were wondering. I work in a community for folks with dementia/Alzheimer’s, trust me when I tell you we have all the excitement one can handle some days. Yesterday wasn’t lively enough I suppose so I had to make my own.

After a great shift with my work bestie I was looking forward to coming home and making my healthy dinner. Sunday I had made spaghetti squash bake and it was amazing. It makes enough for two so I had put half away for tonight and was going to have a wonderful, large salad. I had on my oldest pair of faded, falling apart jeans and a black t-shirt…my “I’m not seeing another human being not related to me” go-to outfit. I grabbed the romaine lettuce, radishes, cauliflower, the cutting board and this huge knife.

thevillan

The culprit

I’m no chef and cooking is more necessity than anything else for me, but I’m not stupid, knives are sharp. But I should never be permitted to use sharp objects without adult supervision and appropriate safety gear. I lacked both but I love living on the edge. On the first cut into the lettuce I also managed to cut into my left thumb. Through the side, through the nail and flesh and even across the nail bed. *face palm* The second I did it I dropped the knife and might have said a bad word…or two. The flesh parted like the red sea when Moses raised his staff, and for a brief second or two it was kind cool seeing how deep I’d managed to go, and then the blood.

34532886_1836243196461196_6097441405137846272_n

In the ER after the bleeding was under control

 

Oh so much blood! And more bad words. I grabbed paper towels, squeezed it and I started to say “hey mom I think I need to go to…” and realized mom isn’t here anymore. I ran down to my sister’s apartment (she is a RN). “Oh yes, that is going to need stitches” she informs me. UGH, of course it does. Tossing the salad makings in the fridge and cleaning up my self made make-believe crime scene, and off to the hospital. We have some satellite campuses now so I went to one rather than drive all the way to the big hospital.

By the time I was there most of the heavy bleeding was under control, and the flap of flesh was now laying nicely in place, but it needed cleaning. Also seems I needed to get a tetanus shot. This day just kept improving. Thankfully it was a SLOW day in the ER. I got lots of undesired attention. After a thorough cleaning…twice for good measure, the doc who had told me of using super glue on patients in Kenya, and that she doesn’t like using glue because infection cannot get out should it get infected…decided against the few stitches. Seems in my line of work, despite wearing gloves and washing my hands like I get paid extra to do so, glue was going to be the better option because it would keep things out of the wound as well. So one more very thorough cleaning, then squeezing that puppy hard for a while to remove any and all possible moisture, and she grabbed the medical glue and sealed this baby up tight. Y’all, that medical glue is a bear! At first it is pretty awesome as it is applied, and about 30-60 seconds in begins to burn like you are holding the thumb in a fire. HOLY CRAP! That thankfully only lasts about 60 seconds but then needles to numb would have hurt worse so I’m good.

After that circus I came home and ate the left over spaghetti squash bake and read a good book, hung with my sister, turned down a ridiculously low ball offer on the house (less that what we owe and 40K less that we paid for the house) and called it a day.

I’m not supposed to get this wet for 24 hours so thankfully I have a large handful of gloves and some rubber bands. I also got my shift covered at work so I’m home today. Not much pain to speak of this morning, guess that glue burned off the nerve endings because DANG!

 

What Does Grief Look Like?

25 May

My daughter posted this on her Facebook yesterday:

Grief looks like… not wanting to change your Facebook profile picture, because you feel guilty for wanting to put up something different. Grief looks like… being sad every time your toddler asks to see GiGi, but dreading the day he no longer does because it will mean he forgot her.

It spawned a few comments and got me thinking about what grief looks like is very individual and unique for each of us. We also may have some ways in which it looks the same.

