Wednesday, November 18
Monday, November 16
Here. I am here. I've not blogged, but I am here. I am overwhelmed and extremely busy this fall, but I am here. I am happy, mostly. But busy. And that pendulum of busy swings to the far opposite side so that when I can't "do" busy a second longer, I go to bed early and leave major things undone, or I sit on the couch and ignore the work, and that includes sitting to blog, even though it is so cathartic. I just don't make any time for EXTRA sitting at this computer right now because it feels like I need to be here all too much as it is, editing, emailing, scheduling, apologizing, working. So I am here. Just not exactly HERE here, ya know?
Tonight? I feel emptied. Kind of. Just.... so many weeks of busy, added to so many recent things happening in the world that are disheartening, added to so many things left undone, added to some hormonal, rainy-day blahs, and I feel.... sort of emptied, in a deflated, soul-tired way.
I wish something would give me a good, long, face-hurting, cathartic laugh. Preferably with people I love.
I also wish I didn't ever have typos. Ever.
I need to:
Get things ready for Noah turning EIGHT in two days. EIGHT. Luckily, it's not a party year, but I still need to shop for his birthday menu choices, a card, some little doo-dad gifts to add to his few big ones... I need to find a way to get ahold of a friend of his to invite to his one-friend-outing this year. And I need to organize and finalize his baptism plans. Can you even believe this year, this event, is here??
I'm listening to:
Mumford & Sons Pandora, or a bunch of random old songs I've mostly-forgotten that my iPhone has dredged up when I made the huge mistake of updating it to the new iOS, a mistake that has cost me my familiar playlists and favorite albums, and only shown me old weird stuff that I have to try to get used to until I figure out how to get back to some semblance of where I was before this major dumb iOS mistake.
I just finished all available episodes of Orphan Black earlier this month, and have now caught up on Reign (NOOOOO!!!!!), and I am keeping up with Quantico and Blindspot (Blindspot is better), and I need to find another show to edit to now. Though I have both the Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea DVDs here, and maybe that's a good/weird segue-way from Reign, since Megan Follows is in both?
To keep Christmas at bay just a couple more weeks. Then I will dive in full-force. Because I love it. But I love the deprivation of it, too. It makes it more acute and special.
Also hoping to catch up with work (particularly the post office side of it and the ordering of prints and products) and stay caught up with the editing side of it. My busy season's end is in sight!!
Someone to plan the upcoming Thanksgiving at our house and the upcoming baptism for me.
No more leaves tracked into our house.
Time (and dry leaves) to finish the leaf-blowing in the front yard. I love the task, but there is never time, thanksalot Daylight Savings.
Time to finish my schoolwork scanning project so I can clear out this office corner of my front room.
Time to do a cute planned photo session of Noah for his 8th birthday.
To spend a full day under my covers, just reading.
A good cry.
A clean room and more storage so my room doesn't become the storage area all the time.
One-on-one time with each of my kids more regularly.
A movie theater date with Joe.
Time to work on my personal photos.
To find my missing fake Ugg boot.
To procrastinate a little longer.
Not to let people down.
Another faux wood phone cover since I peeled mine to heck last night when I was feeling anxious.
To be able to sell $600 in Jamberry this month without doing any extra work.
To have a Favorite Things party with my out of town girls, IN PERSON.
To be tucked in and sung to.
To go for a solitary walk on a brisk fall day, with headphones in.
To sing something loud and emotional.
To putter around with my Project Life instead of work tonight.
A foot rub.
How about you? What are you up to these days?
Posted by Emily S. at 9:16 PM
Sunday, October 25
There comes a point every fall where everything just begins to be TOO MUCH. Though it is by far my favorite season, it just also happens to be A.) the busy season for photography B.) a time when I dust off my sewing and crafting skills to make Halloween costumes-- something I LOVE, but is definitely a high-commitment hobby-- and C.) a time when all the autumn fun stuff I love and try to fit in begins to crash into the work obligations, the Halloween obligations, and D.) barrels on into November when it's instantly time to think about Noah's birthday and Thanksgiving and Christmas gifts and and and and...... And there is is. EVERY YEAR. Regardless of if I vow to take on less sessions. Regardless of how simple I decide to go for Halloween costumes. Regardless of if I decide to skip apple picking or autumn decor or homemade gifts for Noah's birthday. Somehow, no matter what I try to simplify (without compromising the things I LOVE), it still ends up wiping me out and pushing me towards burnout.
