Friday, March 1, 2013

Snot myself lately.

You'll have to forgive me, I'm having a rather amazing time rocking this fabulous head cold slash sinus thing right now. Wait, what? You forgot I blogged. Me too there for a minute. I started to miss you guys. I began feeling a void and not knowing or understanding what exactly it was that I was missing from my life. It was you. Shit started getting real and I ditched like a 17 year old boy whose girlfriend's period was 20 minutes late. So here I am, on my knees in front of you, humbling myself and devoting a few minutes to just clear my mind.

I should have named this post "bullet points." But I didn't. So let's move along, shall we?

Risks. Some of you may understand why this is my topic of the hour (maybe month), but we're not going to put promises out there into existence because I don't want to fail. There's always the risk of failure when promises are made. Be it vows, treats for good behavior, discipline for bad behavior, career advancements, etc. I don't want to make promises I may or may not be able to keep. Thus is the story of my life.

Hello, I'm Tiffany and I'm gonna ramble like a mother fucker on fire because this is my first post since JULY of last year. Again, "bullet points" would have been a better title. Helicopter.

Let's play ketchup and keep with the theme all at the same time. If this were a drinking game, we'd probably call it "bullet points." Banana.

I took the risk of taking Lo out of a for sure great school district so we could "spread our wings" and deepen our bottomless "responsibility well" I like to call "adulthood." He now gets in trouble for "inappropriate touching." Apparently hugging a friend or high-fiving a classmate is inappropriate. I call it being a sociable five year old boy. But what do I know, apparently I rock at this whole parenting thing.

I was on the PTO. Was being the key word. I have the shirt to prove I paid the $10 to be a team player. They stopped calling me after I declined working the popcorn table at family move night because my kids were sick and um, hello? My kids go to bed at 8 because we're lame as shit. This movie thing didn't start till 7:30. Do the math, y'all. I did get a little irked when I wasn't informed about the family fun run. Not halfway into the school year and I was crossed off the PTO call list. I guess I should be flattered.

My father moved in with us. So much for living on our own. It benefit both parties though, so I'm not beating myself up too much about it. Shit happens. Shit like my Grannie passing away last week. My inner Catholic (dudes, like everyone else in America, I've got at least a drop of Irish blood in me) feels insane amounts of guilt about her passing. We'll save the details on that for another post.

I bought a truck. An X-Terra to be exact. I've wanted one ever since High School and we needed a second vehicle. I now have one more bill to pay every month, but you know what, I didn't need a cosigner and I feel really fucking great about that. I love my truck. LOVE my truck. Let us not talk about how it's been at the dealership more than my parking spot in the short time since I've had it. I took the risk of buying a used vehicle, but somehow managed to get the dealership to do thousands of dollars of work to the truck without charging me anything extra. It's all being covered in the cost of the truck itself. Which I talked them down to $8k for. Maybe there really is something to having a used car salesman for a father.

If it weren't for the fact that it keeps Lillie entertained for free 5 days a week under the poorly veiled disguise of a pre-k education, I would yank her out of her pre-k program. Even though she's 4 and can do Lo's homework and her 1st Grade "Summer Fun" workbook, she's still got one year of pre-k left before she can enter Kindergarten. I am praying that she doesn't resent me 10 years from now for putting her in full time school so I could work.

Speaking of work. I work 9-6 most days that end with the letter "y." Remember, my children go to bed by 8. I love my job, but I love my children more. Infinitely more. It kills me to the core that I get a total of 3 daylight hours with them on days I work. T-H-R-E-E. It's not nearly enough time. And yes, I miss being the "at home parent." And yes, I am jealous most days that the Husband gets this time with them and not me. It makes my uterus heart hurt. I don't want to miss Lo losing his first tooth (any day now) or taking Lillie to her interpretive dance class (which, note to self, must look into finding a local studio that offers such a class.) Mothers bring their babies to the leasing office and I hold them and smell them and make ridiculous faces for little gummy smiles while their Mama's vent or fill out their checks for rent and my heart aches to be near my own children. Teaching them, molding them, dancing with them. I try not to dwell on it so I organize another filing cabinet or call a thousand million gajillion leads in hopes for a big commission check the next month so I can take Lillie to get her nails did or to make more empty promises of seeing the big stupid rat and eating at his appropriately named restaurant/germ circus. At least they serve beer there... if we ever find time to go as a family that is.

I've also fallen in love with a house. A HOUSE house. The kind with a yard, a history, built in bookshelves, vintage black and white tile and serial killer lighting over the inset medicine cabinets in the bathrooms. The kind of lighting that makes the "ting ting TING ting" noises as they charge to full brightness. I want to rent the house. I want to lease to own. I want to outright buy that bitch and make it mine. That little voice in my head called "logic" knows we can't afford it. Not on one income. Not any time soon. I constantly catch myself looping through pictures on the property manager's website and just as constantly hand it over to God, because I know I can't obsess about it without being tragically disappointed when someone else makes it their home.

The seven year itch is here. I'm not saying it's HERE here, I'm just saying this year marks seven years of marriage to the Husband. We finally had our first big test of our vows and our strength as a team. I had to find strength in myself and in my love for him to find forgiveness. There's work to be done there, but we must first work on ourselves. He's trying, and I know God is testing my patience and us, so I'm trying too. I'm trying to find understanding for both current issues and issues from my childhood. I'm constantly reminding myself of how patient he was with me while I lost my shit a year ago. There were times I felt alone in my anxieties, but I know now that he was waiting for me to breathe again. Listening for that sharp intake of breath when I would start holding it all in when my world was imploding on itself. Seven more years will go by faster than the last seven. I am lucky to have him as my friend, my soul mate.

