Happy Friday Lovies! This week was interesting.
Father’s Day went well, Babu got a big banner sign and the ability to stay in bed while The Destroyer and I fetched breakfast. We worked around the house and then went out to Mexican followed by a trip to see Madagascar 3. Afro Circus has been stuck in my head all week.
Tuesday brought the 10 year Anniversary of my Dad’s death and a trip to a park for lunch with my Mother, requested by her. I haven’t spoken much to my family since Thanksgiving of 2010. There was rudeness from my youngest brother towards Babu as well as a ridiculous scene where my Mother threw my then 8 year old of out her house for being rude to the same Uncle. I sent MiniMe to apologize as we were all awkwardly leaving and when she came out I asked her what Grandma had to say, her response was “nothing”. I love my Mother, but she and my brothers are not exactly well versed or very comfortable with emotional things. I have huge issues with my childhood, most of them are resolved, but isn’t it funny how in moments of anger or misunderstandings we can so easily fall back on our deeply implanted knee jerk reactions? My Mother and not being “hers” and thereby not treated as well or loved as much as my brothers is an easy go to for me. My solution to that pain has always been to get as far away from “those people” as humanly possible. Why bother to wish for better relationships that others are seemingly incapable of providing. Then there was a small scene at my youngest brothers wedding reception, the only time we have seen them, where my Mother repeated more than once that she couldn’t believe we came. This was after the woman called me and asked us to please sit in the front pew with her so she wouldn’t be alone. We got up when they released our table for food and quietly walked out the door without a word. I was not going to be a part of something that would mar my new SIL’s day, even if I never talk to her. I vowed to be completely done at that point. I’ve forced ( yes forced, because they are mad too) the kids to make cards on important occasions, we still send gifts for things. There have been a few awkward drop offs of stuff for the kids to Babu and an email from her here and there. The past 2 years have been kind of nice being able to celebrate any holiday however I choose and simply leave them to their own devices. I didn’t really like the broken relationship, but very much enjoyed the freedom that went with it.
She sent me an email over 3 weeks ago and requested Tuesday’s lunch. I took a few days to think about it and replied with a simple yes. Not knowing what her current emotional state was, I assumed it was going to be something confrontational, or some big news like she was getting remarried, or cutting me out of her will etc.. It was none of those things. We spent about 30 minutes making small talk about my oldest brothers impending wedding, to which my family is not invited, what the kids and extended family members are up to etc. I always prep myself for the worst with my family, it is the one group of people that can strip me of my confidence. As we were standing in the parking lot ready to leave she asked me, ” So Laura, can we be friends again?” My response, “ We can try it, but you’re going to have to make up to the kids on your own.” She seemed surprised they were mad at her. Then I spent the next however many minutes getting my points out as quickly as possible. This is how I have discussion with my Mom, she isn’t comfortable with all that open emotional sharing. We covered the Thanksgiving incident, turns out she had hugged MiniMe and told her it was ok, as well as didn’t mean to be snotty at the wedding. I told her we probably should of discussed it after it happened and made a barrage of points about how things would have to be moving forward because I am no longer a little girl I am a grown woman of 41. Before she held up her hand with the stop it’s too much signal. In the past, I would of pushed for a reconciliation of some kind on my own, the last two years I decided why bother, let them come to me, as you can see it took her a while.
While standing in the parking lot we covered me telling her I’ve forgiven her for anything she did to me as a kid, because it made me who I am and I now have a MUCH better understanding of how hard parenting really is. Every Mothers screws up, some more than others. I told her I recognized that finding out I was molested had to rock her, but there wasn’t anything she could of done about it. Given our relationship when I was 10-11 I was never going to tell her, for fear she would blame or punish me. I explained my dislike of the way everyone in my family handled emotions, we don’t have them, show them and we especially don’t talk about them, except me. I can’t keep things in, I have to get things out to feel better. It is easy, sometimes too easy, to tell exactly how I am feeling.
The family dynamic was different for my Dad and I. It took my husband to point out to me several years ago that the rest of family was jealous of the relationship I had with my Dad. That Vitamin E was different with me than with anyone else. I honestly had never figured that out, after I pondered for a long while I agreed he was right. I slung this back to my Mom on Tuesday with something along the lines of Dad was emotionally connected to me and I’m tired of the rest of you hating me for it. “You were the only one who could ever communicate with him”, was Mom’s response. It’s because at my core I am my Dad. I got my emotions from my ‘real” Mother but the absolute rest of me is all Vitamin E. What wasn’t passed along in DNA was taught to me by example and living with him. He wasn’t a perfect Dad, there are some areas the man was sorely lacking, but as an adult and a parent now I get it. He was human. He loved me, that was enough.