So this is what grief has looked like so far for me:

  • Like my daughter, guilt for changing my Facebook profile photo from one of me and mom to one of just me.
  • Anxiety when going to the mailbox because seeing things in it for her is painful, but knowing one day all those things will stop and it will be sad because that will mean the rest of the world has forgotten her.
  • Guilt for removing her from your phone including the last texts because they are just too hard to see and weren’t sentimental or anything, just caused pain.
  • Asking my niece to remove her from the Diva Dens Life360 because when we would pull it up it says Mom is at home. But of course she is not 😦
  • In the beginning going for days without any desire to eat, in fact completely forgetting too. No appetite and no hunger but having to force yourself to eat something so you don’t drop over.
  • Guilt for packing up her things to be donated to charity, or stored if it was photos or other sentimental items rather than leaving her closet, dresser and desk just as it was before she died because that is not a benefit to anyone to leave it like a shrine. She wouldn’t want that either.
  • Sadness over the cards and notes that come at first, then sadness when they stop because others have moved on and you are still trying to figure out life without her.
  • Having something happen and wanting to share it with mom only to remember she isn’t there anymore and you have no one to share the thought with now because only she’d really appreciate the value.
  • The first time you are able to walk into the bathroom past the spot she died…and you realize later you didn’t think “this is where mom died” like you have every other time, so you feel guilty that you forgot to have that thought.
  • Avoiding the grocery store because that was where you were when you learned EMS was in route to your apartment because she collapsed and wasn’t breathing and you knew in your soul she was gone and wouldn’t “be right here” when you got back as she had said she would.
  • Finding yourself eating when you aren’t hungry now just for the comfort of chewing something because it means you are alive.
  • Freaking out because for a moment you cannot remember the sound of her voice.
  • Realizing you just drove through a red light or stop sign because you are on auto pilot in a numb funk where your heart is protected and you don’t think much so that you don’t go down memory lane.
  • Requesting and listening to the 911 call your niece made when she found mom, because you needed to know every detail available in order to start healing.
  • Reading the same page in a book 10 times and not getting a single thing to process in your brain.
  • Staring at the rug or wall for a solid hour and not even realizing it.

These are just a few of the ways grief has been visible in my life the past 4 weeks.

And Like That She Was Gone

6 May

It has been a week and a day now since life as I know it changed dramatically. It has taken me this long to decide if I was even going to share the events, and how much I’d be willing to let others see and know. Originally this was far more detailed regarding the events of April 28th, but I learned several years ago that just because I needed the therapy of putting things into words does not mean they all need to be published or shared. I have edited this and opted not to share some details.

***********

Friday morning, April 27th, came with a crazy rush of final boxes being packed, movers wrapping up and carting out our possessions into a truck, unloading of said truck and cars full of those things, cable, new furniture delivery, and finally quiet settling in over the chaos. Me and mom were out of the Diva Den and into our apartment.

While waiting for the movers to load up everything, my youngest brother stopped by to give my mom communion and pray with her. He regularly did this when she could no longer attend church. It was a beautiful way to close the chapter of that great house and home, and begin a new journey.  My niece captured the moment they lifted their heads from their individual prayers at the car. Mom was already in the car waiting for my niece to take her to the apartments to wait for our life’s material odds and ends to arrive. What we didn’t know was that this was the beginning of two journeys. One for me, and another for mom.

In a previous blog post last year I had talked about life being a journey down a road with different turn offs, and as each of us reached the spot where we saw a gate with our loved one or friend’s name, we had to leave them there and continue on without them. They entered that gate, exiting the earthly path and entering the spirit realm. We all knew the gate we were approaching, but we didn’t realize that around this bend it would appear.

A week before our moving date, mom and I were sitting in the living room in our arm chairs, just talking about life, the future, how funky she had been feeling that day, how weak she was, and how nothing she could eat sounded good. She got up to get some pudding, walking into the dining room. Seconds later I heard a horrible sound of things crashing to the floor and looked up to see mom had collapsed into a heap knocking things off a side table and was against the wall. I yelled her name and was at her side, still yelling “mom, mom!” to a blank, fixed, lifeless stare. My heart skipped a beat, I thought she had passed away. And just that suddenly she blinked. While she was coming back to me I moved her off the items she had landed on and started assessing if she had been hurt. All the while she was confused and disoriented. She realized she was on the floor but had no recollection of what had just transpired. The last thing she remembered was sitting in the chair.

