Not My Holiday

It was Father’s Day today and along with all the well wishes and tributes to fathers there were several shout outs to single moms doing the job of two parents.  There were also several single moms sharing how they are celebrating being both mom and dad.  And while I appreciate the sentiment behind the well wishes, and shortly after Annelise was born I think I did refer to it as Mother’s Day the Sequel, there is no need to wish me a Happy Father’s Day.  My views on the day and how I approach parenting have evolved as I get a better understanding of what it means to raise Annelise without a dad.

I am not her dad and I am not doing the work of two parents.  I have been clear from the beginning that Annelise does not have a dad, biological or otherwise.  The person contributing her other 23 chromosomes is a donor, that is all.  Her dad is not absent, and I’m not picking up the slack his absence creates.  I’m her mother and everything I do for her is because I am her mother.  Our family is complete the way it is.  To claim this holiday for myself or take credit for doing a dad’s job is sending the message that just a mom is not enough and that our family is missing someone.

This is not to say that dads aren’t important.  If you are a dad, you are important to your children.  If you have a dad, whether present or absent, they have an impact on you.  We became a single parent family not because of a break up or abandonment, but because I chose to become a mother.  There was no loss for Annelise.  I don’t need to step up and fill in for the person who left.  I just need to be the best mom I can be.

Annelise is doing just fine without a father.   She somehow thinks she chose this and told me that having just a mom is a dream come true.  She also thinks that I didn’t get married specifically so that it could be just me and her.  I’ve always been open with her and we talk about our unique family situation and that I used a donor.  We have occasionally talked about the possibility that I might date and marry someday.   She’s not too keen on the idea and is very skeptical of any men I introduce to her.  When I’ve asked her how she feels about it she’ll say, “maybe someday, but not for right not.”  I don’t know if that will ever happen, but I do know that if she ever calls someone “dad” it will be because she is choosing to recognize that person as a father.

I know there are a lot of single moms who didn’t choose this path and they may choose to celebrate their extra effort on Father’s Day.  But for us, on Father’s Day, Annelise will celebrate her Grandpa and that is all.  I’ve got Mother’s Day, that’s enough for me.



The Winter that Wasn’t

Now that we are at the unofficial start of summer, I suppose it’s time to sum up our winter.  It didn’t exactly go as planned.  In bracing our attitude to make the best of our time here in Michigan I had planned to take full advantage of a Michigan winter.  Unfortunately Mother Nature didn’t cooperate.  We also took a hit health wise.

I had planned for a lot of playing in the snow, and we were off to a good start with a white Christmas, but it didn’t last beyond that.  Some of the things I had planned were skiing, sledding, and ice skating.  I’d also planned an overnight “camping” trip to a state park to stay in a yurt and a trip to Great Wolf Lodge.  The mild winter prohibited the winter sporting events and an extended illness for both Annelise and I cancelled our trips.

For Christmas I gave Annelise ski lessons along with all the necessary paraphernalia minus the actual skis.  Skis were provided with the lessons and if they had gone well I would have looked into getting a pair for her.  She was suppose to have five lessons.  It rained on four of the lesson days cancelling them.  They were able to give one make up lesson but that was it.  The two lessons she did have went very well, so we’ll plan to do it again next year.  I unfortunately didn’t get any skiing in.  I had hoped we could have had a couple of ski weekends but that didn’t happen.  Expense did factor into that.  At this point she could probably only handle being out there for an hour or two at a time, and the one or two days we could have gone I just couldn’t justify the expense of passes and ski rentals for both of us for that short of time period.  Next year she’ll have a season pass provided by the Dirt Dawgs so maybe if I get one for myself and we can find some inexpensive used skis we’ll get some more skiing in.  I had also hoped to get some cross country skiing in, but it seemed that any day that would have been a good day for me to go, she was home sick from school, so that didn’t happen.

