Archive for June, 2012

I have been officially promoted to full-time!  The official date of my status change will be July 2nd, but I’ve been working damn near full-time for the past couple weeks anyway so I already have the exhaustion.

 

Long run, this is all sorts of awesome, of course.  Body needs to adjust to the change of pace.  You wouldn’t think the jump from 25-40 hours would be that drastic.  Probably doesn’t help that I have so many other things going on at the same time.

 

I have more posts to come on many other topics, but I just don’t have the brain capacity to deal with it right now.  I saw the word Blogstipated and that sums it up.  It’s there, but I can’t get it out.

 

I’ll aim to write content this weekend.  This holiday build-up weekend packed with plans followed by my oldest’s birthday and the holiday itself.  I’m taking a week in August off, if all else fails.

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Tired

Posted June 23, 2012 By kmarrs

I’ve been quiet here.  Mostly because I’m exhausted by the time I’m finished with my daily to-do lists.  It’s been a very busy week.  Work has been insane.  Good insane.  Continued to prove my worth insane.  But exhausting insane.  And to top it all off, I had a chest cold start setting in on Friday.  I’ll survive it all, but it’ll end with a nap.

I have news to share but can’t yet.  Soon.  I promise.

In the meantime, I’m still distracting myself on OCD Ollie and soon enough, Baking With Babette.  Because as exhausted as I am, these don’t take thought and bring me stress relief.

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I’ve Been Naughty

Posted June 21, 2012 By kmarrs

Or rather, I’ve created myself a blogging distraction.

OCD Ollie is my new playground.

An explanation of the new space, directly from the site:

Greetings!
No, my name isn’t really Ollie. But OCD Ollie had a nice ring to it. My real name is Karen. See? OCD Karen just doesn’t have the ring. Am I really OCD? Well, it isn’t “officially” on my chart, but… I’m just OCD enough to be really organized, but not so much that it disrupts my life. For the most part. We all have our quirks. (Ask me someday about my alarm clock and the power of three. But, it’s never not gone off!) Either way, its long past time I share some tips with the rest of the world. Take what you like, ignore the rest.

Your Expectations For This Space
This little blog of mine is a pet project for when my rather large blog and life is driving me crazy. How often will I update? When inspiration hits. This is my playground. My main blog and career are my work. All work and no play… But the work load is intense. So I’ll see you around!

I’m still building, but I’m mostly just playing As I said, it’s a distraction.  With my plate full to over flow, some place I can just be silly, not care, and not have set expectations is nice.

Also, yes it’s on blogger.  With it being as simple and not serious as I intend it to be, blogger is the perfect format.  It’s easier.  And, there won’t be any custom coding for blogger to eat.

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Whirl Wind

Posted June 20, 2012 By kmarrs

Posting long enough to say: Sorry I haven’t been posting. I’d make this longer but it’s 7:15 on a Wednesday morning and I have to be to work in 30 minutes to open the branch on what is usually my day off. It’s ok though, I’ll be off work right about the time I normally get there so it’s as if I was never there.  Except for the whole being out of bed at 6:30.  Which is honestly ok too.

My to-do list for today included such other treasures as:

  • Calling my favorite preschool option and setting up a time to stop in. Hopefully for tomorrow.
  • Talking to my mortgage gy at my branch and seeing about a pre-approval.
  • Interviewing with my current boss for a promotion of full-time. Finding a chance for this interview has been fun. At no time could the teller line spare us both for an hour. We decided after hours was our best bet.  If anyone in Columbus wants a bank teller job…

In better spirits about my site.  Some of you may have seen the post that went live Monday that I took down Tuesday.  There are some issues with this place, but they are being figured out and fixed and I feel more optimistic.  In fact, go check me out in IE.

Alright, off I go!

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So Tempted…

Posted June 18, 2012 By kmarrs

I want to make a post that reads nothing but, “Feet go in socks and then in shoes.” just to see how many spammers comment “thanks for posting this, it really is informative (insert link here).”

Huh. I guess I just did.  Maybe I’ll even allow these comments through just so you guys can see.

