tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45944119565960097882024-03-14T04:52:01.501-04:00Echoes of HomeJust a bit of this and that from our little family - Aria, Brielle, Bailey, Brady, Kodi and Tumbleweed
Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-58814358181872795072014-01-16T07:29:00.001-05:002014-01-16T07:29:40.006-05:00More LossIt has been exactly one year since I posted on here. It seems that this blog is a bit of a morgue because what I have to share today isn't happy news either.<br />
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Exactly one week ago today, Brady died. She died right here in our living room at 5:32 that morning. I won't go into details because I am hoping some day I forget the sounds and sights of that horrible morning, but I do remember the time. She had eaten her dinner the Saturday before and everything seemed normal. Then when we got up on Sunday, Grant had found the entire contents of what she had eaten on the floor by the door. Her puking was nothing new - she had done it quite a few times - so I didn't think much of it. When we got home from church, I took her and Kodi outside and we played ball and I brushed them both. Again - she was acting "normal". That night she refused to eat her food, but I just chalked it up to her being a little leery since she had puked everything from the day before. On Monday, she seemed okay before we left for Lewiston and by the time we came back, she still seemed the same. As the day went on, she seemed to get worse. The weather outside that day was horrible, so the dogs didn't want to spend much time out there anyway. Brady would go outside and stay though, so that concerned me. On Tuesday morning, I could see a major difference in her. She was laying in the hallway shivering and shaking even though it was quite warm in our house and the floors are where the heat comes from. I just sat and held her and cried. That day, she still attacked the vacuum but that is about all of the energy I saw from her. She did drink some chicken broth and a few licks of cottage cheese, but that was all. By Wednesday, I knew the end was inevitable. She was so skinny by now from refusing food. She refused to go outside all morning and then after lunch she finally went outside and sat in the below freezing temps until I went and carried her back in. I used a dropper to get water into her, but she would just violently throw it back up. It was sooooo hard to watch my little friend go through this. Grant said her last night (Wednesday) was rough and he cleaned up most of it before I got up. Then she was gone. :-(<br />
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We couldn't afford to take her to the vet. I felt (and still feel) like a horrible parent for not being able to do that for her. I kept asking God to take her peacefully and quickly, but he didn't. I don't know why this all had to happen and why it had to happen this way. She was the best dog I have ever owned. She was always there to comfort me when I was sad or having a bad day. Her noises haunt this house and even with 2 kids, 2 large dogs and one fat cat, this house seems very quiet. <br />
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I posted what is essentially her obituary on the Corgi Dogs Facebook page and I am blown away by all the perfect strangers that took the time to give their condolences. The average life span of a Corgi is 12-14 years. Brady was 11.5. I feel shorted.<br />
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I miss you, Brady.<br />
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<br />Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-19364148686907803642013-01-16T06:57:00.001-05:002013-01-16T06:57:44.341-05:00LossWhat a difference two weeks makes.<br />
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Two weeks ago, we were in Iowa visiting my brother and his family. <br />
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Two weeks ago, I was technically still pregnant.<br />
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Then last Wednesday, I went to my OB appointment and everything spiraled downhill from there...<br />
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My OB went to listen to the baby's heartbeat, but couldn't hear one. I immediately thought "not again, Lord!" She then went out and got a portable ultrasound machine to see if the baby was moving at all. The picture was fuzzy, but she didn't see any movement. She then told me that it has happened before where she didn't see anything but when they did the actual ultrasound upstairs, it was a different story. <br />
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That gave me very little hope. <br />
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I had to wait an hour before the ultrasound tech could do the "real" ultrasound on me. For that hour, I sat in my car and cried and cried out to God - begging him to work a miracle and for this baby to actually be okay.<br />
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It just simply wasn't meant to be.<br />
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The ultrasound tech confirmed what I already knew - the baby was dead. I then had to wait for someone to come and escort me back down to the OB floor so I could talk to my doctor about what to do next. My doctor informed me that the baby had likely died at 9 weeks (I was 11 weeks at the time of my appointment), which is the exact same thing that had happened with the first miscarriage - just a little less than 8 months ago. This one was a little harder to swallow because I had had a viability screen done at 7 weeks and 6 days and I saw the baby, its heartbeat and it moving all around. How could the baby have been dead just a week after that?? My human mind is not capable of understanding such things - the logic is just not there.<br />
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So here I am faced with another surgery and more questions. Why did this happen again? What am I doing wrong? How can I have 2 healthy pregnancies and then back-to-back miscarriages? They tell you over and over again that "you did nothing to cause this", but I can't help but second-guess every single decision I made during both of those brief pregnancies. <br />
