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.”
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”
For the past several days, I have been woken up at least twice a night by my son Choo-choo. Lack of sleep is usually bad for just about everyone, me included. I end up exhausted, obviously, but there is more to it than that.
Little to no sleep leaves me crabby, anxious and even dizzy, especially with the medication I take before bed each night. This means I sometimes Continue reading “What becomes of the sleep-deprived?”
Choo-choo is a total, complete threenager right now.
I’m not sure I fully understood what that term meant until my son turned three. He whines, he rolls his eyes, and he never wants to do anything. Throw in some slammed doors and you’d totally have teenage me.
Diesel, Choo-choo, and I had to Continue reading “If teenagers were toddlers”
So yesterday, I told you all about my first venture to a women’s retreat in my area. It was a chilly, rainy day that was spent from morning to late afternoon in a gorgeous cabin-type venue in the quiet middle of nowhere. We had already finished breakfast, introductions, and art therapy.
After a healthy (and delicious!) lunch, we were taught the art of tapping.
No, I don’t mean tap dancing or even the perfect way to tap a keg but “tapping” as part of the Emotional Freedom Technique, or EFT. Tapping is essentially an acupressure technique designed to relieve and reduce stress and remove negative thoughts. What it does is interrupt the brain’s panic during stress to shift its focus back from emotional to rational.
I have to say, I had never heard of tapping before. I was fighting my urge to Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 2”
Choo-choo and I found ourselves in a situation the other day about naptime. I knew he needed to sleep. He vehemently disagreed. I left him in the safety of his bed so I could step away and take more than a few deep breaths. Continue reading “My little Destructor”