Being sick was a common theme of the winter.  She came down with a fever on February 1st and it wasn’t until nearly the end of March that she was back to full health.  I try not to be a “run to the doctor asking for antibiotics for every little sniffle” type mom, but we did eventually end up there and she needed a course of antibiotics for a ruptured eardrum.  She missed a lot of school..  It seemed to be this endless cycle of fever, recovery and then fever again before she could even get back to class.  Her pediatrician said that we weren’t the only ones struggling with this.  She had several parents who were convinced their kids had autoimmune diseases because they just couldn’t shake the fever and respiratory infection cycle.  And of course whatever she gets I get.  For most of February and March I struggled with a low fever and fatigue.  I burned through all of my time off from work, which will make our summer plans difficult (right now I’m working on some creative scheduling so that we can still do everything we had planned to do).

By the time we were feeling like ourselves again the winter was over and it was time to move on to spring.  The one thing we did do over the winter was get a membership to our local YMCA.  I initially signed her up for a membership so that she could get a discount on classes.  Both her dance classes and ski classes were through them and we are also planning on swim lessons this summer.  I added a membership for myself in hopes that I would be motivated to workout while she was in dance class.  That happened a couple of times, but mostly we used our membership to access the pool.  We got into a routine of going swimming on Sunday afternoon and then picking up bread sticks on the way home.

Annelise continued with dance throughout the winter.  I really wan’t sure how she would like dance lessons but she has loved it.  I’m glad we went with lessons at the YMCA instead of a dance studio.  They seemed to be more laid back than what I’ve seen from the studios.  I personally loved watching her go into class excited, laughing and joking with her instructor and classmates.  Those wrapped up last weekend, well take a break for the summer and then hopefully more dancing in the fall.

Now that our winter is over and we’re well on our way to summer, we have other adventures planned.  We’ve started to put together our summer bucket list.  The first part of the summer I’m in class, then I’ll have two months off from school.  During that time we’ll hopefully be moving and getting settled before Annelise starts Kindergarten in the fall.


Cinco de Mayo

Cinco de Mayo 2010, one of those days that stands out in my memory.  I had signed up to receive daily messages from “the Universe” via email.  Just fun little daily affirmations.  That morning I had received my first one.  It said, “Never compromise a dream.  Always compromise how it will come true.”

I had started contemplating becoming a mother on my own shortly after I turned 30.  Initially I had looked at adoption.  But since I hadn’t quite given up on finding Mr. Right I put it off until December of 2009 when I guess you could say my biological clock started ticking so loud I couldn’t hear anything else.

By May of 2010 I was still just thinking about it.  I had started talking about it a little bit with friends; putting the idea out there to see what kind of response I got.

May 5, 2010 wasn’t all that unusual of a day.  It was of course Cinco de Mayo.  I got my message from the Universe that morning.  I spent part of the day riding at Carvin’s Cove.  Met my friend Rob and some of his coworkers for margaritas at El Toreo on the way home.  Went home, showered, changed and then met him and other friends down at Table 50 for more Cinco de Mayo fun.  Then the lightweights went home and Beth, Dave and I went back to the Waterheater where we fried fish and drank bourbon until the wee hours of the morning.

Maybe it was the combination of the Universe’s message and alcohol, or just the courage that good friends give you, but for whatever reason I woke up the next day and decided I was going to do.  I called my doctor, made an appointment and got the ball rolling on what would be my journey toward motherhood.

Three days later I started blogging at “It’s Definitely Possible.”  Anonymously at first, but then later I became more open and invited friends and family to also follow along.

Initially the blog was a way to record my thoughts and document my journey.  It eventually turned into a way to connect with other women who were on similar journeys.  In the early days of trying to get pregnant, being pregnant and then adapting to living as a Single Mom by Choice the blog was my lifeline.

Fifty people read my first post there.  It peaked at over a thousand readers a day, which was somewhat intimidating and one of the reasons I eventually shut it down.

Sometimes I miss that blog.  I haven’t found my grove here.  I know that’s partially because I’m more reserved with what I say here.  The relationships I developed with other bloggers have moved into other spaces, so the confessions and intimate details get shared in safer places.  I link this space to Facebook, so now when I write I have to run through the impact and consequences my words will have on my real life relationships.  Venting is kept at a minimum.  And lets face it, venting is the best type of blogging.  Conflict makes for good content.  Day to day life is kind of boring.