I hate that.
I really hate it. Because I LOVE everything I'm doing. I just don't have enough hours to do it all. And I'm hard on myself when I can't manage it AND stay zen. And instead of learning to laugh and hang on for the ride, knowing it was gonna be this way, it smacks me in the face EVERY YEAR, and sours my soul with disappointment. I just haven't learned yet. No matter how many years it goes exactly this way, I HAVE NOT LEARNED.
And you know how when you're running late for something, and feeling SUPER stressed, that is ALWAYS the time you also stub your toe and drop things and accidentally bump your toddler so she starts wailing and won't budge, etc.? How when things are rough, you become magnetic to MORE rough things?? That's how it's feeling tonight. Like even though I've managed to do ALL THE THINGS so far, there is a growing feeling of stress, and things are starting to go awry. Hello, period! Great timing! Oh, is that a tiny chest cold starting? Of course it is. And how is it already time to do LAUNDRY again? I really can't fit that in this week.
As I get more and more magnetic to stress right now, I am beginning to lose my tight rein on Life Management. I haven't remembered to pay Noah's lunch account. Texts are going unanswered. Clients are wondering if they'll ever hear back from me. My smile is getting a little frantic-looking. I'm getting rattled. I'm getting disappointed. My inner child is threatening to strike and stay in bed with books and movies for three weeks straight and hope some adult will sort out the fallout.
How in heaven's name will I untangle this stress-ball of to-dos and expectations and obligations?
How do I eat this massive elephant?!
One bite at a time, I guess. *sigh*
So I am going to write down my list tonight. I'm going to try to see how many "beginnings" I can finish--- answer some emails, order overdue products for clients, prepare a few things for the post office... Finish Lucy's ladybug wings and antennae, which will complete her easy costume. I'm going to see how many things I can let go of this week-- perhaps just go buy Lucy some underwear so I can put laundry off another 4-5 days, haha. I am going to stop when I feel completely overwhelmed and say a prayer, breathe gratitudes, then laser-focus in on the next "bite", and get going again. I will look out my back door and watch leaves fall and love fall and breathe in and breathe out and then get back to work. I will forgive myself. I will pray the people I am letting down will forgive me too, maybe. I will keep going. I will keep allowing those small windows of downtime I probably shouldn't take time for, but desperately need in order to be a kind mama and inspired worker. Those moments for some cross-stitching, or for checking in with my long-distance girlfriends, or for a nap.... Refueling when there aren't moments to spare, but when I know I won't have anything to go on if I don't refuel.
And next year.... well. I know myself. I'm not going to skip making a costume or two. I'm not going to forego photo sessions. I'm not going to deprive my kiddos and myself of fallish things like pumpkin-picking and backyard bonfires and Halloween crafties and books and such. But maybe.... maybe next year I'll have learned how to laugh at the absurdity and frenzy of it, and will be better at just hanging on for the ride. Being busy and creating things and living out loud when the season cries out for it just means we're not dead yet. We're crazy and life is full and maybe a little TOO much, but it's life, man... and I'm not dead yet. Next year, I hope I can come at it from that angle and remind myself I knew it was coming and it's going to be okay. It always ends up okay.
Posted by Emily S. at 9:00 PM
Monday, October 19
It's been awhile since I've attempted formal portraits of my Quinnster, so a couple of weeks ago, I grabbed him and bribed him with candy and let him "help" me set up a quick garage backdrop setup, and I managed to get some really sweet, TOTALLY Quinn photos of my baby boy.... Only, he's not so BABY anymore. Look at this cute boy!
Two and 3/4 years old, happy and hilarious, in love with trains, animals (especially dogs), anything his sister or brother are into, and potty humor, among many other things. He runs more than he walks, loves to laugh and make others laugh, and is just a bit mischievous, but totally cuddly and tender, too. He sings, and loves to learn the lyrics to songs.... And he is smart as a whip and doesn't let much get past him.
