Month: May 2016

Problem Solver vs. Fighter

A few weeks back I wrote about having Too many emotional layers… and being at my limit.

As I was thinking today about one of those layers a little voice inside my head said “you are a fighter,” and I thought, I am a fighter.  And then that little voice inside my head said “you are a problem solver,” and I thought, I am a problem solver.

Just this last weekend I was laughing with my almost 16 year old son about a computer game we used to play together called Pajama Sam.  Worst game ever, because even with a college degree, I could not solve the problem of finding the last vegetable person (what the heck was that game anyhow?) and we never beat the game.  I can picture this game in my head with 100% accuracy as I write this, and there’s a part of me that may go look for the CD ROM and see if I can solve it today.

Worst game ever.

When that little voice inside my head decided to talk and say that I’m a fighter, and then, that I’m a problem solver, the lightbulb went on, the sky opened up a bit, and things made sense to me.  I AM a problem solver.  I can’t handle things just dangling, hanging unsolved.  I’ve always been a ‘why’ person.  Call it needing to know, or even suspicious until I know the reason behind some things.  I’m a thinker.  I can get lost in spinning on a thought or a problem.  It’s not always a good thing.  Over the years I have learned to not waste valuable brain space for things that aren’t important to solve or to get to the bottom of.

But, some things in life right now, they need a solution.  And unlike Pajama Sam, I will stick with it until I come up with the right fit solution.  That’s the fighter.  When things matter, you don’t give up until they are right.  I think that in order to be a good problem solver in life, you also have to be a fighter, so you never give up.

 

Oh, and sorry in advance if you aren’t able to get ahold of me for a while, look what I found…

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Pop tarts to the rescue again.

Went to Target this morning, and while checking out, started explaining my purchases to the cashier.

“I never would have thought I’d be buying Pop tarts for my kids’ before school breakfasts!  But if it helps them to get up for these last three weeks of school, I’m in.”

The cashier went on to tell me she gets up early to make eggs and home made stuff for her kids each morning.  That’s nice.  It really is.  Thankfully, she told me her kids are 5 and under.  I made a mental note to check in with her in 10 years and see if the egg thing was still working out for her.  If it is, I’ll allow myself to feel like a loser mom then, not now.  I’m in survival mode.

No one wants to get up for school anymore.  They’ve been doing it for just. too. long.  I’ve heard so many arguments such as “They (teachers) want us to get our sleep, so why do we have to get up so early?”  We even get to the point of “Why do we even need school,” as they walk past me in zombie like fashion.

So, in comes Pop tarts.  If these morsels of sugar can assist in my lovely children getting out of bed without me putting on a one person circus, I’m in.

Deal is, out of bed by specified time, you get Pop tarts for breakfast before school.

I wrote about this epic parenting technique last year, you can find it here:

Pop tarts for the win!

Hoping for a peaceful last three weeks of school, and minimal health damage!

Don’t judge. Whatever works man. ‪#‎poptarts‬

240 is where the streak stops…

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood with my bowl full of dehydrated frozen chicken with noodles and veggies waiting for their turn to be cooked at the Mongolian BBQ place for lunch today.  I looked around, and with great fear, said out loud to my husband, “I think I’m getting a migraine.  I am getting a migraine.”

I almost went to the car so I could really cry.  But the food looked so good, and let’s face it, I love food, so I rallied.

Getting a migraine today felt like failure.  I know that’s super lame.  Going 240 days without a migraine when they used to come up to 3 times a week, that’s no failure, that’s a slam dunk.  But I really liked my life without them.

What were the possible reasons:

It could be any of those.  Unfortunately, only some of those are under my control, and I will do my best to control them again starting with day 1 of a new streak tomorrow as the headache arrives with it’s full vengeance.

Suck it migraines.  I hate you.