I need your suggestions this morning. It's been nearly...12? years since I've been to New York. So, awhile. Way too long; but that's another story. BUT! I'm booking an apartment and plane tickets this morning and our trip for this summer is ON! And while I'd be perfectly happy sitting on the steps of the New York Times mourning my lost life, I'm pretty sure Isaac and Sammy would appreciate OTHER things. So. You all. Suggestions? Hints? Must dos? Let me have them...
We are experiencing severe growing pains around here and I fear *I* may be the one who doesn't survive! Sammy is at the precipice of boyhood and the transition isn't going smoothly. I can see, all at once, where he is wanting to exert more independence and still clutch his babyhood. The battle is going on in his head and I can see it a thousand times a day. He's pushing boundaries like he never has before. He's getting frustrated more easily than before. He's questioning things that he's NEVER questioned before.
This past week has been difficult. We are not seeing eye to eye. We are butting heads. We are fighting. He is being a pain in the neck, in my opinion. We are having bad choice over bad choice over bad choice. He's being angry and frustrated and just PUSHING and PUSHING and PUSHING buttons and boundaries and my very last nerve. At the end of last week, I was DONE. I didn't know if we could go on. I was completely convinced that we were raising a serial killer and we were done. Four years in and we were failures. Fine. Whatever. But then...
I talked to Isaac. I prayed. I cried and really tried to tune into Sammy. And it came to me. He's not trying to be bad. He's really not. He's just at this crossroad of babyhood and boyhood and is on completely unsure footing. He still needs me and wants me and looks back to make sure I'm there. However, he's taking a little longer to look back. To need me. You can see the transition and the toll it's taking on him. It's hard, but I'm glad I understand it, now. And I need to remember to step back. Give him some room. Hold my frustration and help him understand what's going on and make sure he feels safe during this transition.
But honestly. I may not make it to five. It's too tough sometimes. And I kinda hate it.
Top 5 some people would be surprised to know I love:
Def Leppard: Seriously. Ever since I heard Pour Some Sugar on Me during forbidden MTV viewing. LOVE.
John Legend: Oh, man. I love some John Legend, people. Really not usually my thing. I know...
Bon Jovi: Well, now. This is just 6th grade love that never left.
The Mavericks: Ok. I know, I know. It's country. Ish. But, I feel I should clarify. I don't like THEM, I like this song. It has a WHOLE lot of memories attached to it and I just cannot shake it, try as I might. Let's just move along and never speak of it again...shall we? (That's right...I'm looking at you Trish!)
Alanis Morissette: I'm not a big fan of female artists. In general. Especially female pop artists. Unless they're named Alison. Or Joss. But I'll admit, I have a little tiny soft spot for Alanis. Or at least for Jagged Little Pill.
I had a big post planned this morning and scrapped it all. I used to be funny. I miss being funny. Somewhere this past year I've turned serious. Ugh. I'm over myself. If you could see me now? I totally have the "blah blah blah" hand motion going on over my OWN head. Seriously. Let's LIGHTEN up, right?
Yesterday, my sister's facebook status was (and I happily QUOTE): "Man! Curtis Stone is pretty". And because I just could not agree more (because...see here? Right? YOU'RE WELCOME.) I'm switching gears. For today.
So, while pretty isn't funny, it's better than "blah blah blah...", right? I'll return to the self-engrossed posts tomorrow. But for now? Pretty it is!
1. Black cameo. I'm kind of loving this entire shop, actually.
2. My new tote. I LOVE it (the khaki multi). It'll be perfect for our upcoming plane trips this year.
