I am a mom of 3, a wife, and an often disgruntled lab tech ....I write, knit, crochet, cook, & just try to make it through. My writing blog is wordsontheceiling.tumblr.com if you'd like to check it out. Thanks for hanging out in my head space! ~D

 

artsciencenursing:

I’ve already rebloged this, but I’ll do it again. This sums up perfectly why health care professionals sometimes make morbid jokes. We simply need to stay sane.

Yep. All the way.

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Clark… Is that you?

As a kid I watched the original Superman movie and was baffled by the fact that any of those people could talk to both Clark Kent and Superman and not know they were the same person. My foolish little self thought, “it’s a pair of glasses and bad clothes….really?” How naive I was. (I know it was Superman’s attitude and confidence, too, but that’s beside the point.)

So, now I’m an adult, a very nearsighted one, and I’ve worn some sort of corrective lens since fourth grade. From age 13 until about 29, my primary mode was contacts. I only wore my glasses when sick or at home. Since I’ve become a lab tech, though, I usually wear my glasses to work. Glasses work better with all the microscope time (I forget to blink and contacts dry out), plus it’s an extra bit of protection to keep stuff from splattering in my eyes. I wear my contacts on the weekends and days off.

Therefore, the people that I’ve worked with for the last five and a half years know me with glasses. I do wear my contacts on occasion, as I did yesterday, and someone made the oddest statement to me. He said, “Some people look a little different without their glasses, but you look a LOT different.” I was like, wtf?

It’s part of what I’m going to permanently refer to as “The Clark Kent effect”. And believe me: it’s a real thing.

I have seriously been several places outside of work and come in contact with people I work with every day and they don’t know who I am. Regular clothes (not scrubs) + contacts apparently makes me into another person. People I see out are really confused when I start talking to them, and then eventually they catch my voice.

I can’t decide if this phenomenon is due to people not paying attention to the people they work with, not paying attention when they’re out and around, or just ignorance in general. Regardless, it’s convinced me that superheroes can definitely get away with having a secret identity. All they need is a pair of glasses.

TT bonus…

We just finished supper after going to “Meet & Greet” night at the twins’ soon-to-be preschool and I feel like I’ve been run over by a train. Most of the time I was there until we sat down at the dinner table, I was about two shades away from a full-on anxiety attack.

Was it filling out the paper work? Maybe it was reading through the handbook. Or was it reading the official disaster plan and realizing that there’s a plan to handle an “active shooter”? Or maybe it was meeting their teacher (she’s lovely, by the way) and seeing the little room they’ll be in with its cubby holes and nap mats.

They were very excited. I am terrified.

This is the first time we will be sending them into a school-type large scale childcare situation. Since 6 months old, they’ve been in a home babysitting situation with a lady we’ve known since my oldest was taken care of by her at age 2. At the most they’ve been with 4 other kids at her house. At church they’ve gotten a little more exposure, but that’s only for a few hours at a time.

I still have too many painful scars from the struggles of that first year. I don’t want to be a helicopter mom, but it is so hard to let them go.

I know they need it. I know they will adapt. I know they will learn a lot. I’m sure they will be fine.

But still I feel utterly panicked.

Did I mention my oldest starts high school on that same day? Shoot me now.

TT: censorship edition

I’ve been thinking that I should probably clean up my language a bit. I try not to cuss like a sailor in front of my kids, but some days I don’t manage to make it. Maybe I need creative substitute words. These would work, right?

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Monday mug 

Not really a mug, but you know…. I’ve been up since 5:30 so it seems silly to have coffee at this point. I’ve been productive, though: I washed one load of clothes and folded two others, loaded and set the dishwasher, did a 15 min yoga stretch, and got everyone up, dressed and out the door. Trying to get myself moving better in the mornings, because everyone goes to school in two weeks and somebody has to get these people up and ready. I’m probably going to need a cattle prod.

Embarrassed thanks to everyone for the sweet comments on my post last night. *blushes* You are all too kind. I sort of thought I looked zombified, but filters help a lot. Ha. Don’t worry: it won’t become a habit. 

Let’s rock this Monday, y’all.

