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Sometimes Not Doing A Damn Thing is the Best Therapy

14 August, 2009 | dcfemella | Comments

The Sea Is Wine Red, originally uploaded by requiems.

I’m always on the go. There is not a moment during the day that I am not doing something(s). I know it’s something that I need to change, and I know there are five reasons why I am this way:

1. Being a parent means no time to relax - It’s something that other parents can relate to. If I try to sit down to take a breather, I have one of the kids asking me for something. I don’t think that I have been able to take a shower (or bath) in peace for over eight years with the kids around. They are getting older, so I am starting to teach them that mommy also needs her quiet time, so they need to learn to respect that. My son, who is older, is starting to grasp that, but my daughter is having a harder time. She is more attached to me, so it’s going to be kind of tough to wean her from constantly trying to get me help her with this or that. I know that I have to. I am starting to write this book, so they have to understand that they can’t have their mother doing everything for them at all times.

2. Living in a fast-paced area can be another reason why I can’t relax - Having children is not the only reason that I am constantly moving, DC is also a factor. In this area, everything is fast paced. When you are at a restaurant or store, you expect to be assisted right away or you start huffing and puffing. If you have to wait longer than a minute, you are already checking the clock and exclaiming, “Ugghh…what is taking so long?” Since I was younger, I have been living here, so I have always been this way. Time flies in this area because you are never still. I have heard the same from friends living in other metropolitan cities. I think it might be because there are tons of things to do here, so you are never at one place for long. This contributes to the expectation that everything has to happen NOW. One example is my trip to Tucson to visit my sister. She told me that she had a hard time adjusting to life there. I asked her why? She said that everything runs slowly, and that she knows it will annoy me as well. It did. I was constantly exasperated at how “slow” everything was. Looking back, I think it’s great that people actually take time to relax, instead of always trying to find something to do. I’m learning how to do this, but it’s still something that I have not even come close to mastering. I know that I need to because I am teaching this impatience to my kids, and I want them to know the art of relaxation.

3. Not being flexible in deviating from my schedule – Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve always had a planner. In my planner, I write how I will schedule my entire day. It can be a good or bad thing. The good thing is that I usually get everything I need to get done completed. However, the bad thing is that I never schedule any time to just sit down and do nothing. My ex used to get so angry with me because if I had down that I was going to get up at 7:00 a.m., regardless of what time I went to sleep the night before, I would get up at that time and do what I had to do. I would then be in a foul mood all day because I was tired. Sometimes sleeping in and doing nothing is not a bad thing. I know that, but it’s still hard to do.

4. Say no even if someone tries to use guilt – Every weekend, I have different people asking me to do things. I am slowly learning how to say no. Even if the person tries to guilt me into doing it, I am realizing that I need to stand firm.

5. Smartphone and laptop are always attached to my hip – Since I was a teenager, I have always been with the phone in my hand and a computer nearby. For awhile, I had a rule that on the weekends, I would disconnect myself from the electronics. Lately, I haven’t been following that rule. I am going to start this weekend. I am always connected during the week, so it isn’t bad if I’m not on the weekends.

When you have this “go go go” mentality, you will one day crash and burn. I think I have finally come to this. I am tired and have no energy to do anything. 1. My ex, who hasn’t come around in over a month, is finally taking the kids this weekend. 2. I have no plans except dinner tonight and a goodbye dinner tomorrow. 3. I had all these things that I had planned to do this weekend, I quickly cancelled them. 4. Everyone who has asked me to do something that will take more of myself than I am willing to give, I have turned down. 5. I am turning off the phone and enjoying my time alone.

I need this because I need to regroup and de-stress. This weekend I am riding my bike, reading a book, writing a few chapters, and painting my closets. Maybe it’s time that I disappear from the world.


No Queasy Stomach When You Have a Son

29 March, 2009 | dcfemella | Comments

 

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When I found out that I was having a boy, I knew that my queasy stomach would have to endure many injuries.  The first visit to the emergency room was no fault of his own.  His father decided to cause a huge car accident on the highway when Cebastian was two.  His left eye was completely shut for a few weeks, but he was young, so it healed nicely.