I got her up into a chair, took her blood pressure (it was a low 88/49) and got her some water. Once she felt okay to move I took her up to my room, put her on my bed and sent texts to my sister and brothers. I didn’t realize this was the beginning of the end, and would prepare us for what was to come.

She was horribly weak all weekend, and the nausea she has fought with for a year would not let up. Her sister Mary arrived the next morning for a scheduled visit, and her other sister, Jean, came that night to spend the night with her, and the next day while I went to work. During that time we devised methods for her to get around for what she needed without a major risk of her falling and getting hurt. At the time I was still thinking it was just fainting from weakness.

Throughout the week leading up to the move she regained her composure and felt great. Weak as a new born kitten but feeling good. My aunt came back for the day Wednesday and helped her continue to pack her things for the move. Thursday when I came home from work she said she felt better than she had in weeks. The STNA in me joked “easy mom, maybe this is the rally before the end!” I see it all the time with hospice patients, right before they die they suddenly are full of life and make you wonder if they were misdiagnosed! Hunger returns, LIFE seems to return, and then just like that they are gone.

Friday she was feeling so good other than still extremely weak. We got moved in, had pizza for lunch during the crazy flurry, and once things were settled she came up to our apartment from my sister’s (sis is one floor below me & mom). I put away as much as I had energy to do, then we all had dinner via Door Dash delivery from Chipotle to kick off the new home of the former Diva Den members. We opened a bottle of wine at the end of the evening, and mom made a toast, mentioning in it that she wouldn’t be around to write this next chapter with us. It caused a check in my gut, a hiccup in my soul, but I didn’t realize how prophetic her words were to be. Before I could drink my wine I got a text that my new bedding was delivered to the old house. To avoid it being pirated off the porch I went to get it. When I returned my sister had gone to her place with my niece, drop-over tired. Mom wanted to watch an episode of NCIS with me but I couldn’t get the Chromecast working. We sat and talked instead. I’m so glad we didn’t get to watch the TV and just enjoyed our time. Then, like every night, we hugged each other, told each other we loved each other, and went to bed.

Saturday morning while she was still asleep I started putting things away and cleaning up. She came out later, dressed and sat at the dining room table while I was putting away dishes. It was hard for her, she expressed how she hated that she was so weak and couldn’t help me. I assured her again, as so many times this past month, that I didn’t not mind at all, just keep me company. I told her one day I’d very much miss being able to take care of her and just have her there to spend time with so she should just relax. At one point she stood up and tried to push her chair in and couldn’t, she got frustrated that she was suddenly so weak not she couldn’t even move a chair in to the table anymore. I noted her speech was a tad slurred at times, but wrote it off to the blood pressure still being rather low and the lack of energy and stamina. I now think I was just in denial.

All that day something just didn’t feel ‘right’ in my universe. Something was totally off and I couldn’t put my finger on it. My cat could sense it too, though I didn’t realize it, I just assumed she was all freaked out over the move. She found a place to hide, under the bathroom sink, having pried open the door of the cabinet and refused to leave getting upset if you attempted to bring her out, so I just let her go. I should have recognized the feeling, I have had it at work, seen residents reacting to it (dementia residents are very sensitive to things in the spiritual realm around us and when death is in the building they are all a hot mess). My cat felt death and hid from it, but I still wasn’t recognizing the feeling for what it was, too preoccupied with things that I was doing.

My sister came up and said we needed to go grocery shopping, so I got a list from mom and we headed out. Mom was sitting on the couch where she has been most of the day. We would later learn from her hospice nurse friend who visited that afternoon that she could sense something was off with mom but could not put her finger on it.

In the grocery store I could not focus on the shopping, I just wanted to be at home. Little did I know that while we were shopping, all of 10 minutes after we left, mom would take some pics of the apartment, go to the bathroom, and as she was exiting the bathroom she exited this earth. No suffering, just gone in an instant. Less than 15 minutes after our departure my niece found her much like I did the day she collapsed, only this time life did not return to her beautiful eyes. She would attempt CPR, with the help of 911, the medics would also make the effort, but mom had been in heaven before she was discovered and wasn’t returning to this earth.

