....has an equal and opposite reaction. Gotta love that Newton guy!
Driving down to Target Saturday evening, with Gracen in tow (Target....shocker, I know!), this sentence popped into my head. Almost 4 years into this marriage/kids thing, I have realized that all my life really needs is that sentence. Everything I say and everything I do, whether it be with my husband, kids, friends, etc., needs to be done with Newton's law in mind.
If Gracen takes a dramatic fall, and I come rushing to her side with panic, she will respond with tears and panic. If I slowly come to her and tell her she is okay, then she normally is; same with Parker too. If I become enraged or aggravated with something my husband says or does, it becomes a direct catalyst in lighting his fuse (or keeping it lit) as well. This law of Newton's can basically be applied to anyone in my life...even people I don't know. Isn't it true that if you smile at a stranger, they are more than likely to smile back at you in return?
Now, you may say, "Shannon, that is an equal reaction---not an opposite one". I can see what you're saying, but here is what I am saying...
Stephen and I argue. He raises his voice to me and so I raise it back to him in a higher tone. My purpose is to get him to back down or calm down or prove that I am right. However, the reaction I'm looking for ends up being the opposite of what the situation needs. Just like the example above with Gracen falling down. I rush to her with panic and urgency, thinking my immediate and quick reaction will calm her down when she sees I'm coming. However, all it does is make her panic---complete opposite of what I'm looking to do. My reaction produced an equal and opposite reaction of my purpose for doing it. Hope I'm making sense!
And so, it is my mission that I will make more of an effort to apply this law (or rather pay more attention to it) in my interaction with everyone on a daily basis. I know it will be very difficult at times, but I really think it's essential for having a more peaceful life.
Being a stay-at-home mom has not been easy for me, as I have blogged on more than one occassion. It's about 8:33 in the morning right now. Both of my kids are dressed, and here I sit, in all my skanky glory, until Parker goes down for his morning nap and allows me to take a shower. My living room looks like Toys R Us exploded and Sprout is on television. Parker has my camera, but I don't care because he's on carpet and it's keeping him super happy. It's another cold day in Clements, and I long for A) a super snow storm or B) a tan and flip flops. Either way, I'm sick of the bitter cold with nothing to do. Bright side: my tutoring business has picked up so when Stephen gets home, I'll leave and do that for a couple of hours---sa-weet! I'm still thinking of my "get rich with one quick idea" scheme, but I only have a few ideas thus far, and I'm not talented enough to make any of them! Anyway....it'll happen...one day!
Lastly, please check out my friend's blog. She did a Top 20, "You Might Be a Mommy" things----laughed my butt off! Here's a shout out, Brandy! http://sutorfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-might-be-mommy.html
Monday, January 31, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Nap times are just a SHOW around here...
Lately, my 3 year old has been fighting her nap time. This is a problem. She wakes up too early every morning to even think about letting her skip the nap, and I'm certainly not ready to give up my 2 hours or so of bliss. 99% of the time, Parker and Gracen go down for a nap together too....which is EXTREMELY NICE.
On Friday, Gracen decided that instead of taking a nap, she would roll around in her bed, throw the stuffed animals off of it repeatedly, sing loudly, flail her legs up in the air, etc. After repeated warnings, and a couple of leg smacks to boot, an hour and a half later, she wasn't asleep (and yes, I tried the super nice way too....filled with a soft voice, lullabies, stories, etc.). In fact, it was worse....she was exhausted from crying and being so hyper but wouldn't fall asleep at the same time. In addition, she woke Parker up, giving him only a 30 minute nap. She later wanted to fall asleep at 5 pm when I was trying to put her shoes on so we could leave to have dinner at Outback with my Mom. Needless to say, it was one of those days that I a) wished I was at work and b) wished I had been the mom who used the "cry it out" method with her as a baby.
I never let Gracen cry herself to sleep. I didn't have the heart. And she was a horrible napper until her naps were cut to one a day---and even then it took some time for her to build up to a 2 hour nap or so. My mom and grandma watched her while I worked so I can't be solely responsible. They would never have let her cry it out either. Therefore, at the age of 3, I still lie down with her to get her to take a nap during the day and to go to sleep at night. This creates a real problem when trying to get them both to sleep at the same time. I used to be able to stand and hold Parker and then sing to her and they would both be out....but not anymore.
