Summer is officially here and the ‘Sibling Squabble Showdown’ is in full swing!

DSC_4843So, I devised a plan to combat some of the misplaced frustrations.  It was a plan so simple and so easy, it could only be executed by the use of one simple phrase.

Shorty.  My lovely Shorty.  Super smart, big sister extraordinaire is quite frequently the protagonist of the sibling squabble.  Like many older siblings, she pokes and prods, mimics and harasses, and end with the infamous phrase, “I’m not going to be your friend any more!”

I know…all of this is pretty standard behavior for young kids, but the phrase really bothers me.  I mean REALLY, REALLY bothers me, so after hearing it for the umpteenth time this summer (is it August yet?) I decided to put an end to this, once and for all!

So, without getting upset or without missing a beat, I gave Tiny the perfect retort…”it’s ok. I’m your friend and I love you anyway.”

Genius right?!  KK.pngSo I spent the rest of the day gloating and about my awesome parenting skills!

That is…until the sun rose, and my golden nugget came back to bite me in the bottom!

 

It started, at breakfast. Captain and I were squabbling over something random at breakfast…in a barely audible whisper Tiny says, “Mom! Tell dad you love him and you’re his friend!”  Cold busted!

She hit me again later in the car day after I dinged him for speeding, busted…again.

I don’t even remember what prompted strike three, but once again, I was “schooled” by my youngest.  I couldn’t believe it!

So, excuse me while I spend the rest of my week “being the change I want to see.”

Lesson learned

I’m sitting here, in Starbucks, waiting on my green tea, mulling life.
Sounds depressing right?

I assure you, it’s necessary.
2016 was a bit of a rollercoaster for me.  I quit my career of nearly a decade and began charting my own path into the world of professional photography. While the decision definitely helps me sleep well at night it has done nothing for my overall confidence.

Entrepreneurship is difficult and I guess, on the surface, I always figured it would be, however, thinking about something and actually doing something is always different.

I gained a lot of clients, many of which were former co-workers.

I also learned a lot about the business that I had not known prior to embarking on the journey.

But more importantly, I learned a lot about myself…namely how I’m a bit of a pushover, and have trouble talking about money.

(Doesn’t sound like the makings of a great business, does it?)

So I’ve already made some decisions in regards to my business in 2017: among them, better communication between myself and the client, better customer service, and of course, the ever necessary, security deposit.

In the next few months I’m also going to re-do my website, to make it more user friendly.
In the meantime, I’ll be schmoozing my first love here: writing.
I hope to hear more from you this year because I assure you, you’ll hear more from me!
All the best,

C. G.

The girls are at an age where they are self sufficient. 

Shorty can pick out her own clothes, take care of basic hygiene, and can self entertain. 

Namaste with Shorty

Tiny can walk, talk and is in the early stages of reading. 

I can read!

This is a glorious stage! They’re big enough to pitch in! Just today Shorty asked to help make dinner. Tiny helped me put up the breakfast dishes… I should be in heaven, right?!

So why, why, WHY do I melt when I see chubby cheeks and toothless grins?!!! 

This makes no sense whatsoever! I’m not even a “baby” type Mom. I like independence. I like it when they can tell me what is wrong.(aka toddlerhood)
But man, oh man, tiny fingers and toes are working me over good!!!

The drool, the big eyes, the tiny fingers and toes are like a big old bag of kryptonite to me right now. 

Sooooo what’s a mother to do?  That’s right… it’s time to borrow baby! 

 After a few hours of babysitting I’ll have my fix and I’ll help out a new mama in the process. 
Any takers?!

If you can’t tell by now I’m a no holds barred, grab life by the seat of my pants, lets “get ‘er done” type of gal.

I don’t like slothfulness.  I have the patience of an Indy Car racer revving the starting line.

And if I can’t go all out, I tend to have withdrawals.

But I’m trying something new.  I’m ridding my life of any “extras.”  Extra clothes that aren’t being worn, extra household items that aren’t being used, extra interactions that aren’t productive, and I’ve got to say, so far so good.

The area where I’m having the biggest time letting go is my food selection.  I tend to buy lots of fresh fruits and veggies.  Along with that, I tend to buy tons of bread and milk.  But theres a definite trend I’ve been noticing these past few months…no one is consuming my large quantities but Tiny & I.  In turn, that leaves us with plenty of uneaten leftovers, and lots of formerly fresh turned spoiled and forgotten perishables.

What is a mother to do?!

For the past two weeks I’ve been folding my newfound K.I.S.S. program into my grocery shopping, and unfortunately the jury is still out.

While we haven’t wasted nearly as much food, I found myself adding about $35 additional dollars to my overall bill.

*insert confused emoji here*

But I’m not giving up all hope.  I kept last week’s grocery receipt so I can use it as a means of compare.

In the meantime, I’m looking for ways to lower the overall cost.

If you have any suggestions, I’d sure like to hear them.

Have we been had?

Like many of you, I awoke Wednesday morning to the announcement of our new President-Elect, Mr. Donald J. Trump.