The second trip to the emergency room was with his father (again).  He slashed the back of his leg with a broken garden pot.  He needed a few stitches, and he still has the scar to prove it.  

The third trip to the emergency room was when my mother was taking care of him.  He was racing around in the backyard when he got a tree needle stuck in his head.  This freaked me out because you could see it embedded in there, and I was afraid he would need some major brain surgery (call me paranoid).  The doctor pulled it out, some blood gushed out, and he got a couple of stitches.  

This weekend we avoided a fourth trip to the emergency room, but we came close. He was outside with his cousin when I hear Cebastian come in crying.  One thing about Cebastian is that he used to cry all the time when he was a baby, so I guess he got it all out because he never cries.  You know that if he does cry, then it must be something huge.  I looked at his elbow and it was just a ruby-red gash.  I almost fainted while cleaning it up and applying medication.  I took the shirt off (I should have cut it cause I wasn’t sure if he broke it or not), and I saw that his entire left side was covered in scratches and there was a huge gash covering his entire bottom side.  Luckily my mother was around because I couldn’t hold the tears anymore.  

He was crying the entire time, and I just held him.  When he calmed down, Cebastian turned to me.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, babe?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Of course!” 

I better enjoy it because there will come a time when he will no longer need me as much.  I better get use to these incidents because he’s getting older and is heavily getting into sports.

 


Weekend Recap: Bicycling is Freedom

22 March, 2009 | dcfemella | Comments

 

~~~~ When I cycle I feel free ~~~~

Originally uploaded by Orhan*

Last week was rough.  Every part of my life seemed like it was being flung into chaos.  The worst was in the love department, and I just didn’t know what to do to get back on track.  I found the answer.  if you have been reading my blog for awhile, you know that I am doing a century ride for the American Diabetes Association in June.  On Friday, I bought my bike.  It’s lovely.  It’s a Giant Defy and it was made for me.  I met my coworker, who is doing the bike tour with me, on Saturday to begin my training. 

I now know that expression “It’s just like riding a bike” is true.  I haven’t ridden on a bike, other than stationary, since I was a teenager.  However, when I got on my bike, I felt like I had never gotten off.  We went to the W&OD Trail starting in Vienna and did 16 miles.  I was so proud of myself because I didn’t know that I would be able to do that much the first time.  Yes, I do spinning twice a week but it’s not the same as actually riding a bike outdoors.  

I googled for training schedules, and I think I have found the perfect one:

I am going to continue doing spin class twice a week, a short ride during the week, and then a long ride on the weekend.  Every week or so, I am going to increase my long ride by 10%.  I think by June, I will be able to handle 100 miles.  =)

I also went to my friend Denyse’s birthday party.  Before, I would have flaked, but this time, I went and glad that I did.  I met some awesome people who I never would have met.  Also I saw Denyse, who is one of the most genuine people that I have ever encountered.  I would have stayed longer, but thought I was going riding today, but it got cancelled. =( Oh well, next time.

On my way there and back, which is 40 minutes, I talked to Bridget.  We talked about everything and anything, and I was glad that we were able to.  We discussed our guilty pleasure The City, and how proud we were of Whitney for letting go of her boyfriend even though she was dying inside.  I totally understood where she was coming from because I am in a similar situation.  Therefore, it was the kick that I needed.  

My aunt also had her 50th birthday, and she looks great.  She has gone through so much in these last years, so I am glad that she was in good spirits to bring in a great year.  I hope I look as good as she does, and I hope that she gets everything that she wishes for.  

I had a great weekend, and I think I am going to remain alone for another nine months or so.  The kids are starting sports, I am doing a marathon, etc.  I don’t have time to really focus on my love life, so it’s taking the back burner.  As long as I keep doing new things, meeting great people, and being around my family, I will be ok.

 

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