I apologized to my Mom for not reaching out to her and clarifying what had transpired between she and MiniMe. MiniMe inherited my emotional landscape and I was partially trying to protect her from “them”. I apologized for being overly sensitive to her remarks at the wedding. But seriously if people would just have mature adult open honest communications , a lot of bad feelings and unneeded drama could be avoided in relationships. It was when I got to the, “I’m not saying there can’t be any more inappropriate reactions (I’m the first person to recognize you cannot control how you feel about something upon initial reaction), but if things like this happen in the future we are going to have to communicate about it”. That’s when she reached her breaking point and put her hand up. In the past I would of gotten pissed off that she was shutting me down and pushed harder, but now I can recognize that she just can’t go any further. There is long mostly ugly with some bright spots history there, but she is trying and as long as she is trying this adult can try too. I hope I don’t end up regretting this, but I am glad for the closure and renewed peace.
Yesterday, out of the blue, I was suddenly ready to write and send a long overdue email of forgiveness and owning my screw ups to a friend who horribly violated my trust in multiple ways during the train wreck summer. I just wanted her to know that I no longer carried hate and anger because I could recognize my personal missteps and the situational issues of the relationship. I shared my apologies, let her have it in a respectful way because I’d never done that other than to throw her out of my life when things first came to light, professed my wish for her to have her best life possible because she deserves it and signed off. Shorty once said that losing a bestie is worse than a boyfriend break-up, I agree and this was my break-up closure letter. My karmic cleanser.
It’s been a banner week for the BGP, two pieces of open emotional business handled, which is good because I need that extra room to tackle my running plan for the next 4 weeks and the continued adventures in ADHD going on in my home. Hope you had a great week and plans to enjoy a fabulous weekend.
I had a good cry today. A sobbing into my husbands chest, tears streaming down my face, kids coming over for a family hug cry. Why? The catalyst is the fact that I have an appointment with the Foot Dr on my calendar and I neither remember the Foot Dr’s actual name or where he is located. I’m not sure I have any way of finding out either, other than maybe searching online for the past EOB or hoping they call to confirm my appt. I used to be able to store information inside my brain like a steel trap, have more than multiple things in the air and keep track of them all with ease, all while adding more and more to the pile, my brain is ADHD and stress “fractured” and I’m pissed about it.
Work is really stressful right now, the urgency of the work is piling up, and I feel like I am constantly trying to move a freight train with one hand on the caboose, pushing with all my might. Our work environment is in a word, craptacular, at the moment. I am the program manager for one of the biggest projects we have going, but it is currently eclipsed by the other biggest project we have going and no one will take mine as seriously as they should, and I can’t really blame them, we have priority and resource issues galore.. Mine is regulatory, it is my job to make sure it keeps moving, I feel like I must be doing this , it’s either that or beat my head repeatedly against my desk.
This is my first foray into Program management land, I have a team of 3 head PM’s and a what will end up being a cast of thousands. The moving parts and complexity alone of this project are enough to make solid mind me squirm. With the current work environment and all the personal things I am juggling I am barely keeping it together and today the damn broke.
Personally I am trying to manage,
MiniMe : ADHD- 2 docs, Plantar warts- 1 doc
The Destroyer: ADHD- need to get him started on testing, He scored high for hyperactivity and the icing on the cake, oppositional defiant disorder.
Every conversation in my home is a negotiation or battle of some sort, full of not listening, not following directions or outright just lying to me and doing whatever we want. No wonder I’m worn down
Myself: ADHD- 1 doc and they can’t get me in until August 31st. I really don’t have 3 months to go completely ummedicated. I’ve seen the improvements in MiniMe from the meds, and I NEED something to focus at work and home, to remember to write down something more than ” Foot Doc” because I am NOT going to remember things anymore. I seem to have lost the ability and I want my brain back.
I have a whole list of concerts I’ve bought tickets to that I don’t even know when they are because I haven’t bothered to put them on the calendar. This week alone there are 4 doctor appointments that I really don’t have time to get to or be away from work during. Adding insult to injury my entire freaking town is all torn up in construction, you can’t get in or out of it without lengthy waits or hassle, it’s like no one looked to see what other construction projects were going on all at once before going hell yeah let’s tear that road up and close it too! And there is some freaking pervert(s) on the loose in our town trying to steal children, the police seem to be doing very precious little about it and our department is not that freaking busy. I currently cannot let my children go around the hood with walkie talkies, or out of my sight for that matter, it has transformed me into insane crazy mother lioness. Child molesters are a pretty hot button for me and I may be infinitely frustrated with my kids on a daily basis lately but I certainly don’t want them raped and murdered. I have a race in less than 7 weeks to train for and when I went to call the Y, my wed night yo-pi isn’t being offered this summer. Today basically made me feel like this
It’s a lot to absorb right now, and it finally just bubbled up and sprang forth. I felt better after getting it out, but crying about it sure didn’t make any of it go away. I’ll have to tighten the BGP and figure out how to proceed without further losing my mind.