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After my surgery this past Friday, I decided to face this loss with more of a head-on approach than I did last time. Last time, I basically avoided the issue and never really dealt with it. I just felt numb. I allowed myself to be in a dark fog and I just muddled through it. As I read different people's stories of their own losses and struggles, I start to think "I just need to suck it up - other people have it way worse than I do!" Then other times I'm like "everything happens for a reason - God is in control and I am not". And then there are the times where I just cry out "why?!" and then all sorts of bitterness enters in.<br />
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I don't know what the future holds. I don't know if we'll ever find out a reason as to why this has happened. I don't know if we will ever have another baby. But I do know that God is the one in control and I just need to lean on Him to get me through this. Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-88755353083177689812012-12-12T13:48:00.002-05:002012-12-13T13:16:16.013-05:0012-12-12So, today is 12/12/12. I heard this morning that it will be the last time in my lifetime that we will see such a date sequence.<br />
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It is also the date that I have had in my mind since May when I had the miscarriage. There was a good chance that today could have been baby #3's birthday. I can't really explain the emotional roller-coaster that I have been on since May. Some days are good - others just flat out stink. Recently though, we found out some news that keeps us looking forward:<br />
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God has a funny way of helping us to overcome our grief by potentially giving us another gift. :-) Given the fact that it is still early on in the pregnancy, I'm still very nervous - especially after knowing that what happened in May could easily happen again. But for now, I am trying to be optimistic and cannot wait for my OB appointment in January where I will hopefully hear a heartbeat. If all goes well, Baby should arrive the first part of August.</div>
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(BTW - this is not public knowledge as of yet. So to the 1 or 2 people that actually read my blog, you are sworn to secrecy until we officially announce this news.) :-)<br />
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***UPDATE*** As of today (12/13/12) I have an ultrasound scheduled for Monday morning. To say I'm nervous, would be an understatement... Prayers appreciated.<br />
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Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-7918958605841050492012-10-01T22:40:00.000-04:002012-10-01T22:40:57.988-04:0035 and Still AliveToday was my 35th birthday. That is only 5 away from 40... Yikes! I had the pleasure of going to the BMV office to renew my license. I was prepared for a wait and lugged in a bag full of stuff to keep the girls busy. Instead, it literally took all of 5 minutes to renew. I didn't have to take the eye exam, I didn't have to have a new photo taken (thank goodness) and so I have no idea why I COULDN'T HAVE JUST DONE IT ONLINE! Completely unnecessary for me to drive 35 minutes for that but whatever...<br />
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After we got home, I went out and raked leaves. (fun, fun - right?)</div>
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Kodi enjoyed us being home.</div>
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So, I survived another birthday. One thing that I missed today was having a friend to go out to lunch with or something. I also missed cake. Maybe I am just getting needy and sentimental the closer I get to 40 - who knows... Yes, I am thankful that I got to spend time with my kids, but there is something about friendship that seems to be missing in my life right now.</div>
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All of the ribbon is cut up to make korker bows for Aria's party guests. Now I just have to seal the ends, sew the bows together, cover the clips and attach the bows to the clips. (I think I'm scrapping the idea to make tutus. I have all of the tulle, so if you have a little girl don't be surprised to see a tutu as a gift in her future...)</div>
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Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-33621674941304030152012-07-30T14:20:00.000-04:002012-07-30T14:21:07.963-04:00All the RageSince it seem to be "popular" to take photos of food and post them, I thought I'd jump on the bus. Aside from my radishes, I just picked my first veggies from my garden. Yay!<br />
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In other news - there are a few pretty flowers in the flower garden that I have ignored in the back yard:</div>
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And finally, in an attempt to make our tiny bedroom more inviting and relaxing, I've started making the bed everyday (don't judge). I also put up one of those peel and stick wall decals. Take a look:</div>
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On Monday, I went in for what was supposed to be a routine OB appointment. Sunday was the 11 week mark in this pregnancy. At my appointment I was looking forward to hearing the heartbeat. However, it wasn't meant to be. The midwife got out the doppler to listen to the heartbeat and could not find one. She then did an exam, determined that my uterus was tilted and so maybe that the baby was hiding. She sent me across town to have an ultrasound done. The ultrasound tech confirmed my worst fear - there was no heartbeat, the baby was dead. They sent me back to the midwives for further instruction. The tears began to flow.<br />