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The Game Of Life

Posted June 14, 2012 By kmarrs

House

Well, we were in contract.  Papers were to be signed on the 29th.  Keys were to be handed over.  Then the bank that was selling, since it was a foreclosure, made a rather large change to the deal, and we said “hell no” and now there is no house.

There was a significant amount of panic.  Along the lines of “Oh shit, we have to be out of here the day after Sammy turns 1.  That’s in less than 3 months, where the hell are we going to live?”

Then Pat called the rental office and spoke to the girl we’ve been working with since day 1 before we even moved in.  They aren’t giving us the boot on August 31st, like we had previously been told.  Granted, with the household head count they aren’t encouraging us to spend forever here.  But they know our situation and we as tenants have given them every reason to be patient with us.

We aren’t signing a year lease.  We are going to live here one month at a time.  We are also looking for another house.  Our house.  Our house we will die in, and pass to our children.  I will be buried in the backyard.  Well, I’ll be planted in the backyard.  As a tree.  My grand kids can plan an entire garden around me.

Pat and I are shopping mortgages.  There is a plan for the 10% down payment.  This will work.  We just have to see what we are pre-approved for, find the house, make our offer, and go from there.

I think I’m actually less stressed right now not having a clue where we will be living a year from now, than I was while in contract with that house.  It had a lot of good in it.  But it was also really broken.  So much energy was going into fixing it.  And it would have been a good house.  It would have been worth it.  But for once I have a weight off my shoulders.  Instead of continuing to try and fix a really broken house, we are admitting defeat and going with plan D.  Or whatever the hell letter we are on.

 

Luke

Luke had his first appointment with his psychiatrist Tuesday.  This was after my solo meeting with her a few weeks back.  She does agree we are probably looking at ADHD.  The full diagnosis will unfold with time and in this case, medication attempts.  (One of the best ways to confirm a diagnosis of ADHD is to medicate it and see what happens.)

He has started a medication.  I’m not going to discuss what.  Nothing hard-core since he is only 4, but I don’t really feel like discussing what medication I agreed to put my 4-year-old on.  Kids on meds is too heated of a topic.  I did what was right for my kid.  Just as I’ve known meds aren’t right for his older brother.

I think the bottom line of the kids and meds discussion needs to be that it’s a decision made on a kid-by-kid basis with risks and benefits taken into account.  I don’t agree with throwing a pill at the first side of a problem.  But I don’t agree with letting a kid and family suffer because of a refusal to medicate.  And we were all of us, Lucas included, suffering.

Anyway.  As we all know, this is a hell of a process.  Trying something.  Messing with dosage.  Trying something new.  We are on the very first step of the process.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

I’m also in the throws of the preschool process.  Most the people I’ve spoken to previously, said nothing could be done until June.  It’s June.  One application has been filled out.  The rest are incoming.  Oy the preschool process.

 

Thomas

Thomas is at an in between.  With no real diagnosis in his immediate future, we are just riding the therapy wave.  I’m really curious to see how TK’s behavior morphs as Luke’s treatment sets in.  Luke is such a catalyst to us all, sometimes it’s really hard to know what’s our own personal mental health issue and what’s Luke bleeding over.

Which isn’t to say that on his own, Thomas is a perfect angle.  But without Lucas starting something every 50 seconds, Thomas might well even out some.  And it will be much easier to determine what exactly is Thomas, and then we can therapy and treat that.  It isn’t fair to Thomas, to have his therapy be surviving Luke 101.

 

Dad

Has pushed back his move date about 12 times now.  I have a theory that in 50 years if they go to tear this place down, they’ll find him crouching in a corner muttering something about storms, finances, banks, and the stock market.  Just a theory but a solid one I do think.  I don’t really want to talk about it much beyond that.

Or maybe I do.

I don’t like that we are kicking him out.  I don’t like that he is going to be homeless once he leaves.  But I don’t like the position he puts me in every damn day.  I don’t like having to make the decision to do right by my kids or my father and it can never seem to be both.  It took me 4 years to realize that in finally choosing to do right by my kids, I’m not in fact a bad person.  I have done everything I could for my father.  More than I should have had to.  I simply can’t do anything more.