I had to/chose to bail 5 minutes into my 8 mile run last night. My left foot hurt from the first step, and even though it does it sometimes at the beginning of every run it usually goes away, doesn’t bother me for the rest of the run and I have minimal pain afterward. This is in fact the same foot injury that I swore many weeks ago I would go see Dr. hate for, but never did. It is also the same foot that hurt for a few days after last week’s 12 miles. I’m babying it while we are in taper. I have also not gone to a sports doc about my chronic muscle weakness. I have a race to run in less than 10 days; forecast is 73 and possible rain, I don’t want to miss. The next race isn’t until July 22 and if I have a boot or other some such nonsense I will have the luxury of the time to do that and still train for the Rock N Roll. I managed to get through all of Monday’s very windy 4.0 with no pain and no walking. My muscles actually felt pretty good yesterday. I ate well, I stretched, I hydrated. I drank my Herbalife Prolong and I packed my cherry extreme sport beans. I felt emotionally great and ready to run. I bailed 2 miles into the last 8.0 b/c of muscle and joint soreness. I was going to conquer this 8.0. In spite of the rain and potential for thunderstorms I was ready and excited for this run. I needed to enjoy this run. When I got hyper-focused on my foot pain and made the must be very careful so close to race day and bail decision I had a pretty steady heart rate going. I wasn’t pissed at myself or disappointed in myself so much as let down that yet another run didn’t pan out. I was dressed, I was lubed, I put in my part of the deal why couldn’t my foot cooperate. As I drove home not sweaty, spent and proud I had this sort of epiphany that it was like getting all of the foreplay and none of the fun. I haven’t had a high fiver at the end running high endorphin rush badass pace run in a while. My confidence is waning because I’m not enjoying running as much this year. Not being able to enjoy it is causing frustration and that frustration further erodes my mental state on runs. I have running blue balls! I need a good hard running O!
You may be wondering why the hell anyone would ever use running and O in the same sentence. Running is actually not just enjoyable when it is over. It is often enjoyable during if you can achieve the runner high. The Runner’s high is a wonderful release of endorphins into your body that trick it into thinking it feels no pain. It’s hard to explain but I got them on the treadmill all the time and quite often during last running season. This year not so much, and maybe that is why I’m not enjoying this year as much, but I am digressing. It’s when you mind and body take to you this beautiful badass running place. You can breathe, your heart is steady but pushing it, your body feels loose and everything is at the perfect temperature, It takes a while to get the running high. It depends on how it takes your body and mind to release and settle into the running, to connect with it. Oh once I do I first notice it is a pretty great day for running, then I notice everything on my body seems to be cooperating, then I notice that my splits are steady, then I start to feel it, it’s like this little ball of achy tension starting to become focused on by my body, It’s almost like all the other parts are strong and start to send their energy up to the spot at the middle of my shoulders, it’s a good ache and it signals the imminent nature of the impending release. This sweet state of running nirvana or my runner’s O carries me through a few more miles before the fatigue of running for hours at a time sets in. On a longer run the high can carry me through miles 5,6 and 7, maybe 8 and 9 with Extreme Cherry Sport Bean consumption. On the shorter runs I hope to get it before mile 2 but it often eludes me until mile 3 or 4. The most I have hoped for lately is to find my knees and just get started into the syncing process when the run is almost over and I’m not going to get through the full O. I’m not getting to, foxtrot uniform charlie kilo yeah that was awesome we rocked that high five after O. I finally found the source of my frustration!
Unfortunately running isn’t Babu so the responsibility to get my run O on and have the high five moment at the end of my runs is solely resting on me. It is my job to get myself off while running. I will not make any; good at fapping, jokes, promise. I have ability to control/affect my physical state but the rest is always a crap shoot. The brain is the most powerful
sex organ our bodies possess. I’m probably still going to run feisty, grumpy, pissed, and stubborn because motivation springs from many places. Where my head is at is more than half the battle so I need to find a way to ease this frustration and re-align my confidence. So I put on the BGP and listed out some logical points, nothing like logic to get a girl going.
- It is still early in running season, there are many more highs to come.
- It could be that my body has adjusted to the running and the highs are coming later, if I’m that desperate for it I can start putting in longer short runs after May
- I can and will finish next Saturday, in the end my motivation for any race outside of the bragging rights and pride is the bling and I’ll get that medal
- Sport doc for check up after Mini, still plenty of time to train for Jul 22 if there are 4 weeks of recovery, will make appointment now in prep
- Massage and chiro on Monday to stretch well before Saturday
- Massage and chiro on Monday after race for reward
- Just Breathe!!!