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Back at the midwives', they take me back to a room. There they tell me that this happens a lot at their practice. (Not exactly encouraging news - especially since I was hesitant to call them in the first place because the last 4-digits of their phone number is 0666.) Then the midwife goes over my options and tells me to call them as soon as I had made my decision. <br />
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That night Grant and I discussed our options and I also spoke with my cousin that is a physician. Between the two conversations and along with doing some research, I decided to choose the D&C. I knew that emotionally I could not handle seeing the tissue and essentially the baby in the toilet. Nor could I handle the waiting for it to happen and the pain - both physically and emotionally - that would come with that. <br />
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So I impatiently wait for the midwife office to open at 9 am on Tuesday. I call, speak with a receptionist, tell her my information and what I have decided and she tells me that a midwife will call me right back. Over 4 hrs later, I have not heard anything. I call back - a little irritated by now - and I ask if it is normal to wait over 4 hrs for a return call. The receptionist puts me on hold, then comes right back and tells me that the other receptionist is on the phone with the medical practice that performs the procedure. (Midwives, obviously don't do D&Cs.) I hold a while longer and when they get back on the phone, they tell me that the first available appointment was June 1. That was nearly 3 more weeks past where we already were and the chances of me "releasing" the baby on my own before then were pretty high. The receptionist and I were in agreement that that was too long to wait and she would call me back later once they found a better date. Her "better date" was May 22 - and that appointment was only a consult and from there they would schedule the actual procedure for a later time. <br />
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This did not set well with me. I decided to call Generations (where I had gone for my first two pregnancies) and I asked if this was normal procedure. The poor girl that answered my call got to deal with a sobbing, hurting no-longer-mom-to-be. Soon after, I received a call from Mary, Dr. Vaughan's nurse. She asked me some more questions and said that she would speak with Dr. V and get back to me.<br />
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Wednesday morning, Mary called back. She said that Dr. V would do the procedure on Thursday (today). A little later the O.R. called me and set up the time and told me all the specifics about not being able to eat or drink after midnight and so on. Surgery was scheduled for 10:30 am with arrival at 9:30.<br />
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So off we went this morning to "D day". As per the norm in the medical field, they were running late. The wait continued. We finally get called back to the pre-op area and get all prettied up (ha!) and speak with the doctor and everyone else on the floor it seemed. About an hour later than planned, I go back to surgery. Last thing I remember was thinking that the table I was on was very narrow and I was glad that I hadn't eaten any cookies the night before and I prayed to God that everything would be okay. Next thing I know, I wake up in recovery with a splitting headache and I can't see because they haven't given me my glasses back yet. <br />
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Soon after, they have me get up and go to a different room when I try to shake the nauseous feeling and the headache. While I am in that room, one of my nurses received a visit from her newborn grandson and his parents - and boy did that sting. They were in the hallway right outside my room and my curtain was open so I could see and hear all of the happy chatter. My other nurse must have heard and seen what was going on because she came right over and closed my curtain and apologized to us for witnessing that after what I had just gone through. We told her that it was okay and we understand that life goes on. Soon after the nurse that had the grandson also came and apologized. After she left is when I finally lost it. I try to keep my emotions in check for the most part - but obviously I can't do that this time.<br />
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I know that it will take time to heal from this. I don't know if I will ever completely do so. Tonight when I was praying with Brielle before bed, I couldn't keep the tears back and I am sure that this is only the beginning. <br />
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<br />Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-37780761870436458692012-02-17T17:51:00.000-05:002012-02-17T17:51:50.203-05:00THE Trip From...As you may know, last Saturday my mom, the girls, the dogs and I started out drive to Kansas from Maine. First we went to Disney on Ice in Portland and then at about 1pm EST, we started our journey West. And let me tell you - was it ever a journey...<br />
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Our original intent was to drive straight through. Ha - that's funny. Anyway... Things started out smoothly. Light snow in Maine, but nothing to slow us down. We made it through Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, and Connecticut before things got crazy. After 3 exits to find an "Easy On, Easy Off" fast food option, we finally took a "tour" of Danbury, CT, just to get dinner. From there we traveled through New York and into Pennsylvania where we were greeted by snow. Somewhere in PA, at around 10 at night, Aria was complaining that she didn't feel good. We pulled off at a gas station and I climbed into the back just in time to "catch" her puke. Fabulous. (I think that she only puked because she had so much junk draining into her throat and she gets really upset easily when she doesn't feel well.)<br />