So I’ve been a slacker when it comes to blogging.  After Oberon died, I was reminded that there were other reasons I blog, it’s not just about venting my frustrations, and I vowed to do better in 2017.  Yeah… that hasn’t gone so well.  I’ve actually written more than I’ve publish.  Often I’ll start writing, and then decided there really isn’t any reason for anyone to read it other than myself and someday Annelise, so I’ll save it in draft mode and never publish.  It feels somewhat arrogant to think anyone would care what I have to say, especially since I’m not particularly elegant with my words.  But I still find myself visiting my blog list and hoping my blogger friends will post something new.  While some of them are excellent writers, most are like myself just average people sharing their experiences.  And so I’m going to try to do better, because maybe there is someone out there who still connects with what I have to say.  Unfortunately, writing about parenting and going back to school aren’t as exciting as writing about trying to knock myself up.


Today while I was looking back through the posts on “It’s Definitely Possible”, I actually found one titled “Cinco de Mayo.”  It was May 5, 2011, a year after I started the blog and my attempt to become a mother.

Cinco de Mayo 2011.  I went out with friends.  Two of them were pregnant.  I had made it known that I was trying, so there were conversations about that.  I was about a week into my third and final cycle.  I was having horrible side effects from the Clomid and had already decided that I wan’t going to use it again in subsequent cycles.  I was also injecting myself with Bravelle without telling my doctor.  Not a the full dosage, just what I had left over from the previous cycle when I did injectibles.  I knew that if this cycle failed it would be months before I could try again.  Within a week after Cinco de Mayo I was pregnant.


Cinco de Mayo 2012.  Annelise was a baby.   I left her alone on the floor for a couple of minutes while I let the dogs out and come back to find that she had rolled over for the first time and I had missed it.

Cinco de Mayo 2017.  I worked the night before.  Slept all day while Annelise watched cartoons and colored and then went back to work.

Wow, my life has become boring.

Groundhog Day ’17

12:00 am

Groundhog Day 2017 is pretty close to picking up where Groundhog Day 2016 ended… sitting at work scoring sleep studies.

While midnight marks the start of Groundhog Day, I don’t know where my actual day begins.  My alarm went of at 3:15 this afternoon (yesterday?).  I woke up to discover 17 missed calls and voice mails.  I only listened to one of them before running out the door at 3:17 pm (seriously, I was still in my pajamas).  Annelise had gotten sick at school.  Somehow my phone got switched to “block all”, instead of allowing “favorites” through.  When the school couldn’t reach me they tried my emergency contacts, who then also tried to reach me.  No one who had authorization to pick her up could get to the school before it was time to get on the bus and that was their big concern. They thought she was too sick to ride the bus home.  I felt completely horrible but in reality it was less than a half hour from their first call until I was there to get her.  She was running a fever and complaining of head and body aches.  I really didn’t want to leave her to go to work, but we really can’t afford for me to miss any shifts right now. I decided that if I couldn’t be with her, I’d give her the next best thing… Grandma.  So after I collected her from school, we went back to the apartment so I could shower and dress and then we drove to Hart.  It’s almost a three hour trip from our place to my parents and then to Holland for work, so I was about a half hour late for work.

I only have one patient (normal is two).  They are a little needy but not too difficult.  At midnight it’s still too early to determine if they will need to be started on CPAP.  I make sure the study is scored up and then kill time searching online for literature and studies for a research project.

1:00 am

Patient has enough sleep/study time to determine an AHI (apnea hypopnea index).  I get the study scored up (no CPAP tonight). My internet search has taken several sidetracks.  I did find several articles that I’ll print off when I get home.  But I’m getting too distracted and I’m putting in more effort than I’m getting in return so I decide to focus on something else.

I decide to get something to eat, but my patient is awake again.  I know that as soon as I get my food they’ll call out and I won’t get back to it until it’s cold (it’s like Murphy’s law for Sleep Techs).

While I wait for them to fall back to sleep I search Zillow.  If we’re going to be here for more than two years I want to get out of the apartment.  I always do a realistic search for a small 2 or 3 bedroom in a neighborhood close to GR. And then a “what if” search… farms in Floyd County.  Nothing new or interesting to look at.

2:00 am

My patient’s back to sleep.  I wait to do my 2 am check and then go heat up some food.  I had planned on having leftover meatloaf and potatoes but in the hurry to get Annelise to my parents’ my lunch got left in the fridge so I had to settle for frozen microwave pizza.

