This Is Why…

For all of you who still question why I’m a devoted fan… #SupernaturalForever


 Some Days 

Sometimes I wish that when they placed that beautiful baby girl in my arms that distinct day of May back in 2011, that they’d also handed me a user’s manual. 

Because it seems to me that I am, more often than not, at a complete loss about how to parent my child effectively. This happened today when I received a phone call from the vice principal at my child’s school. 

Apparently my child is so frustrated and frightened by the move that she is causing serious disruptions during class… even though we are only moving within the same town and she’s still going to be able to go to the same school. It probably stems from being kicked out of our home in Montana but this most recent move, even though the circumstances are completely different, seems to have caused some heavy duty insecurities in my daughter’s mind… insecurities that I am responsible for.  

So, again, Parenting Manual please?!?!

I know I need to be more aware of how even my inner most fears can affect my child but how do I bury them far enough down that the very smart and in tune little one doesn’t notice? 

I question every decision I make. 

Will it affect her? If so, how? Is there a better way I can be handling this? Am I seriously screwing up my kid?

I’m sure all parents have these same anxieties. But how do you deal? How do you turn off that scared, paranoid little voice in your head that questions your every move so that you can actually enjoy your life with this amazing mini – you?

It’s tough. It’s worth it but it is definitely the most exhausting and complex responsibility that I’ve ever attempted. 

AND she’s only 6!

Time for Bed

Lately ​I’ve been having trouble with my keys not releasing from the ignition when I turn off my car and it happened this morning. Since I was running really late and 15 minutes of jiggling them and turning the steering wheel hard right wasn’t working, I left them and locked the car using the buttons on my door figuring I’d use the key fob to open it when I got back.

Uhm, big fat nope.

Because my key fob won’t work if the key is in the ignition. Duh.

So, I summoned a lyft driver.

But my phone died before he showed so I missed him and got charged $5 for it.

Sigh. It’s the story of my life. 

Anyway, I ended  up walking 1.6 miles in the rain and in dress shoes to pick up my daughter from after school care. 

Thankfully, it’s 8pm and time for bed.