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After I got Aria calmed down and Brielle changed, we continued on. However, by 1am, my mom and I were both too tired to continue driving. I had only gotten about 4 hrs of sleep the night before because both Aria and Brielle had rough nights. I was also not able to nap in the car because - without fail every time I would fall asleep - one of the girls would wake up crying - thus waking the other child and anyone else in the car. We pulled off the snowy roads and found a Super 8. They accepted dogs and said they had a crib for Brielle, so we were golden - or so we thought...<br />
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It turns out that they didn't have a crib of any sort after all. So we had to block off a section between both beds for Brielle to sleep. By now, it was 2am. I finally got Brielle down and Aria quiet, when I then tried to get some sleep. However, Brady (my Corgi) had other ideas. She started puking, but neither my mom nor myself got up in time to get her out the door. This began an ENTIRE night of her puking. The only person that slept in those short 4 hrs, was Brielle and she was woken up by Bailey (my lab) jumping down into her "pen" and sitting on her. When we got up, we found 8 piles of yak from Brady. L o v e l y... Then at 6-something, the car alarm on my van randomly went off. I had to go out in the bitter cold and snow and try to figure out how to get it to turn off. (Mind you I had no boots or winter attire because I was headed to warmer Kansas where I wouldn't need that.) <br />
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By about 8am EST, we finally had the puke cleaned up, the two cranky kids, the three dogs and our stuff all loaded back into the van to continue our journey. My mom and I had decided that we wanted Subway for breakfast, so we took the first exit that said it had one. <br />
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They didn't open until later. <br />
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Dejectedly, we continued on. <br />
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We tried another exit and the person that made the sandwiches was not in the store yet. (Dumb - turn off your "Open" sign then...)<br />
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Third times a charm and we FINALLY found an open Subway an were able to get some food. <br />
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After that, the rest of the drive was fairly uneventful - after we got out of snowy PA. We were dead tired and delirious by the time we arrived at my parent's home at 1:30am Central Time Monday morning. We unloaded what we needed and wearily climbed into bed. Too bad the kids didn't sleep in the next morning though...<br />
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It has taken me most of the week to get out of the "jet-lag" from that trip. For those who are calculating - it took us over 36 hrs to get here. I had to reset the passwords on both of my email accounts because I couldn't remember them at all. I've been walking around most of this week in a fog. Hopefully that fog will lift and I can enjoy the rest of my time here.<br />
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And we better not experience a repeat-performance on the way home...Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-61038346305029300862012-02-07T20:16:00.000-05:002012-02-07T20:16:47.044-05:00Two-Thumbs DownToday gets a big two-thumbs down. <br />
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I don't know if it is because today is a full moon or is something else is going on, but today just plain stunk. <br />
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I should have known that today wasn't going to be stellar when I found a magnet from one of the girls' books in Brielle's poopy diaper. It wasn't there because she had eaten it - it was there because her sister put it down her shirt and consequently it went into her diaper. This was followed by a full day of Aria being defiant and downright disobedient. Usually she just has her moments, but today was just one big "moment". <br />
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Added to my fun today was when Kodi and Bailey decided to bolt for the road and bother a guy that was out walking his Chocolate Lab along with his baby in a stroller. That guy was less than pleased with my dogs and later paid me a visit. He informed me that he called animal control. Luckily - there were no prior complaints about my dogs, so they won't do anything - yet. I now have a "record" and I have been verbally warned. Fabulous.<br />
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To top off my day - Aria decided that it would be a good idea to eat the ENTIRE tube of her toothpaste while I was putting Brielle to bed. Awesome. Now I shall wait for her stomach ache that is likely to follow.<br />
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So basically I have lost all control. I can't control my kids and I can't control my dogs.<br />
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If I drank, I would likely be doing that right now. Instead, I am searching for some chocolate......Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-55838840130637921562012-02-03T13:30:00.000-05:002012-02-03T13:30:09.673-05:00Just Another Day at the Funny FarmSome days are better than others. While my mind and heart weigh heavy today for my cousin and her new baby, there have been a few bright spots.<br />
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Brielle has started making "Popeye" faces every time I attempt to feed her something. It's funny - and she knows it - so she does it all the time. Today, I caught it on the camera...<br />
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Silly girl.<br />
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After I put her down for her nap, I couldn't find the cat. I searched high and low for him and even snuck back into Brielle's room to see if he was hiding in there. No cat. Then Kodi showed me where the cat was...<br />
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That is him - literally squeezed under the recliner, next to the foot stool. Better than the table, I suppose - I just hope I remember he is there if I get a chance to sit down and relax...<br />