And so, poor Parker (second child of course) is the one who has to endure the "crying it out" test. It doesn't bother me as much as it did with Gracen....even though Parker is such a sweet baby. I guess it's because I'm so busy that I don't have time to listen. And in reality, I must confess, I'm still a pushover. I don't let him cry for too long, and when I go in there finally, he's so tired that I can lay him down, rub his head a bit, and he's out like a light. In addition, letting either one of my babies cry it out was never successful for me. All my children have ever done is work themselves up enough to where they almost throw up....and at that point, there's no turning back and no sleep.
Yesterday, she tried to be silly on me once again during nap, and I was so aggravated with her that I slammed the door and told her not to get up. I hate to put her to sleep like that, but I was at my wit's end. And believe it or not...I checked on her about 5 minutes later and she was sound asleep. Such a mystery, my child.
Today wasn't nearly as easy. When Parker finally went down, I had to crawl into bed with her. Sometimes it's kind of nice....I have to admit. I even get to snooze maybe 20 minutes or so too. Call me crazy, but if someone is going to tell me to take a nap, I'm going to listen!
And now at night, Gracen is in my bed by at least 2 a.m., which really has to stop. It's hit or miss, but for some reason, she will randomly wake up about 3 out of 7 nights of the week and climb into bed with us. My husband is almost comical when he says he kind of likes it----makes him feel safe to have Gracen snuggled in between us. I can't stand it as she is the worst sleeper in the world, and I'm tired of her feet in my face and waking up with a stiff neck or back. BUT, no one wants a scene during the middle of the night or the middle of a nap for that matter. I have an extremely small house and would rather give into her than have her yelping and waking up my little boy from his sleep. Then I would end up with two, totally awake and angry children and who really wins in that case---no one. I can't say that she steals it either as I slept with my mom until I'm too embarrassed to even say!
So yes, we've created a monster here, and I'm in the process of trying to prevent another one from rearing his ugly head. So far, so good I guess. I do believe that I have something to do with my children's poor sleeping habits, but I also believe it's who they are and it's their personalities as well. The other day on the news, there was a story about letting your kids sleep with you. I am not going to say either way what's right and what's wrong, but if I had things my way, my kids would sleep soundly in their OWN beds all night long. However, when I look around I see so many worse things in this world involving children so if this is one of their only vices....I guess I'll take it :).
On Friday, Gracen decided that instead of taking a nap, she would roll around in her bed, throw the stuffed animals off of it repeatedly, sing loudly, flail her legs up in the air, etc. After repeated warnings, and a couple of leg smacks to boot, an hour and a half later, she wasn't asleep (and yes, I tried the super nice way too....filled with a soft voice, lullabies, stories, etc.). In fact, it was worse....she was exhausted from crying and being so hyper but wouldn't fall asleep at the same time. In addition, she woke Parker up, giving him only a 30 minute nap. She later wanted to fall asleep at 5 pm when I was trying to put her shoes on so we could leave to have dinner at Outback with my Mom. Needless to say, it was one of those days that I a) wished I was at work and b) wished I had been the mom who used the "cry it out" method with her as a baby.
I never let Gracen cry herself to sleep. I didn't have the heart. And she was a horrible napper until her naps were cut to one a day---and even then it took some time for her to build up to a 2 hour nap or so. My mom and grandma watched her while I worked so I can't be solely responsible. They would never have let her cry it out either. Therefore, at the age of 3, I still lie down with her to get her to take a nap during the day and to go to sleep at night. This creates a real problem when trying to get them both to sleep at the same time. I used to be able to stand and hold Parker and then sing to her and they would both be out....but not anymore.
And so, poor Parker (second child of course) is the one who has to endure the "crying it out" test. It doesn't bother me as much as it did with Gracen....even though Parker is such a sweet baby. I guess it's because I'm so busy that I don't have time to listen. And in reality, I must confess, I'm still a pushover. I don't let him cry for too long, and when I go in there finally, he's so tired that I can lay him down, rub his head a bit, and he's out like a light. In addition, letting either one of my babies cry it out was never successful for me. All my children have ever done is work themselves up enough to where they almost throw up....and at that point, there's no turning back and no sleep.
Yesterday, she tried to be silly on me once again during nap, and I was so aggravated with her that I slammed the door and told her not to get up. I hate to put her to sleep like that, but I was at my wit's end. And believe it or not...I checked on her about 5 minutes later and she was sound asleep. Such a mystery, my child.
Today wasn't nearly as easy. When Parker finally went down, I had to crawl into bed with her. Sometimes it's kind of nice....I have to admit. I even get to snooze maybe 20 minutes or so too. Call me crazy, but if someone is going to tell me to take a nap, I'm going to listen!