Mom had prepared us for the past 8 years, as she fought this damn cancer, for this day. She made sure it was all done, so we wouldn’t have too. Her words came back to me from the previous night’s toast….she really wasn’t going to be here for this chapter. She made sure we were settled in our new homes, she knew my brothers would be there to help finish cleaning out the house and sell it, but she would be in her new home in heaven. Not a single thing of her own did she unpack, she spent less than 24 hours in this apartment, a guest rather than a resident.

4 days later we had a beautiful memorial mass in mom’s honor. Even in death she was the most giving of souls, having donated her body to the UC Medical School. We’ve received word she was assigned to a student who will further their knowledge with the help of her body beginning July 1st. When finished, they will cremate her remains, return her to us, and we will bury them in the same grave as her mother. That could be weeks to a year or more.

The cat left the cabinet after the funeral home removed my mom’s body, only confirming for me her sensitivity to what we could not see.

Me? I’m wading through emotions, sailing uncharted waters without much of a clue. My faith is solid, so I spend time in God’s Word and prayer, and now anchoring in my work.  Just working through the stages of grief for now, no rushing it just riding each wave as it comes.

Mom is on her journey on the other side, experiencing the joy of Heaven and being in the presence of God.

I’m on my own journey now, learning to navigate life completely solo, something I’ve never done before.

Being Transparent

11 Apr

*disclaimer – I am not a medical expert. do your research!*

Yesterday I stepped out of my comfort zone a bit more and decided to be even more transparent about my health journey. I know, there are some of you thinking “this woman will share about everything from what toilet paper brand she uses to the actual color she uses on her hair, how could she be any more transparent???”, but rest assured there is so much about me you don’t know and I won’t share.

I did a Facebook Live while sporting my favorite hat to cover the bed head, and no makeup. And I talked about the fact that I had gained back 12 pounds of the 38 I had lost. It is NOT because the plan doesn’t work, once off if one opts to maintain healthy choices for eating they will continue to keep those pounds off and feel great. I made some very unhealthy choices, nearly every day for 2 weeks. Opting to eat something unhealthy is not cheating, this is not a diet. It is a choice. I make that choice on a day that was highly stressful and emotional at work, to grab for the cookie in the break room. That led to another cookie, and another. Later it was a bunch of something else and I started playing old tapes in my head of “I blew it today I’ll get back on the healthy tomorrow”. But then it was something else that triggered a poor choice. Old habits came in blowing party favors and tossing confetti.

I wanted to kick myself the morning I got on the scale and saw those very unhealthy pounds had returned. I did this to myself. See, once you are rocking health you can make an unhealthy choice to eat that cookie or drink that iced coffee packing 500+ calories.

You will regret that choice.

You will feel like crap afterward because your body has been free of the junk, but then the cravings start. Sugar is ADDICTIVE! Yes and it has similar effects on our brains to street drugs and is every bit as enslaving. Then you start eating poorly and it mentally it feels good. But guilt is there too. So to feel better the brain wants more sugary stuff. And it is everywhere, disguised as many words like corn syrup, dextrose, fructose, sucrose, and a host of others. That added sugar is believed to be even MORE ADDICTING than cocaine. I’m here to tell you that is my experience. One bad choice and I start craving foods that seem okay but are really loaded with added sugar. The buns on your hamburger, saltine crackers…start reading labels! High fructose corn syrup (which is now also going by a host of other names) can only be metabolized in the liver, where it is turned into triglycerides and becomes FAT in the body. And your body craves more! Welcome to your bad habit, your addiction you cannot seem to overcome. Get away from it! I teach my clients how to eat again and do away with these addictive substances found in processed foods.

