March 1, 2016
I got up early. I mean, real early. It’s the first day of my new job. And when I am nervous, I completely miscalculate reality. Like, it normally takes me thirty minutes to take a shower and get ready. But I scheduled myself an hour. And although Google Maps reassured me that the drive time to the hospital was a pleasant 16 minutes, I refused to believe it and I got in my car 45 minutes ahead of my desired...
February 25, 2016
Sometimes, I get weary from the everyday interactions. I mean, I’m all about people…but I’m also all about my alone time. Some quiet time. I’m not shutting my office door because I don’t like you, but I just need a few minutes to myself, to complete a thought, finish an email, recenter. I get kinda antsy, sometimes…when my mind is racing and I have a million things to do and my pager is going off and I’m getting a text...
February 18, 2016
Remember when we played Four Square in grade school? Remember when, if we didn’t like the outcome of the play, we screamed, “DO OVER!” Do. Over. Like…”Let me try that again, cause I know I can do it better”. Don’t judge me by that bad play. Reset. There is something about the “Do Over”. The Reset. A clean slate. There are times when our history, our experience, moves us forward, brings us opportunity, gives us credibility. And there are times...
February 11, 2016
We made the kids go to church last night. We made them eat dinner early so we wouldn’t be late; we made Allie miss soccer practice; we made them sit in the “big service” with us; and we made them get soggy soot on their foreheads–“It feels weird,” Sam said. Why would we torture our poor children like this? Because it is Lent. And yesterday was Ash Wednesday. We made them Google “Ash Wednesday” so they would know why the heck we were...
February 8, 2016
Tell me you do this, too. The checklist. The checkboxes. The “To Do List”. When I feel overwhelmed (like today) with all I have to do (like everyday), I make a list. Because I derive intense satisfaction from crossing things off the list. Or X’ing out the boxes. Tell me you make boxes. You should make boxes. Sometimes I make boxes for things I have already done so I can put an X in the box. I learned about the...
February 2, 2016
I’ve long since felt uneasy about this whole idea of work-life balance. I’m not quite sure what it means. Does it mean that work and life don’t bleed together? Does it mean we do work at work, and home at home, and never the two shall meet? Does it mean we think of only one or the other, but not both simultaneously? I’m really starting to believe that there isn’t balance, there just is. There isn’t a work me and a home me, there is...
January 24, 2016
We are having some friends over for dinner. “I’ll keep it simple,” I said. “Just soup and sandwiches.” So onto Pinterest I go to find a few new recipes. “We should have variety,” I think. “I’ll make a few different kinds of soup and get different kinds of deli meats and cheese, so people can make what they want.” This turned into a trip to Costco. And Target. And Giant Eagle. And Kroger. I’m making chili. And Cream of Chicken...
January 20, 2016
I got a haircut today. I sat in the same chair I have sat in every 4-6 weeks for the past four years. Sometimes a cut and color. Sometimes just a cut. But always the same reassuring conversation. “How are you? How is your family? How was your holiday? Any vacation plans?” My stylist knows me quite well by now. She knows my kids by name; she knows my job; she knows my hobbies and my interests. She can tell...
January 17, 2016
As professionals, we attend conferences. Businessmen, salespeople, educators; attorneys, therapists, and home-based business folks; they all go to conferences. And so do trauma surgeons. Turns out, we aren’t as dumb as we look: one national trauma organization has it’s conference each year in January in a warm locale, usually Florida or Texas, and another major group meets out West at a ski resort. These conferences are equal parts learning, networking, and, I’ll admit it, playing! Travel from Ohio to…well, anywhere…can...
January 13, 2016
Scott and I went away for a quick couples ski weekend and we left the kids in the care of Scott’s mom. We returned on Monday night to find that all four children remained alive and well. The house was exceptionally clean (thank you, Mawmaw!). The children had been fed and read to and loved all weekend. We started to unpack and rapidly assimilated back into our “parent roles”. We dumped out the kids’ backpacks to make sense of the homework we needed...