And now at night, Gracen is in my bed by at least 2 a.m., which really has to stop. It's hit or miss, but for some reason, she will randomly wake up about 3 out of 7 nights of the week and climb into bed with us. My husband is almost comical when he says he kind of likes it----makes him feel safe to have Gracen snuggled in between us. I can't stand it as she is the worst sleeper in the world, and I'm tired of her feet in my face and waking up with a stiff neck or back. BUT, no one wants a scene during the middle of the night or the middle of a nap for that matter. I have an extremely small house and would rather give into her than have her yelping and waking up my little boy from his sleep. Then I would end up with two, totally awake and angry children and who really wins in that case---no one. I can't say that she steals it either as I slept with my mom until I'm too embarrassed to even say!
So yes, we've created a monster here, and I'm in the process of trying to prevent another one from rearing his ugly head. So far, so good I guess. I do believe that I have something to do with my children's poor sleeping habits, but I also believe it's who they are and it's their personalities as well. The other day on the news, there was a story about letting your kids sleep with you. I am not going to say either way what's right and what's wrong, but if I had things my way, my kids would sleep soundly in their OWN beds all night long. However, when I look around I see so many worse things in this world involving children so if this is one of their only vices....I guess I'll take it :).
Monday, January 24, 2011
I don't pray anymore....
And it really bothers me....like REALLY bothers me.
Let me take you back a few years....
When I first began teaching, every one would come to me asking me questions about the Mass or different Saints or maybe even what they could do for their religion class...even as recent as last year they did this. I was always very into prayer, "preaching" about my belief in Jesus and Mary and God and the saints....oh the saints were MY favorite. I still have no doubt that I am where I am today (married with babies) due to the wonderful saints who saw me through and interceded for me through it all.
And now...I can't even pray?
Every night I have vivid images of watching my dad taking his final breaths....they were painful and drawn out...and I remember looking over at a picture of Jesus that my mom had hanging in my dad's hospital room, and I asked her to take it down. And I feel like from that point on, my line to Jesus was cut----severed.
Now, let me clarify some things....I do still greatly believe in Jesus and all that my Catholic religion entails (for the most part), but I have never in my life felt so far away from Him. The sad part is that I know deep down that everything wonderful in my life is owed all to Him. So why, when I go to bed at night, can I not bring myself to say thank you for all my blessings and ask for another day? Okay, let me change that, I can actually say those things, but once again, there is no "connection". There is no glorious feeling of gratitude that used to come over me when I would say my prayers at night. I don't get it. It makes me sad.
Every night, Gracen and I say the Our Father and Hail Mary and we do our blessings of everyone. I want my children to grow up in a faith-filled environment. I want them to make all of their sacraments and go to Catholic School. Oh yeah...that's the other thing---church. I haven't been to church in Lord only knows how long, and I have a horrible guilt about it. Before Christmas, my problem was that my husband worked every weekend, and I couldn't take the two kids by myself. Now, some would say I can take them to Target by myself, but in Target they don't need to sit still and stay quiet for an hour either. So after New Year's I really wanted us all to go back to church but we were sick for about 3 weeks. This past weekend was the first weekend we were well and did we go------no. And then it's like, well, all the masses either fall during Parker's nap or feeding or Gracen's nap or something like that. BUT, I refuse to be a twice a year Catholic so we have to get back there soon.
I wouldn't be writing about this if it didn't REALLY bother me. I'm not angry with God over the loss of my father so it's not about that. I guess I'm just one of those people that must hold things....like I hate to be let down, and I guess that's what I feel like. BUT, I hate being a hypocrit too, and I refuse to be one of those. I don't want to go crying to God when something goes wrong and then ignore him the other 99% of the time. It's just not right.
I've really been wrestling with so much lately and this just adds to the mix. And then again, if I could get this part of my life straight then I'm sure everything else would fall into place. Being at home all day is wonderful and depressing all at the same time. I miss the interaction with adults and friends at work and being part of something bigger. Thank goodness I have started tutoring more children recently which is giving me a couple hours out, a taste of teaching, and some pocket change so that's good. It doesn't make me feel like such a prisoner in my own home.
And for any of you who read this as a family update---hehe---the kids are great. Gracen is in Gymanstics on Saturdays and LOVING it. Samuel Parker is a man in motion----crawling and pulling up everywhere. He LOVES to eat from the big people table and dances and claps for himself. Thank God (there ya go) for my kids.
