Life

Stress relief

This weekend I take the biggest exam of my life. Like, it's huge. Like, all weekend long huge. Like, all on the line. Like, woah. 

Okay I won't say "like" anymore.

To sum up, WREB is my license examination wherein I show my clinical competency in dentistry. Holy tomatoes.

As you can imagine, my stress level is off le charts. It is like a chaotic fiesta in my head. Throughout my education, stress has been my constant companion. We wear BFF necklaces. How I handle stress has changed and evolved throughout the years, so I won't bore you with all the deets, but here are a few things that help me de-stress and provide much needed stress relief as of late. 

Fake it 'til you make it.

When I am feeling particularly frazzled, there is something about a long, hot shower, a fresh face of makeup, a pretty hair-do, and my nice jeans that make the craziness on the inside feel more ordered. My brain may be cluttered and crazy, but when I feel put together on the outside I can focus on the task at hand. The same thing goes for an uncluttered space around me. When my home is clean and not messy, I can also work on the things that elevate my stress and deal with them accordingly.

Enjoy a beverage.

In the morning, I like to start with a cup of coffee or a nice cappuccino. The warmth of the sweet and creamy goodness help me start the day off with a bang and get s*** done. I also try to drink as much water as possible throughout the day. Dehydration makes me cranky, so NOTHANKS. And after a stressful day (like every day lately), I enjoy a nice glass of red wine and have some girl talk. There is something cathartic and stress relieving about a nice vent sesh...and some EtOH.

Curl up with a book.

I am a book worm, ya'll know that. Whether I can carve out an hour or just five minutes, an escape into a good book can do wonders for my soul. Try it, I swear you'll love it.

Date night.

Ew, I know I said it, date night. Sounds cheesy right? Well I'll say it again, DATE NIGHT. Or day or afternoon or morning or Tuesday... You know what I mean. Paul and I specifically carve out time to spend with one another. We watch a movie, make a meal, or do some activity that is not on the to-do list or required of us. He eases my stress more than he knows. 

Slobbery baby kisses.

My life as a mother has drastically changed...in the best way possible. Although motherhood is stressful enough, gazing into the eyes of my sweet girl just melts the world away. As I watch her play and discover, I feel one zillion times better. The crazy, stress-ball, frenzied side of me gets to put her feet up and smother an angel in kisses. Ain'tnothingbetta.

My stress is great, but the rewards are greater.

Isn't she the greatest?

 

A tale of the weekend

An alternative title to this post would be - someone get me some new sinuses - but I thought that would be a little self-serving. And you know, selfless Samantha is at your service. 

Paul, Emma, and I are all sick. It started a fewish days (feels like forever) ago with Emma. I'm convinced she picked something up from the viral incubator, otherwise known as daycare. I had to pick her up early on Friday afternoon following a call (desperate plea) from her teachers telling tales of woe due to Emma's inconsolable screaming. Super Samantha swooped in to have an afternoon with the walking snot fountain at home. 

Well doesn't she just look like a ball of sunshine?

We had planned a quiet weekend at home but our shopping list was getting longer than Dumbledore's beard so I definitely needed to do a Target and Trader Joe's run at some point.

Saturday morning Paul was feeling all kinds of awful so he needed some serious alone/recovery time sans screeching tiny human so off to errand-running we went. Deep breaths everyone.

How do you moms with multiple kittens do it? I was struggling with just the one. But any who... When parents are sick, all rules are out the window. It's a madhouse, MADHOUSE.

Between Target and TJ's, Emma and I stopped at In N Out where I am sure we got some horrified looks as she scarfed down one half of a cheeseburger without blinking. 

My glutinous alter ego was so proud. I think my devil horns should be coming in any day now... 

...Yup definitely growing in. 

I'll save you the train wreck that is Emma's chocolate and sprinkle covered face post this doughnut. Remember the whole no rules thing. I enjoyed a glazed and my elevated blood sugar made my pancreas heave a sigh of despair.

Thanks to the generosity of our friends and family, Emma's toy corner has grown to Everest proportions. I clean, she tornadoes, I clean, she pounces. Typhoon Emma does not care.

Out trip to Target was in search of sippy cups. Yes, Emma must transition to sippy cups and she's having none of that. 

What's the baby sign language for L O L? 

She will literally throw the sippy cup across the room and the mother sucker that I am pours the milk back into her beloved bottle. MOMS, tell me your secrets for sippy cup transitions!!

Paul and I have also been trying our darnedest to get her to eat more solids (doc's orders) and while most of it makes its way on to our immaculate floor (J to the K), she has managed to try some more foods this weekend. 

She enjoyed a gourmet meal of eggs, avocado, and extra butter on Sunday morning. And God smiled. I wish we had a doggie shaped vacuum for the mess. But she did manage to feed herself with her spoon for the first time. Color me proud. Now if only she could change her own diapers and get herself dressed then we're talking.

Speaking of her toy corner, miss Emma is equally (if not more) happy to play with non-toy items in her new favorite play room, our kitchen. Because what doesn't scream fun like the knife block and finger-slamming cabinets? 

Typhoon Emma.

As the dreaded cabin fever began to set in, I desperately pleaded with Paul to take Emma outside for a walk while I did our laundry. Our apartment's laundry room looks out on our courtyard so thankfully, I had a lovely view of the tornado as she tormented the pigeons. From safely behind the wall of glass. 

Mwahahaha. 

Well clearly our weekend adventures are the stuff of great novels. Or you know, mediocre blogs. Carry on tiny dancer. 

She's so adorable when she's horizontal. 

How were your weekends warriors? Happy Mondayyyyy. 

 

17/52

It's Friday, can I get an AMEN?!

This has been one of those up and down weeks in life o' Wetterholm. Emma is sick, I am sick, Paul is sick of me complaining that I am sick, and we are out of butter.

(If you know my eating habits, you should know that last one is really killer.)

But on the plus side, because I like to keep that glass half-full, we celebrated Emma's birthday on Tuesday and Emma learned the word "Dog". She points to all things smallish and fluffyish and exclaims, "DOH!" (Pronounced dough.) 

This weekend we are planning to slow it now real nice and turtle speed like because we are still reeling from the inherit crazy show of birthday party and company. It's nice to slow it down every once in a while right? We are planning, NOTHING! 

Can I get another AMEN? And some wine.

This week's project 52 photo is coming at you from the restaurant where we celebrated the births of Mariah (24 y/o) and Emma (1 y/o). We ate and drank our weight in sushi/sashimi/nigiri/sake (the booze) and chicken (the Paul likes what the Paul likes). Emma managed to get most of her chicken con rice on the floor but a solid bunch wound its way into that tummy. Teriyaki chicken is the way to that gal's heart. She didn't like the spoonful of wasabi I put on her puff snacks, snob. (MOM, I did not put wasabi on her food.)

On a more serious note (run away if you must), Emma's doc told us to up her calorie intake in the tune of more protein and healthy fats. The mother hen in me freaked out and had twenty-two panic attacks about her weight chart plateau at her weigh in but Paul talked me off a ledge and we are in serious toddler meal-planning mode right now. How do you get your little one to sit and eat??! Tell me your secrets! 

This morning I get to sit in my four-hour lecture on practice management which will consist of a lawyer telling us how essential lawyers are to dental practices. Yes, I know he is right, but no I do not want to go to class this morning. It's a catch 22 really. Good thing my phone is charged. (Just kidding, obviously I pay attention in class a la Hermione.) 

Well, I hope you all have a fantabulous weekend ahead of you. You can find me in the butter aisle. (Seriously, it's a stage five crisis right now.)

Happy weekending!