3:00 am

Continue scoring.

3:45 am

Patient calls out.  Check on them. Scoring’s current, so I search Netflix for something to watch.  I recently finished OA and haven’t found anything new.  My fall backs when I get bored are to rewatch The West Wing or Longmire. I choose Longmire.  I should probably be studying, but I think Chemistry might put me to sleep right now.

5:30 am

Half hour until it’s time to get the patients up.  I review my study, catch up on scoring, and start the morning paperwork.

6:05 am

Wake up my patient and get them disconnected.  Clean the wires, strip beds, finish scoring and all the other end of shift tasks.

7:33 am

Punch out and leave work.  Both Annelise and Kikapu are at my parents so I head straight there.

7:50 am

Stop for breakfast. I’m really hungry so I stop for a sausage biscuit.  I contemplate a coffee but decide against it and hope I can stay alert without it for the trip.

9:03 am

Arrive at my parents’ house. Kikapu is overjoyed to see me.  Annelise is up, dressed and playing.  She says she feels fine.  I’m relieved because I figured this was either going to be a short 24 hour thing or she was going to be out for several days.  I was really nervous that this was the flu.  My mom said she was given Motrin at 7:15.  I take her temperature and it’s normal.  I tell her that if she continues to feel fine she can go to dance tonight.  I had also planned to go to a lecture at the college but figured since she was sick that was out. But if she’s back to normal maybe our entire day won’t need to be cancelled.


9:15 am

I take Kikapu outside and she does her yearly impression of a Groundhog.  It’s hard to tell in the photo, but there was a slight shadow.  Does that mean more winter?  I can’t remember.


9:30 am

I head upstairs to one of the guest rooms ( that we use to live in) change into my pajamas and crawl into bed.  Kikapu comes with me.  She prefers to stay with me even though I’m not doing anything other than sleeping.  In the hurry to get up here I’d left her bed so I make a small nest for her with my dirty scrubs.


9:40 am

I’m asleep.

11:50 am

I’m awake. Check the time on my phone which is probably a mistake but it is the only clock in the room. See that I have a couple of messages.  Return the important ones and then lay back down.  I can hear Annelise and my parents down stairs it sounds like they are having lunch.

12:00 pm

I fall back to asleep.

1:30 pm

Awake again.  This time I get up.  I head downstairs.  Annelise is playing with my mom. She says she feels fine and wants to go to dance.  Her cheeks look a little flush so I take her temperature.  Fever’s back, 101.  I’m guessing that it was the Motrin suppressing her fever this morning.  I guess that means no dance for her and no lecture for me.  Since we’re not in a rush to get back to Sparta I let her continue to play and I head back upstairs to get ready.  I dawdle a little bit.  Check emails and messages.  Scroll through Facebook.  And generally just spend some time being lazy.

2:00 pm

Decide to take a shower since now we’re not in a rush to get back to Sparta. I’m cold and taking a hot shower should warm me up. I’m a little concerned that I could be getting sick.

Kikapu comes into the bathroom with me.  When we’re at my parents’ she stays pretty close to me.  I think she’s afraid I’m going to leave her there.  This time she curls up in my pajamas.


2:45 pm

I’ve finished my shower but am still sitting in the bathroom wrapped in a towel because it is nice and warm in there.  Some day I really want a hot tub and sauna.

3:00 pm

I’m finally dressed and starting to get things ready for us to head back to Sparta.  I load up the car while Annelise is watching a Veggie Tale movie with my mom.  After loading everything I sit down and watch the rest of the movie with her.


4:00 pm

We are finally on the road.  Annelise falls asleep as soon as we’re on the highway.


4:45 pm

Stop at Meijer for some supplies including more Children’s Tylenol.

5:45 pm

We’re finally back in Sparta.  I carry Annelise into the house and then unload the van.

6:00 pm

My original plan for tonight’s supper had been chicken in the crock pot.  But since our day didn’t go as planned and we were up north, the chicken didn’t make it into the crock pot.  I thought about warming up the meatloaf and potatoes I had forgotten to take to work, but that didn’t sound very appetizing to a sick little girl.  She just wanted yogurt.  So I fixed that for her and she ate it while I unpacked all the stuff we had taken up north.  Now that it is just Kikapu, it’s Annelise’s job to feed her.  She gets a quarter each time.  Even though she isn’t feeling well she still insists on putting Kikapu’s food down and reminds me that she fed Kikapu while they were at Grandma’s so I give her a couple of quarters.

