I think I left the planet

Holiday, came and gone, and so was I.  I woke up today, sore, sore neck, sore back and a sore throat, great just what I need on my first day back from holiday.

Let’s talk about holidays for a moment, Yes I will.  I am of the variety who loves to travel and relax, but I really do love making  my own tea, having my own toast, and being able to relax in multiple rooms if necessary.  We rent small houses or cottages when on holiday, and now with our son, we rent at least a two bedroom!  This holiday we went to Santa Barbara, and Los Angeles, I was thrilled to go away, I was looking forward to it.  I shared this with another mom, and she quietly under her breath said, oh sure that will be fun, that is no holiday at all… NOW I know the quiet slur turned out to be absolutely true.  When a mom goes on holiday with her family, she is not on holiday, her, my life continues to be a Full time mom, I still have to make breakfast, change diapers, bathe, play trains, blow bubbles and cuddle to bed for nap.  There are no breaks.

I now realize why my friend, Tracy once talked about the all-inclusive, which at the time I was horridfied to thing of or even consider… pre-made breakfast, crispy sheets, the smell of hotel curtains… no Blue Bottle Coffee…  Well, now after this ten day excursion I am shouting from the roof, YES ALL INCLUSIVE!  On our next trip I don’t want to do dishes, I don’t want to do laundry, I don’t even want to make a bed…  NOW that will be a holiday!  Wow, life has changed, indeed Lane.

Dreaming of the next holiday… June!

A mental health day-off

Last Friday I took a personal day… a leave of absence so to speak, or you could call it a mental health day.  I was sick of it, all of it.  Fortunately for me I have a wonderful friend who came to my house and gathered me and my bag for an overnight respite.  She asked me on the way out of the city what I wanted to do, if there was somewhere I wanted to go, or if I’d like to just go rest.  Now, first I thought, oh this will be perfect I will get so much done, I can work, work, work… then what came out of my mouth was entirely different.  “I want to sit.”  She took me to her beautiful home, yeah.  I began to melt, I unpacked.  I sat.  And then the little screaming bug went off in my head, YOU have to get stuff done, there is so much to do… and up and out came my computer, my paperwork, pen, iPad… I began.  The results, nothing to my satisfaction, so I quit!  I retired at 4:00.

The rest of the day was pleasant I felt the blood coming back into my face, the corners of my mouth began to perk up and my shoulders began to fall, at least a half-inch.  I didn’t have much to say, which for  me is rare, but my tank as they say was empty.  I drank more water.  We got in her cute little green VW bug and went for a drive and watched the sun begin to settle down this side of the planet.  Beautiful.  Breathing.  I began breathing again, full breaths, down to the bottom of my lungs, and my shoulders had fallen another half-inch.  By nightfall, and after eating a perfectly cooked streak from the grill, I indulged in my favorite treat… peanut M&Ms!  Life at that moment, perfect.  I could barely carry a conversation, as my mind began shutting down on me, so I retired to the bed!  I don’t even remember putting my pajamas on or taking the pillows down, did I say I was tired?  I think I was more exhausted at that moment, then when I encountered sleep exhaustion from when my son was an infant.  I slept peacefully.

On awakening, I pulled my yoga mat and did my usual routine which brought me a full smile.  My shoulders at this point back to resting position.  My stomach was no longer tied in knots either.  YEAH!

Later that afternoon when my son, and husband came to get me, I ran to see them.  Let me say that again, I ran to see them!  I was excited.  Happy.  And I was suddenly reminded of what is important, and why I have a family, and why I do this life that I do.  I realize that at any point, we as moms can make decisions that will affect the rest of our lives, and when slammed against the wall, we, me, I can make decisions that don’t make sense to me or anyone else, but they can be made in an instant of insanity.  Those moments are real.  Those moments are the ones we, me, I have to beat…  I have to take these mental health days, I must have these days off… I love my husband, and my son… and I certainly don’t want to make a dreadful decision in the exhaustion.  Moms, I think we should have a once a month mandatory day off, what do you think?