 

Pat

Pat and I are ok.  I think we’ll be better once the above stresses level out some.  But I don’t wake up fearing that, that will be the day he walks out.  I know he loves me.  I know we’re a team.  And he seems to know this past week was totally fueled by PMS.  Hopefully he’s grateful that PMS means we aren’t bringing another baby into this equation.

I feel even as we bicker and I go to bed early some nights because I’m fed up with the day, that we are ok.  I feel that our relationship is solid enough that we can hold hands and hunker down together through life, no matter what it tosses our way.

I also really appreciate all that he does for us and knowing that I have such a strong player on my team.

 

Sammy

Sammy is Sammy.  She is amazing.  Beautiful.  Spunky.  Full of personality and love.  She is learning to pull herself up onto her feet but unsure what to do once up.  She has 2 teeth in.  She is insulted when her meal comes from a jar and wants part of what everyone else is eating.

I wouldn’t change a thing about her.  Though I am sad to see her baby days flying by.  As excited as I am to see who she grows into, I’m not in a huge rush.  This is my last baby, and I’m enjoying every minute of her first few years.  Then she’ll turn 3 and she is so her daddy’s problem.

I jest.  Maybe.  I’ll let you know when she’s 3.

 

Work

I don’t know if I’m full-time.  I applied and have hit the interview phase, but my boss has been on vacation all this week.  I imagine interviews will start next week.  I know of at least one other person who is for sure applying.  She hopes to have the spot filled by July.  So I imagine I’ll know by July.

I’m in the most weirdly laid back place regarding this. I don’t feel that I have to OMG get this promotion or my family won’t survive.  Yeah, it would be nice, but the most basic needs are being met.  I’m mostly excited that this will let me advance my career and have those extra 15 hours a week out of the house.  The extra money is just gravy.

Pat, I’m sure, would argue it to be very important gravy.  And yeah ok it is.  But I find this laid back attitude to be helpful.  It allows me to not stress over this.  I feel I have enough to stress about.  (See above)  So one less thing, is really nice.  Promotion or no promotion work is going great and it’s really the only thing in my life not stressing me out.

 

Me

I’m surviving.  Some nights I survive by crashing when the baby does so that I can just be done with the day.  I’m maybe a touch depressed.  But I’m so stressed by all the plates I have in the air, it’s hard to feel I’m not justified in being depressed.  I’m not choosing to medicate it.  Not yet anyway.  I’m not suicidal and usually not homicidal.  I’m functioning.  I can get up and go to work without crying over it.  I don’t even cry when it’s time to go home.

And as I see most everyone around me overwhelmed with stress right now, I think that I’m really just 1 in the crowd.  Something’s in the air.  So if I’m patient and just keep doing what I have to do to get through this.  I’ll be ok.

I have 4 folders in front of me which hold 4 of the plates in the air.

  • 1 is the house folder.  While Pat is doing the majority of the mortgage shopping, I’m talking to my company’s mortgage department for the 2 of us since I am the employee.
  • 1 is the Lucas folder where I’m tracking his diagnostic developments and his medication process.  I’m also tracking the process of getting him in preschool this fall.  This is a thick folder
  • The Thomas folder is sitting untouched recently.  As we ride the wave, there isn’t much to add at the moment
  • The final is my personal folder where I’m tracking things I need to track, mostly for my career as mommy.  This folder is new.  I’m not sure what all will end up there.

I guess with my OCD approach I’m allowing myself to approach this systematically so that I’m less likely to forget some detail or get overwhelmed by all that there is.  One folder at a time.

My therapy is drawing to an end.  I haven’t been cut loose yet.  We are mostly just looking to see where the next few weeks land me.  There isn’t anything scheduled but I know I can pick up the phone and make an appointment anytime.  And I think that’s exactly where I need to be therapy wise.  Unless my therapist can secure me a mortgage offer or find me a house, there isn’t really much therapy can take care of.  These aren’t mental issues I’m working through.  And all things considered I’m not doing too horrible of a job working through the life issues.  And therapy these days has just become rehashing the same topics.  Not solving, just updating.

I am looking to have Schizotypal added to my chart.  Not because it’s something I need to have treated now, but this way should it develop into something more in the future, the history of where it began is on record.

 

I suppose that is everything.  I suppose that is enough.

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