Weekend Coffee Share #44

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If we were having coffee, this would be more of a phone meeting. Wee One and I are back in St. Louis with my folks for a couple days. My cousin’s bridal shower was yesterday, and WO and I went to it. What a long-ass day it was, but I’m glad we made the trip.

It’s the first time WO met most of my family, all save one person, and if I’m frank, there’s a good chance she’ll never see most of them again. One of the people who was there, I just don’t want her around WO. I remember her touching me inappropriately, even as recently as 2013. And WO is so curious and happy and loving, she says hi to everyone… Just no.

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Standing In Line At The DMV

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This is the fourth line I’ve been in, and this one seems the worst.

I’ve been to this office already, but was turned away when I realized my last name was spelled wrong on my new state ID. Get that? It’s the main ID to verify who I am, and they had several pieces of verification with the correct spelling, including my then-current WA state ID, and they got it wrong.

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Weekend Coffee Share #43

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If we were having coffee, we would reflect on the passage of the summer. I didn’t think of OH as very much farther north than St. Louis, but it’s been much cooler. It also didn’t have the humidity; I think I underestimated the effect of the river confluence right there in STL. 

But more important than the dumb weather, I am having such a joyous time with Wee One. I love watching her play and enjoy the summer with her: Splash pads, ice cream, digging in the yard, sprinklers, climbing trees… 

If we were having coffee, I signed her up for a one morning program; I hope it will help with her speech. She’ll be around other little kids for that morning, and I’ll get to write. I’m also thinking about signing her up for Tinkergarden, but I’ll be with her through that. We went to a group session for someone who wants to lead it, and she had fun.

We wouldn’t talk politics because we each know what the other thinks. Our stomach’s have been in knots since November 8th of last year. We knew this would happen. We knew it would be a shit show. And even when the current president is out, as I believe he will be within the next year, the VP is a greater nightmare, in my opinion.

Which makes a good summer even more important.

Checking In After A Year

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Yesterday, a year ago, I wrote a post about life being not what I expected it to be, that it wasn’t how I thought it would look. In it, I wrote:

I have a tendency to set things up in my mind the way they “should” be, and measure my life against that. And it never measures up. 

I was lamenting about the last few weekends we had in Seattle, and how I had not done all the PNW things I wanted to do. (I did go to Vashon Island, though, and it was awesome.)

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Then, I remember when we moved back here to the Midwest, I had the idea that we would live at Casa In-Laws for a couple of months, but at least have an idea of a house by Thanksgiving. (Then I learned about the seller’s market.)

I’m writing this right now from my first Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class. This is not how I thought life would be by now. I didn’t think I’d be at Casa In-Laws so long, learning BJJ.

So one year later, I wish I could, like Cohiba last year, say that life is still awesome, but I am the mother of an increasingly independent toddler and have anxiety and my stomach cramps every day.

But things aren’t bad, and given what I’m working with, that’s pretty good.