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I hope you find humor, inspiration and something worthwhile on this blog. I plan to be as candid as possible. Life is hard. I know, I've overcome a lot (and still have a way to go).
It doesn't help others if the rough things are glossed over.

I will no doubt fill this blog with stories of my achievements as a mom as well as my personal struggles.

I have an incredible husband whom I call "my sanity." I have two great kids with strong personalities. I struggle with anxiety and depression and I have had a colorful childhood.

I also have an addiction to Gilmore Girls, A&W Cream Soda, and Starbucks peppermint mocha.
I have recently added biking to my list of hobbies and also love to read, knit, and play tennis.

Welcome to my little corner of the world!

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Stop and Think

  The other day the Hubby and I took some time to go shopping.  I was in desperate need of good dress boots, a coat, and tennis shoes, so off we went.

  As I was trying on shoes, I realized how hard I can be on A when she's picking out shoes.  Basically I'm impatient.  It drives me crazy when she finds a pair she likes, we walk to the check out line, and then she changes her mind.  Or, better yet, when we buy shoes (probably because I've rushed her), get them home, and after a few days she refuses to wear them Ever Again.

  I was ruling out a pair of boots because my heel slid up a bit in the back when I walked--when I realized grown ups can be as picky as they want to be about shoes.

  I had just ruled out 3 pairs of boots because I didn't like the way the heel looked, one pair of boots because the toe slid too much on the floor when I walked, and a pair of tennis shoes because they were too light weight.

  Kids, however, are expected to either pick something quickly, or be happy with what we bring home to them.

  If we (I can't be the only parent out there who does this...Right?) spend more than 30 minutes in a shoe store we start pulling tricks out of our bag to hurry the process along.  Really playing up a pair *I* like--check.  Bribing her with the pink sparkles on another pair--yep, done that, too.  Pointing out how incredibly soft the inside of another pair is--guilty.  If she brings a new pair into the decision making process, it's all I can do to keep steam from coming out of my ears.

  And yet here I was ruling out one pair of shoes after another.  Trying on shoe after shoe after shoe.  My patient husband re-shelving one shoe box after another--all without complaining.

  Suffering from SPD, myself, I'm reminded from time to time how unsettling certain things can be--especially to a kid who's trying to navigate the world around her.  Clothes are an issue, too?  Goodness!  I'm sure I've said this before, but if there's something I can do to make life a bit easier for A, then I'm game to give it a try.

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