Mr. Trump made several promises during his campaign that re-ignited his uber conservative base, but now that he’s snatched the seat it seems Mr. President-Elect my flip flop on some of his mot contested issues: take his stance on Obamacare for instance.  Early on in the campaign Trump vowed to repeal Obamacare, now after meeting with the President on Thursday, President-Elect Trumps is singing a different tune.

Here’s an excerpt…

“Either Obamacare will be amended, or repealed and replaced,” he said, acknowledging that it was Obama, who met with Trump in the Oval Office for 90 minutes, who encouraged him to reconsider. “I told him I will look at his suggestions, and out of respect, I will do that.”Muslims looking for a new experience in the land of the free will have to wait at least four years before heading ashore. Because our then candidate said he’d place tougher restrictions on those attempting to enter through countries with major terrorost ties.

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Courtesy of the Business Insider: Joe Raedle/Getty Images

I mean, it hasn’t been a week and he’s already singing a different tune.  It remains to be seen what else the President-Elect may change his stance on.  It also remains to be seen the impact these changes will have on the morale of the voters who pushed to get him in office.

C.G. is watching and waiting, I hope you are too!

 

#Staytuned

 

Last time we spoke, I was well on my way to completing the infamous C25K program. If you recall, I was recovering from sinus infection.

That simple, routine sinus infection turned out to be the illness from hell, leaving me winded, and in a ton of pain.

Two doctors appointments and an ER visit later, I discovered the truth behind my malladies— a little known infection called pleurisy.

It’s an infection that my sister refers to as an elderly person’s disease.  It took three rounds of antibiotics, one round of steroids, and a ton of ibuprofen.

That’s the bad news.

The good news is, I’m finally  breathing without major pain.  I’ve finally finished downing my drug cocktail, and am feeling pretty good.

So, with that being said, I’m still in it to win it.  I’ve done more walking than running.  But I think I’m ready to get back in the saddle and ride out!

#SoItBegins

The day Shorty disappeared

It’s the day every parent dreads… the day your little ones aren’t so little, and don’t need you quite as much.

For me, that “day” has been slowly building for months now, but the chickens came home to roost last week, and I was NOT prepared!

She’s only 8, with a birthday just around the bend!  Is it really time for the ‘parental disconnect?’

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Here’s how it went down:

It began as any other day. I grabbed Shorty from school and made the bee line to the library.

(Side note: we typically kill time before soccer practice by going to the library after school on, Monday, Tuesday & Thursdays.)

Back to the story—Shorty, in her ever-growing independence asks if she can walk to our homework spot alone.  The walk involves a trip up two flights of steps.  I cringed when the question was popped, but I thought it over and gave in.  I mean, we were only going to the third floor right?  What’s the worst that can happen?

So, I put on my big girl pants, watched her walk to the stairwell, pushed the elevator button to the third floor and rode to the top.  When the elevator door opened, I hopped off,  copped a table, and sat in front of the stairwell door.  I waited, and waited, aaaannnnddd waited for what was likely a minute, but felt like an eternity,  then it happened….I heard tears coming from the stairwell. Familiar tears. My baby’s tears!!! That’s when I panicked!

I ran over to the stair well and began frantically looking for my child, “Shorty?!” “SHOOOOORRRRRTTTTYYYY!!!” No answer and more importantly, no sign of shorty!

Now I’m in total come apart mode… Where did she go?  Did someone snatch her? Is she hurt?  Think, think, think!!!  What if she stopped by the second floor to say hi to her little classmate?!  Yeah, that must be it!  So, off I ran to the second floor to find said classmate! When I found her, I asked her if she’d seen her?

Pregnant pause…. “No ma’am”

*worlds colliding, volcano erupting, mom convulsing*

This is not good!

*Cue the scared mama tears!*

I rush over to the second floor librarian’s desk to see if they’ve seen her: Nada.

Now I’m running toward the stairwell!  Next stop, first floor!

In what seemed like an eternity I make it to the bottom, and I head straight toward the information desk,  my heart drops. No Shorty!

That is until I turn to my left to see her standing, visibly shaken, near a well dressed man. My spider senses are going crazy at this point guys.  Who is this dude?! Why is she crying?! How quickly can I take this guy down?!

While I’m checking off my mom-Kung fu checklist, she waddles over to me with arms outstretched and tears in her eyes and gives me the biggest hug I’ve received in months.

Through tear-stained eyes she tells me returned to the first floor after she was unable to open the door to third floor stairwell.

She returned to the first floor only after remembering what I’d told her as a small child: return to the front, find an adult, and wait.

At this point I’m relieved but horrified at the same time. I’m happy she remembered what I told her but I’m upset at my parenting fail. How soon is too soon to downsize helicopter parenting?  How old is old enough to walk alone?
I dunno folks. I need help here. I’ve been kicking myself for days about this situation, so please, feel free to weigh in while I commit myself to the corner to calm my nerves.

Finally!

I have been locked out of my account for well over a month! (Don’t judge…I reset it well over 10 times, but for some reason I couldn’t get the combo right)

I’ve missed you guys!

I’ve missed writing.

I’ve missed having a place to air my grievances and share my victories.

I have so much to tell you!

From the kids to the business, things are in full swing.

Now that I’m back in action, get ready cause I’m ready to write!

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