the hyphens that define my life

8-Hour Girl July 17, 2013

Summer is killing me.  The kids are loving summer with action packed adventures, staying up late every night, and sleeping in late every morning.  I’m a working girl.  My day begins at 6 AM every day, just up enough to make coffee, wash my face, brush my teeth, get dressed and start working by 6:30 AM.  My commute is two laps through my house with repeat visits to the kitchen for coffee refills.  As simple as my mornings may be, I need my 8 hours of sleep in order to function.  Without my 8 hours, I am forgetful, grumpy and short-tempered.  Ok, maybe I’m forgetful, grumpy and short-tempered even with my 8 hours of sleep, but any less than 8 hours definitely worsens my mood and makes my day incredibly long.  Something’s gotta give and the kids aren’t budging.  I’m waiting for my left eye to pop out on a spring.

The kids can not realistically sleep until 10 or 11 (yes, 10 or 11) then be expected to go to bed at 9 when I want to go to sleep.  The Inland Northwest doesn’t think 9 is a good bedtime either, the sun does not completely set by then, who could possibly sleep.  Me, for one, I could sleep.

No such luck.  Our schedules are all out of whack.  Correction, my schedule is all out of whack.  Don’t tell anyone but there is only 47 summer days left until the kids go back to school and my life regains normalcy.  Don’t get me wrong, I love summer days, summer nights and summer fun.  I just struggle with summer exhaustion.

If you can’t beat them, join them, right?  We’ve already addressed this old nag ain’t what she used to be so I don’t want to beat the proverbial dead horse.  I’m not a night owl, I’m a morning person.  Vince is a night owl and mans the night shift with these rowdy boys.  He returns tonight from his first LA commute to maintain his day job.  My lack of sleep for a few nights is a small price to pay for this privilege.

I just wasn’t ready.  Sure, I can defend the fort while he’s away but I forgot about the gift of sleep that he gives me every day.  I’m on the boy shift from the time they wake up until the time dinner is over and the kitchen is cleaned.  Then he’s in charge.  Divide and conquer.  There is overlap to be sure but this is our program.  Basically, I attach the feed bags, he puts the animals to bed.  It works for us, like modern-day farmers.

Since we moved, this is his first commute.  Did I mention I wasn’t ready?  It’s a nice break, because, you know, having your husband and your kids in your zone 24/7 since school was release mid-June, has been a bit of a shock to my system.  [No joke, my left eye is going to pop out on a spring at any moment].  Now, with lack of sleep, I’m spinning senseless.

And now Vince has returned.  Welcome home.  Your 8-hour girl isn’t getting her 8 hours again tonight, no thanks to your late flight and my late night posting.  Yes, these late night blog posts are taxing me too.

Fear not, for there is hope.  I am BFF’s with Fast Company on Facebook.  Today they posted “Arge’s Work Play Fit Push Weekly”.  I’m not sure who Arge is, but the work-play-fit-push is a Stephen Covey-esque, Zig Zigler-esque get your shit together plan to get on and stay on track.  Exactly what I need, sleep or no sleep.  For each section, for example “work”, list three things you want to get done each day. Sure this needs to be multiplied by 10, but for Arge’s sake, we’ll keep it to 3 top priorities.  Vince and the kids keep the “play” section full without concern.  The first thing to go, next to sleep, is my fitness.  I enjoy working out, I just put me last.  Getting my shit together plan puts me back in the lead with my running shoes on.  The “push” section is easy and could be multiplied exponentially to address my blog, my projects, my plans, and my dreams.  At the bottom, a short list of priorities.  Top of my priorities is going to bed on time to get my 8 hours.

Love you all, but I need to sleep.  Good night.


Trouble Right Here in River City July 6, 2013

Yes, Right here in River City we had trouble and it start’s with T which rhymes with…well that may have worked for the Music Man but has no bearing on our evening.  Maybe it does.  T rhymes with C and that stands for Car. The demon of our evening.

Our plan for our evening out was to visit some local furniture stores to see what we could see, grab some dinner and then see Lone Ranger at River Park Square AMC 20.  The kids didn’t shred the furniture stores or make the salespeople crazy or beg for some obscure piece insisting we NEED it.  So far, so good.  We ventured from my meal plan and ate dinner out, trying Luigi’s Italian Restaurant for the first time.  Again, so far, so good.  We left the restaurant and walked to the mall and movie theatre, stopping to catch a few-to-ten laps of the Lilac City Twilight Criterium.  Awesome.  Also on our route, we passed in front of the North Face store, one of Vince’s all time favorite brands.  Not only did we stop, we had to take advantage of their 30-50% off mega sale.  Let’s just say the boys have rain jackets should it ever rain.

Note:  locals have mentioned Spokane has two seasons, Winter and July.

Back to my story.  After our brief shopping spree, we make the 8:15 showing of Lone Ranger at the AMC 20.  Opening weekend, my SoCal programming tells me the theatre will be packed.  Not even close. Score!  We enjoyed the movie, walked the few blocks through a relatively quiet downtown to our car to find the battery dead.

Car trouble is a total buzz kill after a great night out with the family.  Really, at any time, but when you have tired kids and a tired mom, definitely a buzz kill.

We jumped the battery and let it charge for 20 minutes or so.  We then made it three-quarters of a mile before the battery dies again.  The battery is clearly not holding a charge.  The battery is less than a year old so Vince is saying something about the alternator or the regulator has gone out.  This, of course is another language to me.  Thankfully, he was driving.  We pull over again, get another jump and drive the remaining mile and a half before the battery dies again, right in front of our house.

Let’s count our blessings.  We made it home safe.  The battery and the rest of the damn car made it 1237 miles  without issue, less than 2 weeks ago.  I love my husband’s mechanical abilities.  Only the fingers on my right hand are crossed (hidden behind my back) so that the car dies and I get a new one (my car is a 1998 Audi A6 wagon.  I love it, it has been good to me, but it has enough issues that “no car payment” isn’t completely justifying ownership for me much longer). Lastly, this blog post is completed at 11:50 PM keeping me on track with my goal to blog daily.  YES!

Good night.

Editorial comment – Spokane is known as River City and Lilac City.  The Lilac City Twilight Criterion was awesome to see and I’ll post about that event, with photos in the morning.