Today is Monday, and I can successfully face the world, my shoulders are relaxed, I’m breathing, and my stomach is back to normal… oh what a wonderful adventure being a mom!

Shall I Begin?

YOU BETCHYA!  What you might ask… what is it Lane?

Over the next five months I am going to attempt to create… my concept, this teeny, tiny little idea I have been holding on to now for about a year.  It’s time to get it out into the world, and I’m going share my journey, my hurrahs, and of course my woes!  Stay tuned.  Watch, listen and learn, what to do, and what not to do when creating a business as a MOM, and a wife!

sexy mama?

paris and more

All I think about is being a mom, being a mom to my son, how he should eat, what he should wear, how much sleep he should be getting in a day,  and how to not lose it!  Then I began to think, OH shit, I have a husband, I need to be a wife too!  CRAP.

Totally overwhelmed by this, seriously!  I see these other moms at the park, and they have their hair done, manicures, pedicures, even nice clean outfits on without any stains…  I am not of that variety.  I now have stains on everything I own, I haven’t had a manicure in over a six months, the last pedicure I managed to get was about three months ago, and well my hair is a battle everyday.  I have not had the same blonde hair that I had before pregnancy, it’s been a total disaster.  What is sexy about this?  Nothing, absolutely  nothing!  The thought of having to wear heels with a 35 lb weight on my hip does not excite me either.  My husband smiles at me and enthusiastically tells me that I can do it!  Are you kidding me?  I can barely get out of bed everyday, let alone put my hair up and smear lip-gloss on or mascara, then the heels?  NO!  I am not sure that men understand this, that they, to their core understand the demand that it takes to be a mom who is 120% available to their child.  I don’t even think that I realized it until I was so far into that I’ve now sunk to the bottom of the dirty clothes pile.

What is sexy?  This question popped into my head the other day and I thought I really needed to consider the topic now that I am a mom… and a wife.  Being a wife for some reason has become number two on the list.  Being a mom changes everything; the way I look, the way I feel, my wardrobe, the shoes, the mommy thoughts, the idea of being romantic, the idea of having sex, the care for my body, the desire to be sexy…  It’s all too much.  No one really sits you down and tells you the truth about the changes that occur while you are pregnant, or the fall out of birth and beyond. I guess for each person it’s so different, but are they?  I have a hard time thinking that all of these moms at the park really have it all together and are being sexy mamas.  Which again, brings me to the question of what is it to be a sexy mama?  I think the easiest way for me to wrap my memory-less brain around it is to make a list of how I want to be a sexy mama, here goes:

  1. Messy hair
  2. Healthy body
  3. Clean feet
  4. Eyes that don’t fall asleep at 9pm
  5. A charming personality
  6. A stunning smile that I carry even when I’m alone
  7. I’m stumped…
  8. The ability to play in the dirt with my son
  9. Clothes that match and or fit me the right way
  10. Comfortable shoes
  11. Coiffed arches
  12. Stumped again…

I’m not sure this is sexy… hmmmm.

I guess I have to come back to my list at another date, maybe I’m just not ready to be a sexy mama… ?

until next time.

that happy place.

a little bit of yum

I was thinking yesterday about that place, that place where we want to live all the time.  I call mine the happy place.  It’s in my dreams.

I want to take note of what brings me to this place… just in case I forget.  (My memory is so bad now, will this change?  I so hope so!@!)

  1. it’s licking the spoon after making chocolate mousse or fresh whip cream
  2. after a long day – collapsing into bed
  3. fresh sheets
  4. the smell of jasmine while walking on the street
  5. watching my son concentrate on a new skill
  6. finding and drinking the perfect cup of coffee-not an easy task to accomplish these days
  7. a salami sandwhich with shredded lettuce and tomatoes
  8. warm sand below my feet
  9. a walk with my dog
  10. listening to my husband articulate a word that is wrong

I am going to leave room to come back too!