I immediately got off my scale that day and got back on the healthy eating plan and 3 days later 6 pounds were gone. I started logging my water intake and noticed I was dehydrated as well as packing on unwanted baggage. My energy level is returning as my body is back to being a fat burning machine. This is why I love being a health coach, I know what my clients are going through, having tried and failed at every “diet” known to man. They only work, if they work, as long as you continue to follow that diet. Afterward the weight comes back and multiplies. You HAVE to change your unhealthy habits over to healthy ones. Break the addiction and then incorporate healthy choices and a healthy mindset and you are set. And if you do something unwise and introduce that addiction back into your life, well my clients have the tools, like me, to kick it to the curb and cleanse their bodies.

But it isn’t about the weight, it is about the health. Poor choices have side effects too, negative ones. My blood pressure goes up with my weight. My foot starts hurting again, my knees ache, and I feel like a sloth. For years I didn’t know I felt ‘sick’ because my body couldn’t recall what it felt like to be healthy. Now I can FEEL that difference and I do not like it. Give me my energy, great sleep, stamina and along with the side effect of losing excess weight. I LIKE feeling great! Healthy feels amazing.

On that note, here is my dinner for tonight. Lean, green and YUMMY!

Taco Stuffed Zucchini Boats
Makes 2 servings
Per serving
1 Leaner protein
1 fat
3 vegetables
2 1/4 condiments

2 medium zucchini – total weight one pound
2 tsp. olive oil
1 clove minced garlic
10 ounces lean ground turkey
1/4 tsp. chili powder
1/8 tsp. onion powder
1/8 tsp. oregano
1/2 tsp. cumin
1/2 tsp. smoked paprika
1/8 tsp. salt
1/2 cup Rotel diced tomatoes
3 ounces 2% reduced fat shredded cheddar cheese, divided

Just brown the meat and add the ingredients. Cut zucchini in half, brush lightly with the olive oil and bake, then fill with the meat and sprinkle the cheese over it and you have dinner!

17343031_686145104922042_1428125654372518268_n

If you want information about becoming one of my clients, just reach out to me. 20 minutes on the phone and we can get you started on the road to a healthier you!

 

20294563_1482474605171392_3191345043526702766_n

Me before, and after 38 pounds lost in 3 months.

Grounds In My Coffee Cup Of Life

9 Mar

Coffee = life, at least most mornings in my world. The java kicks in and I am magically transformed into Super STNA! Katie bar the door this girl is kicking butt.  Without the liquid from the magic coffee beans I can and have functioned quite well and at the top of my game, but why would anyone want to do that when 32 ounces of sippable dynamite is available? But this is Friday, my standard off day, so the cape and tights are hanging up and my Nana tiara is perched on its pillow, ready for me to pull myself together for some fun.

Today I have a hot date with 2 mega cutie pies, my youngest two grandsons. We have a date at the Newport Aquarium today, and I can’t wait! Last night I was sitting down with my sister, mom and a huge salad to binge watch season 6 of NCIS (we started over at the beginning, can a get a yahoooooo for Netflix?) when I received a FaceTime call from my 2.75yo grandson asking if Nana would accompany his royal adorableness to see the fishes. I have a to-do list as long as my arm of really important things I need to do, but making memories is way more critical. When I’m dead and gone, or bat quano crazy in a nursing home and cannot remember my own name, these times will still be treasured by my grandsnugglers so I cleared my morning. I hope I never forget the sounds of the 2yo’s giggling as we crawl through the stingray exhibit because that is the stuff that warms my heart.

But first: coffee. Because toddlers have more energy than you can get drinking an entire Dunkin Donuts coffee shop.

Today we get to see the newest exhibit, the Octopus!! Or as he so sweetly says, opa-pus. I find them super creepy and yet fascinating. He will be beside himself when he sees it is there and we get to check it out up close. I have to admit I’m probably more excited about this than he will be but that is my inner child, the one who drops her tiara in the grass and goes splashing through mud puddles in the rain.

These are the grounds in my coffee cup today, and if I don’t get moving I will not be ready when the time comes, so this marvelous Nana is out! Have a fantastic day!