Thanks for letting me "rant". I promise my next blog will be more interesting. It's just that this one has been dancing around in my head for quite some time.
Let me take you back a few years....
When I first began teaching, every one would come to me asking me questions about the Mass or different Saints or maybe even what they could do for their religion class...even as recent as last year they did this. I was always very into prayer, "preaching" about my belief in Jesus and Mary and God and the saints....oh the saints were MY favorite. I still have no doubt that I am where I am today (married with babies) due to the wonderful saints who saw me through and interceded for me through it all.
And now...I can't even pray?
Every night I have vivid images of watching my dad taking his final breaths....they were painful and drawn out...and I remember looking over at a picture of Jesus that my mom had hanging in my dad's hospital room, and I asked her to take it down. And I feel like from that point on, my line to Jesus was cut----severed.
Now, let me clarify some things....I do still greatly believe in Jesus and all that my Catholic religion entails (for the most part), but I have never in my life felt so far away from Him. The sad part is that I know deep down that everything wonderful in my life is owed all to Him. So why, when I go to bed at night, can I not bring myself to say thank you for all my blessings and ask for another day? Okay, let me change that, I can actually say those things, but once again, there is no "connection". There is no glorious feeling of gratitude that used to come over me when I would say my prayers at night. I don't get it. It makes me sad.
Every night, Gracen and I say the Our Father and Hail Mary and we do our blessings of everyone. I want my children to grow up in a faith-filled environment. I want them to make all of their sacraments and go to Catholic School. Oh yeah...that's the other thing---church. I haven't been to church in Lord only knows how long, and I have a horrible guilt about it. Before Christmas, my problem was that my husband worked every weekend, and I couldn't take the two kids by myself. Now, some would say I can take them to Target by myself, but in Target they don't need to sit still and stay quiet for an hour either. So after New Year's I really wanted us all to go back to church but we were sick for about 3 weeks. This past weekend was the first weekend we were well and did we go------no. And then it's like, well, all the masses either fall during Parker's nap or feeding or Gracen's nap or something like that. BUT, I refuse to be a twice a year Catholic so we have to get back there soon.
I wouldn't be writing about this if it didn't REALLY bother me. I'm not angry with God over the loss of my father so it's not about that. I guess I'm just one of those people that must hold things....like I hate to be let down, and I guess that's what I feel like. BUT, I hate being a hypocrit too, and I refuse to be one of those. I don't want to go crying to God when something goes wrong and then ignore him the other 99% of the time. It's just not right.
I've really been wrestling with so much lately and this just adds to the mix. And then again, if I could get this part of my life straight then I'm sure everything else would fall into place. Being at home all day is wonderful and depressing all at the same time. I miss the interaction with adults and friends at work and being part of something bigger. Thank goodness I have started tutoring more children recently which is giving me a couple hours out, a taste of teaching, and some pocket change so that's good. It doesn't make me feel like such a prisoner in my own home.
And for any of you who read this as a family update---hehe---the kids are great. Gracen is in Gymanstics on Saturdays and LOVING it. Samuel Parker is a man in motion----crawling and pulling up everywhere. He LOVES to eat from the big people table and dances and claps for himself. Thank God (there ya go) for my kids.
Thanks for letting me "rant". I promise my next blog will be more interesting. It's just that this one has been dancing around in my head for quite some time.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Got my hurr did, and I feel like a million bucks!
You know, I have to say that I have a love/hate with getting my hair done. It's not the cut that I mind....it's the ALMOST 3 hours it takes to have it colored, cut, and blow-dried. That's why I only do the highlighting about 3 times a year. But I have to say that having my hair highlighted and cut tonight was just what the doctor ordered.
I must admit that I dreaded my hair appointment right up until the very moment tonight. For some reason, sitting still for 2 1/2 hours, while drinking a glass of wine (if I so choose) and reading a People magazine just isn't what it used to be. I sit there the whole time worrying about my kids and if I'm taking too long....or the house chores that need to be done, etc. It's ridiculous. I'm a hard-working mom so why do I feel like I can't spend 3 hours or so on myself? Who knows? Anyway, I'm so completely happy with my hair tonight though----thank you, Chris! I even bought some "product"! What a nice evening. If you are looking for an awesome hair stylist, check out Chris Nelson at S-Kape-----love him! He's just a baby in the biz but definitely knows what he's doing. In addition, you don't have to sit there all stiff and uptight either. He's an absolute pleasure to chat with!