6:30 pm

Annelise has changed into her PJs and is curled up on the couch watching TV while I clean up the kitchen.  The last few days had been hectic with ski lessons and work and Annelise getting sick and me taking her up north and then more work, so the kitchen had been neglected.  There were stacks of dishes to be done, but first the dishwasher needs to be unloaded.  So I was busy in the kitchen while she was resting on the couch.

7:00 pm

Seven is Annelise’s usual bedtime, but since she was resting quietly on the couch I let her stay there a little longer instead of sending her off to bed.  I’m done in the kitchen so I sit down with her for a few minutes.  I have a knitting project that I’ve been working on since Labor Day, that I am very close to being done with.  I work on that for a little bit while she watches Cat in the Hat.


7:30 pm

Time for Annelise to head to bed.  We go through the nightly routine of teeth brushing and story, plus add in another temperature check (101.9) and some Children’s Tylenol.  I typically don’t give her medication for fevers unless it gets dangerously high or I’m leaving her with someone else.  But I don’t like sending her to bed with a fever so I drugged her up and sent her to bed.  Added some Vick’s to the humidifier to help with congestion.

8:10 pm

Annelise is in bed.  I sit down and start printing off and reading the articles I saved from last night.

8:25 pm

Check in on Annelise.  She’s sound asleep.  She moves a lot when she sleeps, so I have to cover her back up.  Go back to my school work.

9:00 pm

Realize I haven’t eaten anything all day other than that sausage biscuit on the way home from work this morning (over 12 hours ago).  Suddenly I’m starving.  Heat up a frozen pizza.

9:25 pm

Turn on the TV while eating the pizza.

9:45 pm

I should really start working on my school work again, but instead curl up with Kikapu on the couch (she’s being very clingy and cuddly, typical after she’s been away from me).  Tell myself as soon as Scandal is over I’ll get back to work.


11:50 pm

I don’t remember the end of Scandal so I must have fallen asleep sometime before 10 pm. I go in and check on Annelise.  And cover her up since she has kicked off all the blankets.  Kikapu is whining to go out so we walk downstairs.  I shut all the fire doors on my way down.  The people in my building are constantly leaving them open.  It’s extremely annoying.  I slam them shut whenever I go up and down the stairs and since I typically go to bed pretty late (occupational hazard) I always go through the building and close them before going to bed.

11:59 pm

Groundhog Day is coming to an end.  I’ll probably be up for a couple more hours thanks to my nap.  I’ll attempt to go back to my school work, but most likely I’ll watch something on TV while surfing the internet and probably go to bed in a couple of hours.  I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a laid back day.  This is my weekend off and I had a lot of things planned for us, but I have a feeling Annelise will be recovering so we’ll lay low.  Hopefully I won’t come down with whatever she has.


I have a five year old!  How is that even possible?  We celebrated with grandparents, aunts and cousins.  Her “big” gift was her new bike.  But it wasn’t much of a surprise because you never surprise a serious cyclist with a new bike.  These are very personal things.  She’d seen it at the bike shop, and had tried it out.  But she didn’t think she’d be getting it until summer, so she was surprised to see it when she woke up that morning.  She tells me her favorite present was the Paw Patrol suitcase I gave her.  I almost didn’t give it to her as a gift.  She goes back and forth between our house and my parents’ frequently.  We had been carrying stuff in bags, so I got her a suitcase.  I almost just gave it to here, but then wrapped it up with the other gifts.

We’ve developed a few birthday traditions.  We do a birthday countdown, where she takes a ring off a chain each day.  We started it on New Years.  It was a nice way to deal with the post holiday let down.  It gives her something to look forward to.  We bake cupcakes together on the day before her birthday and then I bake a cake to surprise her with.  This year she requested that I surprise her with a dinosaur cake.  And then after all the celebrating is done mark off her height.  I made a board while we were in Virginia to mark her growth.  That way we could take it with us if/when we moved.  I’m glad I did that.  I would hate for those first marks to be left on a door frame in a house we left behind.