Sleeping In Is Overrated

2 Feb

Hot cup of fresh coffee on the wooden table and stack of books tMy intent today was to sleep in until I woke up natural. Well natural arrived at 6am so here I am with laundry going, coffee, and y’all. Seems my body just cannot go more than 7-8 hours tops.

I might have wasted time laying in bed playing Yatzee on my phone and surfing Facebook but I have a date today with 2 cute members of the male side of the species, as in grandsons. The 2.5yo wants to go to the aquarium so Nana is up, plowing through the “I have to” stuff so I can go make memories.

I have a new addiction!!! I’ve always felt that even with no makeup a gal looks better with her lip color on. But when you are taking care of 16 adults with dementia you do not have time to stop and reapply your lipstick over and over again. Or when you are hanging at the Zoo with the grandkids, sipping coffee during a church service (yes our church has cup holders for your coffee cup..seems they get it that adulting is rough without the caffeine), etc. And leaving a lip print behind on your wine glass or grandchild’s forehead is not cool. My daughter’s lip color is always on point and so I broke down and shelled out the money for a starter kit of Lipsense during an online Facebook party she hosted for a friend-distributor. I’m hooked! Yes, I love my Avon, I’m a #BeautyBoss, but this stuff is AMAZING! SO many colors and I’m here to tell you this stuff is marvelous. NO I will not be selling it but I can hook you up with an enabler consultant if you’d like, just message me! I may need another job in addition to STNA and Health Coach to support this habit.

Any This Is Us fans in the house? OMG did anyone else have this desire to go toss the crockpot in the trash after the least episode? And finally we will be faced with the complete answers to how Jack died, right after the Super Bowl this Sunday. I may need to call off work the next day to mourn. This show is SO well written, and easily is my favorite one I’ve ever watched. If you don’t know what all the fuss is about, find season one and start from the beginning or it seriously won’t make sense to you at all. No fluff and unicorn farts here, this show is so realistic with the family dynamics and characters. You aren’t wishing there were people like the Pearsons in the world, you know them! In all likelihood you are one of them. If I have to DVR an episode I stay off social media until I see it so no spoilers.

Oops, time to go hit the shower so I’m ready to make those memories today! More to come as I’m off ALL WEEKEND BABY!

 

I Got Pooped On Today

11 Aug

Sounds like a toddler mom blog title but not me! No toddler involved here but rather adults. 3 different ones today, one of which went all PooPoo Picasso after some projectile diarrhea….twice in 2 hours time. Such can be the life of work with the elderly, especially memory care where their broken minds impact bodily functions and the ability to recognize they need a toilet.

My coworker and I were up to our eyeballs in dirty laundry, adult diapers, showers and never got to sit down. In fact the closest thing we had to a break today was using the bathroom ourselves. But sometimes doo doo happens. And the bad days only serve to make the good ones even better. It is hard until you remind yourself that these people honestly cannot help it. Many don’t realized they are incontinent, and in their right minds would be so devastated if they could see how they’d end up and what they would be doing. It can be tough working this side of heath care, it takes a huge heart and thick skin. Mostly the heart part. These are the people I love caring for so much. The ones who need reassurance that they are okay, their family knows where they are, yes their mother knows they are here (how awful to be 80+ years old and think you are in grade school or high school and your mom doesn’t know where you are at the moment). Loving them and helping them is why I pull myself out of bed early each day. They truly keep life in perspective for me in that I very much realize how blessed I am in this life and how small my own problems are compared to what they carry.

On a side note, Resolve carpet stain remover is amazing at lifting a poop stain from khaki colored scrub pants. Who knew? We didn’t have any Shout left so I grabbed that when the stain didn’t come out in the wash, rubbed it in and washed them again.

image1

This is where I’ll be most of the weekend!

I cannot remember the last time I was so happy for the weekend. Two days off after working 9 straight is a welcome time! I have some health coaching work to finish up, and church this weekend, twice, but I get to sleep in! And I can take my laptop, phone and binder out on the deck to work, then curl up with my Kindle and read. But first things first, coffee! Making memories with coffee and talking with the other Divas, then the rest.

