Eating ice cream from various ice cream shops in our little university neighborhood (there are like 6 ice cream shops in a mile radius, we are doomed). I learned from my Grandma Loretta -- who my little Loretta is named after -- that it's important to eat your feelings because food is amazing and it tastes better when you're happy and makes you feel better when you aren't. ::lightweight sarcasm font:: Ice cream is for celebrating great spring weather one day, for cheersing a new job the next (I was offered my old job back, so it will be new to me again, and I'm really excited to start next week), for overcoming a 4 year old's doctor's appointment anxiety, and overcoming a 34 year old's anxiety about leaving a job after only 10 weeks... our feelings have required so much ice cream this week.
Drinking kefir and coffee have been my two go-to drinks this week. I have to remind myself to drink water or I will just drink cup after cup of coffee and end up dizzy and dehydrated with bad breath (a real nightmare to be around, ha) but it doesn't matter. Because coffeeeeeeeee. I have also been dreaming of drinking my famous white sangria, which is a gin and champagne and citrus concoction the recipe for which I recreated from a tapas restaurant we visited in NYC years ago and it's always a hit at summertime dinner parties. It looks like magic and tastes like happiness. I think we might need to host a party of some kind so I have an excuse to make it soon :)
Wishing Loretta's son-of-a-bitchin molars would just. come. in. already. dammit. grrrrr! I love that sweet girl but she has kept me awake around the clock for what feels like months. Last night around the fourth wakeup I called her a skunk in a tone I was instantly ashamed of. She turned her head at the last second as I was going to give her a teething tablet (we don't usually resort to those but it was pretty apparent last night that she wasn't going to sleep without a little "helper") so it fell on the sheet in the dark and I was like, "Why you skunk!" and then I felt like a huge jerk of a mom and hugged her and we found the tablet and got some water and back to sleep. But I realize I'm losing my mind a little bit with all the not-sleeping and if these freaking molars could just come in already I'd be super grateful.
Loving moms. Loving myself or trying to. Loving life or trying to remind myself to. Yesterday I got probably the nicest note I've ever received from one of Otto's early preschool teachers from back when we lived in Tucson. I always loved this woman as a peaceful, patient, loving teacher and her note was about this blog and about how she's a mom to two little boys now and it just made me realize that I'm not so bad, that I know a lot of amazing people, and that we moms are all just hanging in there trying to remember to celebrate the good and not focus on the bad and be awesome people and love on our kiddos.
My beautiful (inside and out) friend Rebecca who has long gorgeous dark brown hair and bright, shining eyes, and legs up to here, and a knack for growing houseplants, and a heart of gold shared this Dove ad on her blog this week and it had me in tears. What is wrong with us, ladies? Why do we focus on the problems with ourselves? I know if I had to describe myself I would say things about my fuzzy hair, forehead scar, nose bump, chin zit, porous skin, undereye circles, crooked teeth... and yet I know, in my heart, that I'm fine. I'm pretty. I'm fun and funny. My family and friends love me and I love them. Why is self-deprecation the default?
Dreaming about summa summa summatime. Picnic dinners in the backyard. Trips to Disney. Visits from friends and family. Farmers markets. The coast. When cherries come in season. Warm skin. And obviously more ice cream.
That was this week. Here are next week's themes:
admiring, caring, loving, cleaning, creating