I love his voice.... I love his dark dark brown eyes, I love to make him snuggle me.... I love reading books to him (he'll lay his head on my shoulder)... I love how he keeps trying to be kind and loving to Lucy, even when she's prickly back to him--- He never lets it harden him towards her. I love how much he worships Noah. I love when he sings with me.
Oh, and he does this lower-lip quirk (above) all the time right now--- usually when he's asked a question and he's thinking of the answer... or if he knows he's being teased or duped... And I LOVE it. I am so tickled I caught it in a photo. It is SO him.
And his laughing. Oh, how I am a fool for his laughter. He LOVES to laugh--- either from watching people do funny things, or trying to make US laugh with his own funny antics... or if nothing else, by being tickled. He will request being tickled!! And his laugh face---- we all begin laughing along, because he is so utterly contagiously marvelous.
Yep.... This baby boy of mine. He just gets better and better, and I am so enchanted by him... so grateful I get to be his mama.
Posted by Emily S. at 11:43 PM
Monday, October 12
Tonight, just a fun list (10 out of 25...saving the other half for another post) from some journal prompts I saw on Pinterest, here. Please feel free to jot down your own answers to these, either in the comments or on Facebook. I'd love to read your answers!
And hey-- if you need some tunes in your day, I've included YouTube links to almost all the songs I mention here. Fun!
1. A song from your childhood:
Come, Little Leaves, a children's song. My mom used to sing this to us, and I've sung it to my own kiddos since Noah was little. I've looked for it on YouTube, and the version I grew up with doesn't seem to be the common one... But I love it best.
2. A song that reminds you of your most recent ex-boyfriend/girlfriend:
Ha! Most recent ex was... 15 years ago? Fair enough. Pink Floyd songs.
3. A song that reminds you of one of your parents:
James Taylor's "Copperline" reminds me of my dad. He got the CD when I was in high school and I loved it then... And then he put it as the first song on a mix tape he gave me while I was in college. That whole tape was so good...
4. A song that calms you down:
"Pie Jesu", by John Rutter. Part of his Requiem.
5. A song that often gets stuck in your head:
Not many do these days, thank goodness! But this season (and most every fall), I keep singing Eva Cassidy's "Autumn Leaves". My lord that woman could sing. The subtlety of her interpretation of this song is exquisite. She was taken too soon.
6. A song that reminds you of a best friend:
Tori Amos' "Tear in Your Hand" reminds me of my college BFF Maggie Enns Cochran.
7. A song that reminds you of the past summer:
Katy Perry's "Roar"... Quinn even picked up some of the words, we listened to it so much!
8. A song that reminds you of your first love:
The Stone Roses, "I Wanna Be Adored"
9. A song that makes you hopeful:
Mat Kearney's "Hey Mama"
10. A song by your favorite band:
"Paper Airplane" by Alison Krauss and Union Station
Part Two to come. Happy new week to everyone!
(Photo: little baby me, around 1978)
Posted by Emily S. at 11:21 PM
Wednesday, October 7
I'm on the last day (thank the lord) of single-parenting while Joe is in Las Vegas for a conference. He left Saturday around lunchtime, and has been gone Saturday night, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and all day today until midnight.