Every year on her birthday we conduct a little interview that I record.  It’s interesting to see how she changes each year.  Unfortunately unless I want to upgrade this account I can’t post videos.  But here is this year’s list of what she’s up to.

Annelise at five…

  • she’s about 41 inches tall and 36 lbs.
  • wears size 5t (still has some 4t) and her shoes are a size 8 (still, but I’m buying 9s now)
  • had her first hair cut this year
  • we ended afternoon naps this summer, although she sometimes falls asleep during rest time at school.  (we did moved bedtime up by an hour)
  • she is in PreK at Sparta schools.  She loves school.
  • she has several school friends.  I hear about Silas, Alondra, and Naomi about everyday. She loves playing with her cousins Lincoln, Henry, and Miles and lately shes been getting to spend more time with Carson and Alison.  John Henry is still her BFF.  And after a year and a half she still asks about Heys.
  • Her stuffed animals are still her favorite things.  The menagerie has grown.  Lately her favorite thing is to create a “nest” to cuddle with them. Basically she takes all the blanket and pillows and makes a nest for them.
  • She’s into Paw Patrol right now.  She takes them with her in a back pack.  She also always keeps a little stuffed dog with her that is “baby Izzy.”
  • She still has a “boo” but she doesn’t carry it with her anymore.  It stays at home, but while we’re home its always with her.
  • Her favorite TV shows are Paw Patrol, Dinosaur train, WordWorld, and The Cat in the Hat.
  • I don’t know how high she can count.  We get stuck at 30, but only because she struggles with the “th” sound so it turns into “f” which then skips us to 40.  But she has a general concept of how counting and numbers work.
  • She’s starting to do basic math.  She can add and subtract numbers less than 10.  And can do 10 + (any single digit number).
  • She knows all the letters both upper and lower case.  Knows their sounds and is starting to identify letters that thing start with.  She can identify several sight words.  She loves letters and words and wants desperately to be able to read and write.  She follows me around with a magnadoodle writing letters and trying to link them into words; constantly asking, “does (series of letters) spell anything?”
  • She loves to “read.”  She’s memorized several of her favorite books and will recite them to her puppies.  She loves to read anything Paw Patrol or anything about Christmas.  I read Rudolph to her year round.
  • She can write her first and last name.  Sometimes she can write my name, but the “u” tends to throw her off.
  • Her speech has become an issue again.  I’ve gotten a call from her school and they are going to have her evaluated by a speech therapist.  Initially they thought it might just be that she was trying to say words that were beyond the normal scope of a preschooler.  But we knew when she completed therapy before that she may need to revisit it when she’s older.
  • We still have regular game and puzzle nights.  The games are getting more advanced and the puzzles are getting more pieces.
  • Lately she’s been into making “art.”  She has a collection of craft supplies and will spend hours cutting, glueing, stamping, and coloring.
  • Still not into dolls or barbies.  She will occasionally play with her doll, but she prefers her stuffed animals.
  • She wants to be a Paleontologist and a farmer when she grows up.  She says she doesn’t want to get married or have kids.  She wants me to live on her farm with her and help with the animals while she is digging up fossils.
  • She still rides her bike with the Dirt Dawgs.
  • She started taking dance.  Loves it.
  • Her favorite colors are red and blue.
  • She still doesn’t like to wear dresses.  And now she doesn’t like jeans or anything with buttons, zippers or snaps.  She’s happiest in basic cotton outfits, yoga pants, tee shirts and sweatshirts.
  • Her goals for this next year are to play with her racoon and to have dinner at the Brown Bear.  (I think we can make that happen).

Headed into 2017

When I took down the Christmas decorations this year, I wrote a letter to myself and tucked it in with the decorations to be read next year when I haul all that stuff out again.  I got the idea from a post on Facebook, and since the putting up and taking down of the holiday decorations frames my year and causes me to reflect I thought it would be interesting next year to see what was going on in my life and how I was feeling.  It’s the unfiltered, not safe for the internet version and I keep thinking that if something happens to me this year, whoever ends up with the Christmas boxes is going to be in for an earful.

