Out of the ashes

It has been nearly a year since I took my very first post-high school class. It was an online, six week writing course. Not exactly on the path to a degree, but it was exactly what I needed. Taking that class was like dipping my toes into the pool of grown-up learning. I discovered that while I loved expanding my mind and talent, it was a bit of a shocker learning how to make time for class and assignments while also taking care of my son.

As a stay-at-home mom, I never had to balance out my time like that before. Choo-choo and Diesel were always my priorities, even while depression was ravaging my mind. Continue reading “Out of the ashes”

When the course of mindset is up in the air

When the course of mindset is up in the airChoo-choo woke up two hours earlier than usual this morning and refused to go back to sleep. After yesterday morning–when he quietly removed all the drawers from his dresser and placed them on the floor then filled the drawers with his toys–and yesterday afternoon–when he absolutely refused to lie down in bed and put up such a fight that I ended up sobbing in the bathroom while Diesel tended to our son–I was so not mentally and emotionally prepared for another sleepy time battle.

I so desperately wanted more shut-eye. Continue reading “When the course of mindset is up in the air”

My noisy boy

My son is very loud. Everything he does is loud.

He slams his pretend vacuum into anything on the floor, especially doors and baseboards, as he “cleans” the living room. He shouts as he plays with his just as loud or even louder toys. I don’t think a day goes by when Choo-choo doesn’t drop all his toys from his bed into one large pile, each car, truck, and train slamming onto the others with a crash.

“Mom!” he screams to me from the other room. “I making noise!” Continue reading “My noisy boy”

A man made of snow

Choo-choo has been anxiously awaiting significant snowfall in our area. Anything we’ve had up to this point just hasn’t been enough. For weeks, he kept telling Diesel and me how much he wanted to build a snowman.

A man made of snow

Then the truth came out. Continue reading “A man made of snow”

Like mother, like son

Choo-choo and I were playing with his blocks in the living room last night. We’d had a busy day, but it was quickly approaching bedtime. “Okay, sweetie,” I told him, “You’ve had your extra time to play, but now we need to pick this all up. We can play again tomorrow.”Like mother, like son

I began putting the blocks back in their container.

My son, meanwhile, panicked. His eyes grew wide and worried. Continue reading “Like mother, like son”

Giving in, not giving up

Please don’t hate me, you guys, but… I caved!

I gave Choo-choo something he wanted that I’d told him “no” about many times. But before you panic, it wasn’t anything dangerous or damaging. In fact, it was pretty much a non-issue I stood my ground against only because my original answer had been “no.”

Remember when I told you about Continue reading “Giving in, not giving up”

Holiday rush

Is the holiday rush starting to get to anyone else?

My anxiety has been creeping up thinking about Christmas arriving much sooner than I’d like. I am not one of those people who shops throughout the year. I save our money and start hitting the sales around holiday time. So I have been worrying about the presents I am buying not arriving on time. I’m also worried about not having enough time for everything.

Thanksgiving was a breeze compared with Christmas. I didn’t have to do very much for that day. Only a bit of cooking, really.

You know what, though? Continue reading “Holiday rush”