But none of this can happen if the marvelous one doesn’t get herself to bed for a rejuvenating night of sleep!

Sleep well y’all!

 

I’ve Gone To The Dark Side

6 Aug

I knew the day would come when my beloved phone would need to be replaced. I had a Galaxy Note and really liked it, all the features and I knew the Android software well. But the phone was starting to do reboots for no reason and the battery life was beginning to wane. It was also responding slower and slower over time. Wednesday I went to Verizon, paid the remaining $29 owed, and traded in my Note for…and iPhone 7 Plus. I joined the dark side I’m told.

It took a bit of getting used too, at times I found it a tad frustrating. But I love technology so I quickly learned my way around and I think it is safe to say I’m to be an iPhone user from now on.

I also made a purchase on Amazon, after criticizing the items, until I had actually picked one up and messed around with it. Yes, the marvelous one is now the owner of 2, fidget spinners. *hangs head in mock shame* I KNOW, it is insane, but I do find them very soothing. I bought 2, and I really like them!

spinners

Life here in the Diva Den has become very laid back of late. Mom lacks energy to go the long haul with us, and really doesn’t want to drag Matilda around with her (the bag that her peg-tube empties into) so we do a lot of hanging out at home. The steady stream of visitors in the form of family and friends is nice, and helps us to make memories. It probably is a good thing we are all introverts and need to be home in our nests to recharge. Right now, I’m at my desk, window open enjoying the cool air (it is August 6th and only 71 degrees), listening to birds, rain, and incoming air planes. Mostly just quiet and I like that a lot. My job can be really stressful and trying to build a coaching business while working full time and helping out at home means this girl needs down time to recharge her batteries.

I’m not sure yet what will happen when she is gone. Hanging on to all this house for 3 of us seems silly, and it is not a cheap home to maintain. Sis and I have tossed around several ideas to each having our own apartment in the same complex or sharing one, or even renting/buying a small house. Just not sure what we want to do and until we have to make a decision the whole thing just sits there waiting to be addressed. It can go on that way too, we simply are not ready to face that.

 

 

 

My 2nd Shift Life

30 May

When I started this job on  April 13th, I said I would be willing to work on 2nd shift until the new neighborhood opened in our community, then I’d move to 1st shift. That was great until I actually worked on 2nd shift for a few weeks and realized that this is like having 2 full days in one! Sure, I have the same amount of time awake in a day as if I were working 1st shift, but it is very different in how it plays out. I’ll explain.

Working 1st shift, putting in 8 hours right out of the gate, left me tired and not wanting to do much after work. I had 5 or 6 hours before bedtime but my job is physically labor intensive so I was wiped out and spent the rest of the day trying not to fall asleep. Usually I’d dose off while crocheting or reading. Writing a blog post didn’t even cross my sleepy radar!

Now I rise after 8 to 9 hours of sleep, have 5 or 6 hours before work to crochet, read, run errands, hang out with my mom, daughter etc, then I go to work. I tackle that physically draining job on the last 8 hours of the day, then come home and I am ready to sleep. No insomnia (my brain and body are ready to seek the sandman), and I sleep SO deep and restful. I accomplish so much more in a day that it feels like I’ve had 2 full days in one!

Having the mornings free means I can do a lot of things, like zoo trips, shopping, etc., before work. These things were usually pushed off to my weekend off (every other weekend). And I can make it to church every Sunday even though I work every other weekend because I have time to go in the morning before I have to head off to work!

This works well for me because I no longer have children to raise, they are adults with kids of their own. I know it would not work well for a mom of school aged little ones as they’d not see them much, but for the person of the empty nest it is ideal!

One coworker is moving to 1st with the new wing opening and wanted me to join her, but I just cannot see myself giving up my current situation. Maybe when all the weight is off and my health is back in line to where I have energy all of the time like I do now. But right now, 2nd shift works wonderfully for me!

 

%d bloggers like this: