Fat Tuesday Recap

My dad grew up in New Orleans, LA, so we celebrated Fat Tuesday since before I can remember.

I even have a Mardi Gras bead collection thanks to my paternal grandmother.  

My dad (I think?) hand-made a King Cake every Fat Tuesday of my childhood, and one of my parents took an obligatory photo of my sister and me with the cake. 

Parenting: Handling the Manic Stages of an Almost Three-Year-Old

Oh. My. Goodness. 

While I don't work on a psychiatric ward in a hospital, I work with patients who have psychiatric illnesses (in combination with other health issues). I **don't** take the use of psychiatric terms lightly. I dislike despise the casual/inappropriate use of words like "retard" and "schizo" and often do a double-take because a lot of people use those words...people who would never ever think about using other derogatory terms (but for some reason, these terms are considered acceptable?)

Let me step off of that soap box. 

I'm making this statement in all sincerity. I've worked with patients with bipolar disorder, and I cannot shake how much the moods of an almost 3-year-old resemble manic episodes. I made that realization recently and a friend of mine made that same comparison about her kiddo who is around the same age.

Miss S just stopped crying/screaming/tantruming.

It was at least a 10 minute affair.

It's been happening almost daily at nap time. 

I've read great plans about instituting a rest time, and maybe I'm doing it all wrong. (I believe it works for some people, and folks, I'm jealous!) 

Random Musings: My Life Today

I have a beautiful life. Even when my posts pull in the direction of melancholy or uncertainty about my parenting abilities, I am blessed. Some days I forget to remember my blessings. Instead I see the piles of things I need to do, things I haven't done, tasks to complete, laundry to be folded, piles of wallpaper that need to be picked up...

Thank you to all of you who have read my blog and have encouraged me in my writing. Y'all are counted in my blessings.

When I started this blog (I still have that post to write...all of the reasons I started this little space for my mind's wanderings and life's happenings), I thought maybe long term I might be able to make a little money with my writing. It wasn't a primary goal because, I mean...how many blogs are out there? Based on these numbers (which are almost a year old), at the least 240 million blogs exist. I definitely won't be holding my breath on being profitable.

But...