Really, being so blah lately, a little different hairdo was exactly what I needed to feel human again. I'm losing a little bit of weight and I have my new Bobby Brown make-up that I got in NYC so watch out world, here I come! I love feeling like a young woman again...and a young mom at that. I'm so motivated right now to keep it going. I hope it does. We'll see how I feel in the morning! For 2 1/2 hours tonight--I WAS one of those fabulous women I was reading about in People. *Sigh*....I can always dream, right? I really love my kids, but as I've mentioned before....I need to get out and work! A little make-up...something other than sweatpants....and a paycheck is something I long for! I have to say though, I am cherishing each and every one of these days with my babies. They are at the coolest age and really sweet kids, and I'm not just saying that because they are mine. I find myself really making a conscious effort every day to capture all the memories I can. I'm really sad that they are growing up way too fast. I guess in a year or so, it'll be time for another one---hehe!
Well, make-up off and sweatpants on, this momma is on her way to bed. I have every intention of heading to St. John's tomorrow to catch the 8th grade play, and I'm so excited about. I miss my job so much, and I'm so excited to see everyone and the new school building. Fingers crossed that my kids cooperate.
Nite everyone!
I must admit that I dreaded my hair appointment right up until the very moment tonight. For some reason, sitting still for 2 1/2 hours, while drinking a glass of wine (if I so choose) and reading a People magazine just isn't what it used to be. I sit there the whole time worrying about my kids and if I'm taking too long....or the house chores that need to be done, etc. It's ridiculous. I'm a hard-working mom so why do I feel like I can't spend 3 hours or so on myself? Who knows? Anyway, I'm so completely happy with my hair tonight though----thank you, Chris! I even bought some "product"! What a nice evening. If you are looking for an awesome hair stylist, check out Chris Nelson at S-Kape-----love him! He's just a baby in the biz but definitely knows what he's doing. In addition, you don't have to sit there all stiff and uptight either. He's an absolute pleasure to chat with!
Really, being so blah lately, a little different hairdo was exactly what I needed to feel human again. I'm losing a little bit of weight and I have my new Bobby Brown make-up that I got in NYC so watch out world, here I come! I love feeling like a young woman again...and a young mom at that. I'm so motivated right now to keep it going. I hope it does. We'll see how I feel in the morning! For 2 1/2 hours tonight--I WAS one of those fabulous women I was reading about in People. *Sigh*....I can always dream, right? I really love my kids, but as I've mentioned before....I need to get out and work! A little make-up...something other than sweatpants....and a paycheck is something I long for! I have to say though, I am cherishing each and every one of these days with my babies. They are at the coolest age and really sweet kids, and I'm not just saying that because they are mine. I find myself really making a conscious effort every day to capture all the memories I can. I'm really sad that they are growing up way too fast. I guess in a year or so, it'll be time for another one---hehe!
Well, make-up off and sweatpants on, this momma is on her way to bed. I have every intention of heading to St. John's tomorrow to catch the 8th grade play, and I'm so excited about. I miss my job so much, and I'm so excited to see everyone and the new school building. Fingers crossed that my kids cooperate.
Nite everyone!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
So long, 2010!
I'm having very mixed emotions about beginning 2011. My first thoughts about leaving 2010 were "Good riddance." Except for the birth of Samuel Parker, the middle and end of 2010 pretty much stunk for my family and me. The more I think about it though, the more I think that maybe I shouldn't be so quick to lock 2010 away somewhere, never to think of it again.
It's true that 2010 was the year that my dad became really ill and died of cancer in two months. But it's just as true to say that 2010 was the last year I ever had with my dad as well, which makes it pretty bittersweet. From December until July 15th, I got to watch Gracen and her Poppy grow closer than they had ever been. Gracen was getting older and interacting like a little adult instead of a toddler. I will always fondly remember pulling into my parents' driveway and seeing the garage door open. My dad would no doubt be perched on one of those old bar stool chairs, watching some ridiculous old movie....which more than likely starred Clint Eastwood or Steven Seagal. The minute he saw my van, he would immediately get up and head over to Gracen's side to get her out. His catch phrase everytime..."Who is this coming to my house?" I thoroughly miss that high pitch tone he had to it. I will cherish and miss the times when the two of them would disappear for hours on the gator....often visiting Mom Mom and Pop Pop's or the Jennings' house where Gracen actually got a pretty good boo boo on her chin with Dad. He felt so bad about it. The scar just went away a couple of months ago, and I was sad to see it go.