Monday mug

Not really a mug, but you know…. I’ve been up since 5:30 so it seems silly to have coffee at this point. I’ve been productive, though: I washed one load of clothes and folded two others, loaded and set the dishwasher, did a 15 min yoga stretch, and got everyone up, dressed and out the door. Trying to get myself moving better in the mornings, because everyone goes to school in two weeks and somebody has to get these people up and ready. I’m probably going to need a cattle prod.

Embarrassed thanks to everyone for the sweet comments on my post last night. *blushes* You are all too kind. I sort of thought I looked zombified, but filters help a lot. Ha. Don’t worry: it won’t become a habit.

Let’s rock this Monday, y’all.

Seven on a Sunday

1. If you look closely, that ear of corn looks like it has rabbit ears. We have shucked and put up 100 ears of corn in the last week. I’m done with corn for a while. It’s the sweetest corn I’ve ever eaten, but I don’t even want to look at it right now.
2. CSA veggies. Yum. 
3. This is a mini pilot wheel, now mounted on a wall in my breakfast area. It’s a weird family heirloom. Now the kids can drive the house.
4. Roasted two pints of grape tomatoes to freeze and use later for soups and stews. Smelled amazing.
5. Mario and Luigi socks. This is how we wear them so there are no arguments about who is wearing whom.
6. Some chalk art I did on a piece of scrap plywood while playing outside today.
7. Busy weekend and I’m worn out. (Yep, that’s really there. I know I said I wouldn’t do it, but whatever. I once said I’d never drive a minivan, either.)

Seven on a Sunday

1. If you look closely, that ear of corn looks like it has rabbit ears. We have shucked and put up 100 ears of corn in the last week. I’m done with corn for a while. It’s the sweetest corn I’ve ever eaten, but I don’t even want to look at it right now.

2. CSA veggies. Yum.

3. This is a mini pilot wheel, now mounted on a wall in my breakfast area. It’s a weird family heirloom. Now the kids can drive the house.

4. Roasted two pints of grape tomatoes to freeze and use later for soups and stews. Smelled amazing.

5. Mario and Luigi socks. This is how we wear them so there are no arguments about who is wearing whom.

6. Some chalk art I did on a piece of scrap plywood while playing outside today.

7. Busy weekend and I’m worn out. (Yep, that’s really there. I know I said I wouldn’t do it, but whatever. I once said I’d never drive a minivan, either.)

I found this to be very helpful for several reasons. 1) Often my anxiety is aggravated by sensory overload. It took a while to really figure that out. It’s not crowd-phobia, as I first thought. 2) As a mother of small children, I find that my little ones are very susceptible to this, especially when tired or hungry. Some of this is good advice for any parent of small ones. Regardless, it’s good info for lots of people and situations.

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How many fingers am I holding up?

Just had lunch with my mom again. It went well, I think. Less heavy this time, more of just an information sharing. Keeps her from being as pushy and demanding otherwise.

I did share a new thing: I told her that I’m writing. No, she didn’t know. No one in the family does, other than my husband and my oldest. Her eyes got really big when I told her about the massive novel(s) I still need to hard edit, and the shock continued when I said my friends were pushing me to try and publish. She seemed happy and supportive-ish, but definitely shocked. I really don’t know what to do with that. I guess I want her to read my stuff someday; not necessarily for approval, just to show her who I am. Didn’t tell her about either blog, though. Not that crazy, yet.

I wish adulthood was like high school, in that if nothing else, you could count on seeing your best friends every day at lunch or on the bus or whatever. I go too long without seeing my people. It sucks. I suppose the universe has designed it this way. If the three of us were together more, we’d probably take over the world or at least get into trouble.

Had the last bit of nearly a year’s worth of dental work on Tuesday. This round did something to my gums and now I am miserable. Antibiotics for the weekend!

It is gray and drizzly and kind of cool here. Totally wrong for July in the Dirty South. I need a sweater and a blanket and cuddles with my honey. But instead, I’m going to stay at work. This responsibility thing blows sometimes.

Desederata

shadow-writer:

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and…

emilyplatypus:

One of the very few good things to come from this song 

This is awesome. We are big Weird Al fans in my house, plus this talks about ALL of my grammar pet peeves. Also, I can finally enjoy this catchy tune without rapey lyrics. Best thing ever.