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Just another day at the Funny Farm....Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-3817579702768848702012-01-27T14:40:00.000-05:002012-01-27T14:40:11.183-05:00Tiny HouseTiny little house.<br />
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You are not my friend on snowy/rainy days. It does not help that the precip falling outside is actually more ice than anything else - so I can't send anyone outside to play in it.<br />
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The kids are cranky and irritable.<br />
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I need some space...Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-58325702891218406872012-01-26T09:35:00.000-05:002012-01-26T09:35:33.797-05:00Toddling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisOvyw6N0y84s_9iUxplNpqrU8aFNIejxAoEjGJOKvNBXSXABxDoWhxzPRdoSa53Ykeg99FqFHzN8asQ7e1FAE9z-nN7hm_9UWRZHpykZ3NzEB6qp4VYGn0Zh_DJ-n43TZxu2niR8Mwbw/s1600/IMG_2539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div>Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-28649393250189879312011-11-21T16:04:00.001-05:002011-11-21T16:05:58.148-05:00StruggleStruggle.<br />
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That pretty much sums up how I feel. I am struggling to lose weight. I struggle daily with Aria and her defiant attitude. I struggle to figure out what to make for super. I struggle to be content. I struggle with past failures. And now, I am struggling with what to do for a job.<br />
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I will be losing my job on or before December 16. My boss will not approve my leave request for Christmas so that we can drive home to Kansas. I work a retail job and the holidays are a busy time. I get that. But I am also the bookkeeper and therefore the last person that should help anyone trying to order flowers due to my lack of experience with flowers. (Yes, I have worked there nearly 3 years and should have some clue by now, but I really don't.) I could also understand the need for my presence if other people weren't called in to help answer the phones and such - but there are people that are called in. Again, no need for me. <br />
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I was also told that I needed to start working 40 hours a week beginning in January. I left my job at the turf place to go work at the flower shop in the first place because NET wanted me full-time and I was only looking for part-time so I could stay home at least some with my daughter and now daughters. Yes - I screwed up big time years ago and that is why I am even in the situation where I have to work in the first place. But I don't think I should mess things up further by working full time and leaving my kids in someone else's hands 40+hrs a week.<br />
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If I could just turn back time and do things differently, things would be so much better right now... Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-68660724151485016612011-10-27T12:45:00.000-04:002011-10-27T12:45:07.901-04:00PadinkYou may have noticed that I changed the name of the blog <em>again</em>. I'm fickle that way - I want something clever or catchy, not something boring and mundane. So for now, the name is Padink.<br />
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Why "Padink" you may ask? Well Padink was an adjective that my parents used to describe me in high school (and for all I know, they still may very well use it to continue to describe me). It then became the personalized license plate on my car at the time. They would often say that I "padink" around - meaning that I would goof around instead of doing some thing important. Or I would continue to put off doing something important. I don't think they would say that I was lazy - just easily distracted. <br />
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I see the same pattern forming in Aria. Grant and I will often say <em>Squirl!</em> when we witness Aria getting distracted after we have given her a task to complete. (by the way the squirl reference comes from the movie <u>Up</u>! in case you didn't know) It is funny and frustrating all at the same time. How can I get upset with her for something that I myself do too?<br />
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So how does one break this pattern? I'm not sure, but since I am at work right now I should probably finish my tasks at hand and stop "padinking" around...Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4594411956596009788.post-12125493695636958862011-10-15T08:26:00.000-04:002011-10-15T08:26:02.936-04:00SaturdaysThis is our family blog.<br />
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I decided that we should join the blogging bandwagon and start our own as well. I'm on the computer everyday, and I have become really bad about writing in my journal, so why not "record" things on here? So here goes nothing...<br />
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I love what Saturday mornings have become - just sad that I will be losing this new "love" soon. You see, Saturday mornings are when Grant takes Aria to her gym and swim class and I get to stay home and enjoy the <i>quiet</i>. Brielle usually sleeps later on Saturdays (but don't worry - she is usually up around 3 or 4 and then goes back down - so it's not like I get to enjoy a full night of sleep and <i>then</i> peace and quiet). Even when Brielle is awake, things are still WAY more quiet around here w/o the two members of the family that crave noise. The dogs nap while I clean, bake or get caught up on bills (exciting, I know). I even get a longer than 5 minute shower (score!). It is simply delightful. All of my fun will end after October 29 though when Aria's class is done.<br />
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I wonder where I can send them in November?Stacie Brookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11020818763939743993noreply@blogger.com1