2010 was also the year I was able to name my little boy after my dad. Samuel Parker was born on March 22, 2010. I remember just wanting to name him after dad so badly for some reason (haunting when I look back on it). My husband even suggested that maybe we shouldn't have done it and let my brother do it instead. Wow, I'm so glad we did that now.
I spent my last birthday with my dad in 2010, my last Easter....the first one where Gracen really knew how to hunt for eggs, and I have dad on film helping her every step of the way.
There is obviously no way that on 1/1/10, I would've thought I would be writing this blog. There is nothing in life that can prepare you for such a tragedy....all you can do is learn from it and try to move on.
The cards I have in my hand right now are not even close to the ones I want....but who's to say you can't be dealt a new hand? You never play an entire game of anything forever or with the same hand, right? This year is about making my own luck...my own success. It's going to be about making myself happy and my family happy. I am not a fan of resolutions and don't really keep them so I rarely ever make them. I truly want to make 2011 different though so here are my thoughts. I'm going to write them down as a "gentle" reminder that I need to KEEP them.
It's true that 2010 was the year that my dad became really ill and died of cancer in two months. But it's just as true to say that 2010 was the last year I ever had with my dad as well, which makes it pretty bittersweet. From December until July 15th, I got to watch Gracen and her Poppy grow closer than they had ever been. Gracen was getting older and interacting like a little adult instead of a toddler. I will always fondly remember pulling into my parents' driveway and seeing the garage door open. My dad would no doubt be perched on one of those old bar stool chairs, watching some ridiculous old movie....which more than likely starred Clint Eastwood or Steven Seagal. The minute he saw my van, he would immediately get up and head over to Gracen's side to get her out. His catch phrase everytime..."Who is this coming to my house?" I thoroughly miss that high pitch tone he had to it. I will cherish and miss the times when the two of them would disappear for hours on the gator....often visiting Mom Mom and Pop Pop's or the Jennings' house where Gracen actually got a pretty good boo boo on her chin with Dad. He felt so bad about it. The scar just went away a couple of months ago, and I was sad to see it go.
2010 was also the year I was able to name my little boy after my dad. Samuel Parker was born on March 22, 2010. I remember just wanting to name him after dad so badly for some reason (haunting when I look back on it). My husband even suggested that maybe we shouldn't have done it and let my brother do it instead. Wow, I'm so glad we did that now.
I spent my last birthday with my dad in 2010, my last Easter....the first one where Gracen really knew how to hunt for eggs, and I have dad on film helping her every step of the way.
There is obviously no way that on 1/1/10, I would've thought I would be writing this blog. There is nothing in life that can prepare you for such a tragedy....all you can do is learn from it and try to move on.
The cards I have in my hand right now are not even close to the ones I want....but who's to say you can't be dealt a new hand? You never play an entire game of anything forever or with the same hand, right? This year is about making my own luck...my own success. It's going to be about making myself happy and my family happy. I am not a fan of resolutions and don't really keep them so I rarely ever make them. I truly want to make 2011 different though so here are my thoughts. I'm going to write them down as a "gentle" reminder that I need to KEEP them.
- As a person who sometimes stresses herself to the point of being anxiety ridden and wanting to rock back and forth in the corner, I vow this year to take a couple extra deep breaths. I am going to do my best to NOT sweat the small stuff. It doesn't get me any where.
- This entire family has taken an extra deep dive into the realm of unhappiness lately, and I desperately want to change that. And if I want to change that, the change needs to start with me and then hopefully others will follow suit. I am going to make every effort I can to be SUPER nice to my husband every single day and "allow" him to do some things that he really enjoys....a.k.a FISHING. A miserable husband doesn't make for a great marriage. I am going to try to say thank you more and let him know how much I appreciate him as well.
- Even though I am currently only tutoring twice a week, my goal is to take on at least 2 more kids in the new year. In addition, I plan to SAVE some money and spend less of it. It's an ambitious thought, I know....but I have to try! I also want to continue my search for a job as a medical transcriptionist and land one soon into the new year....I'm thinking part-time as of right now.
- I used to be a nicer, more generous person, and I miss that. 2011 is the year that we bring back the "old Shannon".....the "Heal the World" Shannon. I need to clean up my potty mouth too.
- Lastly, here's a pretty mundane and overused resolution....I would like to lose a bit of weight and keep it off. I need to stop eating so much crap...for lack of a better word.
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