I've managed: Saturday dinner (potatoes supreme), making a fire in the firepit and having a late night out in the backyard with flashlights and hammock snuggling; baths for everyone and a shower for me Sunday morning, Sunday clothes, Sunday morning session of General Conference in the chapel. Sunday lunch and dinner (pumpkin chili and blueberry muffin bread) as well as listening to the second half of Sunday conference. Sunday bedtime. Monday morning getting Noah off to school. Lucy to and from preschool both Monday and Tuesday. Some Project Life'ing. Some laundry folding and putting away. a Quinn mini-session in the garage. Monday night outing to the mall to eat dinner and play in their play area. Monday bedtime. Approximately 50,000 poopy diapers, since Lucy still waits for her bedtime diaper to poop... (okay, maybe only 15 total. But still.) Getting Noah on the bus Tuesday AND making him a lunch first. Quinn to and from his mini-preschool Tuesday morning. Bookkeeping a bit. Making the last 2012 Blurb photo book and finalizing all three 2012 volumes and sending to print. Some major Lucy meltdowns. A manicure. Managing leftovers WITH a side of veggies for Tuesday dinner. Some cross-stitching. Tuesday bedtime (barely). An hour in the middle of the night with Quinn on my lap as we listened to soft music and I wrapped up editing. Editng client sessions every night after kid bedtimes. Getting Noah off to school today. A full morning-midday with Quinn and Lucy at the Museum of Transportation (after I ended up having Lucy play hooky from preschool because this morning was too much. I just.... couldn't get myself moving). Some tidying up. Preparing Jamberry to mail. Dishes every day. Another leftover dinner at home (hooray fighting the temptation to dine out again)... Getting Noah (and the sibs) to Taekwondo early. Managing the littles at the playground while Noah kicked and hit for an hour. Bedtime just now (though Quinn is wailing at me to come back up because he wants red juice in his cup and not water).
I've managed a lot.
I'm ready to be done.
Joe is a major asset to my life.... And these times without him confirm to me, unequivocally, how much he helps me to be a better mom.
The rage-iest I've ever been as a mom has only ever happened when Joe is away for a long stretch. That tells me I NEED him in order to be my best me.
I'm grateful for him.
And ready for him to be home.
Posted by Emily S. at 9:48 PM
Monday, October 5
Noah as a 7-almost-8-year old has grown into a kid who is confident in the things he is good at and loves, opinionated and determined to teach (and correct) anyone about the things he is passionate about... and yet still so young and innocent. He feels hip, I am sure... knowledgeable and savvy about things he and his peers are into. He is a natural leader, both with his friends and with his younger siblings. We trust him to do and handle a lot of things around home. He has moments of self-awareness and clarity with regards to his feelings on deeper things... but is still largely a child and more self-interested than empathetic.
It's fascinating to take a moment to consider his change from "little kid" to this "almost big kid". He's on the cusp of that season where more and more "loss of innocence" happens... Nothing awful (we pray), but just that general coming-of-age where one realizes that parents are fallible, Santa might not be real, and girls are actually kind of cute. He's not quite there, but he's close. I love it. Both the not-quite-yet, and the soon-to-be.
Once upon a time, I was 7-almost-8.
I was the second-oldest of then-5 kids, and had many of the same parental expectations upon me that Noah now has. I was immersed in my own world of friends and my own inner world of stories and make-believe. I loved art, music, dress-up, and friends. I was pretty naive-- not naturally "hip" or anything.... Luckily for me, I had a marvelous best friend who was naturally more stylish and with-it than I, and she was such fun. She loved me the way I was, but also nudged me to stretch my wings a bit. Her name was Bonnie, and I adored her. I have so many memories of fun times with her and her family... of watching her brothers play Atari and her older sister taking time to spare us a moment to help us with fashion or hair. I remember sleepovers and Barbies. Road trips. Talking about boys. (Yes, already!!) Learning from Bonnie how to have a crush and eyeball cute boys out of the corner of our eyes. And I remember Bonnie playing trendy music and nudging me to help her make up dances.
Which is how I landed on my very first "favorite song" ever: Irene Cara's "What A Feeling" from Flashdance. Bonnie introduced it to me, and declared it to be OUR song. We listened to it as often as we could so we could learn the words. We used pretend microphones and sang along, loudly. And with the help of Bonnie's confident encouragement, I got braver about pretending to be a rock star in front of other kids.
This song stayed my favorite song for years and years... Even after my sweet friend had to move away and we both grew older and found other songs, and other friends to play with. And my fondness for my first "best friend" stayed, too. We eventually lost touch, as is common for little kids to do, even when they vow to be pen pals forever. But bless Facebook. Whatever critics may say, I thank heaven for Facebook's way of bringing old friends back together, and letting them slowly re-learn about each other... to meet the grownup version of each other and begin to build a new relationship. I love having my Bonnie back.
In fact, I think we're overdue for a good old lip-sync session, complete with dance moves and pretend microphones. You're never too old to act like a kid again, right?
Posted by Emily S. at 11:32 PM