Things going on right now:
- Scott is on plastic surgery right now, and his team has been on craniofacial call for the past week and a half. His work routinely involves surgeries that last 10-12 hours, in which he is required to stand still and be quiet while remaining perfectly focused for hours at a time. I don’t see him in the morning, and he usually comes home in the evening exhausted and ready to study, eat and crash.
- I am swamped with print orders at work. This is a good thing, but it sure keeps me hopping. In addition, a huge huge huge change is coming to SmugMug (at least it’s huge for me) and it’s been tacking hours onto my already long workday.
- Mackenzie is getting molars. To her credit, she’s handling them remarkably well, but is just a bit emotionally fragile. She has taken to breaking down when she trips (which is often) and sometimes if I just motion like I’m pulling up a chair at the computer. Poor thing. She’s also bruised on her cheeks and forehead from crashing into walls, furniture, toys, and the floor.
WalkingRunning at top speed is hard!
- Right now, Scott and I sleep in the same bed for 2-4 hours a night. I finally call it quits at work around 2am, and he springs out of bed shortly thereafter so he can get to the hospital by 4 or 5.
- Mackenzie still wakes up around 3am to nurse on some days, and more often now that she’s teething and plugged up. Of course, it’s hard to nurse when you can’t breathe through your nose, so it takes patience on both of our parts to get the job done.
- We recently found out we’re going to be taking Mackenzie on an International Adventure in the very near future. This is wonderful and exciting, but it’s required a lot of pre-trip work (we had to rush out and get a passport for her, purchase plane tickets, etc.) and I feel the need to have some clue about what we’ll do and where we’ll stay when we get there. Planning takes time. Time is not something I have a lot of right now.
- On top of that, it dawned on me this week that Christmas is just around the corner. We want to get thoughtful presents for family members, wrap them, and ship them in time to open on Christmas Day. We want to order Christmas cards, address them, and mail them to people out of state. We want to make paper snowflakes to decorate the apartment, and introduce Mackenzie to the smell of a real Christmas tree and the breathtaking glow of Christmas lights at nighttime. None of the above have happened yet. But hey, there are still two more weeks, right?
How I deal with stress:
In general, I’m a very happy person. But, as my dad once told Scott, “Anne is more up than almost anyone else I know, but when she’s down, she is down.” I don’t go down for days at a time, more like an hour or two.
When I reach my breaking point (and I have done so twice in the past week), I don’t get angry or lash out. I’m like an old, crumbly rubber band. I just silently snap and become nonfunctional. The world comes crashing down. Poor Scott is left to pick up the pieces and set the world right again, but he does it like no one else can. He puts me back together and wraps me up and holds me until we can both get on with life.
Things I try to remember when I’m down:
I’m an amazingly blessed person. I have an amazing husband who’s going to be an excellent doctor. I have a beautiful baby who makes me laugh out loud every single day, causes me to cry happy tears on a regular basis, and is currently babbling away happily in her crib because she’s not yet ready to fall asleep for her nap. I really enjoy my job. It challenges me and makes me stretch and grow every day, and I really find it fulfilling (oh, and making money while being a full-time mom is a rare blessing).
eye of the calm after the storm:
After I’m back in reality, I suck it up and put my head down and start running again. Right now, I’m thinking we’ll celebrate Christmas in January, when Scott is on a cush rotation and things slow down at work. Besides, Christmas trees will probably be a bargain by then… right? 🙂