I'm still ticking items off my 30x30, but at a snails pace in consideration to when I first started. The Husband and I ran Ram's Hot Chocolate 5k in Atlanta in January and a group of some of my best girls got together for Shape's Diva Dash last weekend. We've still got The Color Run and Dare to Dash in April. I might make it to 30k by my 31st birthday (2 months, 4 days and 5 minutes... but who's counting?) I'm no longer pressuring myself to mark them all off so quickly. Priorities have changed a bit since then and I'm not going to beat myself up when some things are just beyond my control. That's not entirely true. I will beat myself up about it, but I will forgive myself just as quickly. Last year was all about telling others "no." This year it's learning when to tell myself "no." Baby steps.

Next post will have pictures, honest. Fingers crossed it won't be another 8 months from now.


  1. I have missed you. There is so much here I want to comment on. I'm sorry about your Grandma. The desire to be with my kids is so intense sometimes that I have left work midday to get to them earlier (and then promptly wanted to tell them they were talking too much.) But mine are all in school, so the more honest statement would be my desire to be at home, not working, is intense. Whatever. Leprechaun.

    Keep up the baby steps. As long as you're moving forward, speed doesn't always count.

    1. I've missed you too, lady. SO MUCH!!! There's so much more stuck in my head waiting to be vomited out blog style. I would have left work mid-day if I'd been accruing PTO, unfortunately even though I've been working 40+ hours a week for the past 6 months I'm just now starting to accrue it. Let's not talk about it. It makes me stabby. WTF am I supposed to do with 10 hours? TELL ME? Lamp.

      I'm definitely moving forward, even if it does feel like I'm trudging through mud.

      Lovin you. Be patient with me, I'm still trying to balance finding time for verbal vomit. Rapunzel.

    2. I was at -27.3 hours until last week when I finally made it back to the positive. I had 5.2 and then because I hate it there so much I left early one day and now I have .2. But. At least it's not negative! Asparagus.

    3. I hate that YOU hate your job. :( Bananapants.

  2. Hi Tiffany, I know we have our differences and all (understatement of the year?) but I have at times wondered how you were doing. I was glad to see you had updated your blog but then very saddened at some of the things you wrote. Despite our different approaches to life we have the common thread of loving our babies and wanting the best for them and my heart aches along with yours over the situation you are in. I find that the Lord has, for whatever reason, placed you on my heart. I don't say the following as just some sort of Christian write off, but I am honestly praying for often as God brings you to my mind which is very often lately. Whatever your response to this comment (which I had an internal struggle to leave), it will not affect anything on my end and I will continue to pray for you and your family. I am sorry if you ever felt I attacked you, really it was/is never my intention. I am unapologetic in my beliefs and definitely not PC and I struggle to find the balance daily to be like my Lord 'full of grace while being full of truth' forgive me if I fail at this, I am so very imperfect. God bless you all!

    1. Now that you've seen how I'm doing, and you are still saddened by my writing and style of writing, it would probably be best if you don't comment from now on.

      I appreciate the prayers, don't get me wrong, I've been a long time believer in the power of prayer. But as my Grandmother would have said (the one you told me went to Hell because she didn't believe the same denomination of Christianity as you), "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all. Hand it over to God and pray for them so they see the errors of their ways, but don't judge them as that's not your job to do. Just love them as God would love them."

      I pray for you constantly as well. Pray that you can see the way your words DID attack me, my beliefs (which never wavered by they way) and how I best saw fit to make sure my children had food on the table and as best a home life as I could give them. Even if that meant educating and empowering women to feel secure in their femininity and their relationships with their partners on the weekends. Now, my current job may be a little more "respectable" in your eyes, but I'm sure it's still a disappointment to see me in the workforce.

      It's your choice to read or not read. I found your new blog months ago, and for my own peace of mind and sanity chose not to read it because just like you, I was very saddened and worried by the things you had to say.

      We live very different lifestyles, have unfortunately polar opposite beliefs in the very same God, and yet... I don't think it would be a good thing to let you back into my life.

      I read your comment before I went to bed last night and prayed to God to assist me in finding the right words and to keep me from attacking you the way you absolutely did me. I gotta say, I'm pretty sure this is as nice as I can be towards you in light of our past.

      I wish you the best of luck and love in whatever it is you want for your life.

  3. I've missed hearing from you; though I totally understand because I've been spotty on my own blogging lately, too. I like your style of "verbal vomit" because it reminds me of my own train of thought. ;) I hope the good has outweighed the bad for you over the last several months.

    1. Life has been fabulous! Work keeps me from the kids which is the biggest downfall, but at the same time, I'm having a blast and spending lots of good quality time with them during down times. Been running a few 5ks, got two more coming up next month.

      Once I get this pile of "honey do's" knocked out on my desk I plan on finally publishing the next blog post that's been sitting in draft form for what seems like a week now. Once I get back into the routine of things, I plan on taking a day to just sit with my coffee and catch up on all my innernet friends. ;) Hope you've been well!!!!