The overall state of our country and the world in general has me feeling very pessimistic about the coming year, but on a personal note I’m feeling slightly optimistic about our future.  I am slowly inching my way through school.  Each semester brings me a little closer to being done.  I’m narrowing down the choices for finishing and I think once I have a definite start and finish date for nursing school I feel a little less anxious about it.

Over Christmas break we went to Virginia and while I was there I visited Jefferson College of Health Sciences with the intention of applying and starting their second degree BSN program.  While I would love to go that route I also realized that it would be next to impossible to do.  The program would cost me $45,000, and I wouldn’t receive aid because I would technically be coming from out of state.  I could move to Virginia work for a year to (re)establish my residency and then start.  But the job prospects just aren’t there.   So while I would love to be back in Virginia as soon as possible, the right decision appears to be staying in Michigan, finishing school here and then moving back.

Right now I am focusing on the Associate degree program at MCC, but still considering the second degree BSN program from GVSU as an option.  Later this week I’m meeting with an adviser at MCC, hopefully after that I will have a better idea of when I can start the program.  If it’s going to be a year or more out I may use that time to focus on the GVSU program.  And then the other day I got this crazy idea.  I’d focus on the MCC program, and then as soon as I finish start working as an RN.  Not getting my BSN is not an option so even if I do go the route of ADN first, I’ll start on an RN to BSN program as soon as I can.  The crazy idea part is that at the same time I do that I’ll finish off a second degree in either Biomedical Sciences or Medical Laboratory Sciences.  I know, kind of crazy but not impossible.  The “why” of the second degree goes beyond the scope of this blog post, so I’ll table it and maybe come back to it another day.

So anyway… 2017 looks like the year I’ll figure out which nursing program I’m doing and hopefully maybe even start.

For the first time in a number of years I made several New Year’s Resolutions.  I typically make some sort of general resolutions of things I would like to focus on in the coming year, but this year I made concrete, measurable goals.  I had Annelise do the same only for her they are more like a list of things she wants to do this year.  We put them in our memory jar for 2017, so when we empty it out on New Year’s Eve this year we’ll see if we accomplished our goals.

Last year was the first year we did a memory jar (another idea I pulled off of Facebook).  Every Sunday night we sit down together and write our favorite memory from that week and then put it in a jar.  I also had her write her name on each of hers so I could see how much her hand writing improved over the year.  We had fun opening the jar on New Year’s Eve and recalling all of our favorite times.  We had a very laid back New Years.  It’s kind of like that now.  I think Annelise’s first NYE was the only one we did anything for.  Now if I do something its earlier in the evening and we’re home and at least she’s in bed long before midnight.  I think next year I may let her stay up until midnight and celebrate the actual event.

Our Christmas was also low key and very lovely.  It was the first Christmas it was just Annelise and I for Christmas Eve and Christmas morning.  I was nervous that it might feel kind of lonely but it was actually really nice.  My parents,  sister and nephews joined us for dinner so we did have some extended family time and then the day after Christmas we got together with all of my sisters and their families.

One of my resolutions was to blog more frequently.  I initially set a goal of every week, then decided that every other week was more practical but seeing as it’s the third week of the year and I’m just now getting out a post I obviously have some work to do.

Hopefully you all had a great Holiday Season and I look forward to sharing 2017 with you.


At Home in Sparta

The apartment is quiet.  The only lights on are those on the Christmas tree.  Annelise is on her little cot in the living room.  She wanted to spend one night this year sleeping by the tree.  So I relinquished the living room to her this evening and am trying to be as quiet as possible so that she can sleep.  Last night was my last night of work until after Christmas.  I spent today shopping and wrapping presents while she was with my parents, so all we have to do before Christmas is bake cookies and enjoy the time we have together.  Over all life is good right now.

It’s the time of year when I reflect on the past year, and look forward to the new one.  Last year when I packed the Christmas decorations I had no idea where we would unpack them this year.  I knew we probably wouldn’t be at my parents any longer, but I hadn’t quite decided where we’d go.  We ended up in Sparta.  And as I had suspected, nothing went as planned.

My schooling plan got off track a bit in the Spring, and then a bit more in the Fall.  At first I just decided to postpone applying to the BSN program at GVSU.  If I had stuck to my original plan I knew I’d be facing a heavy work load and a large financial responsibility this year.  I just wasn’t ready for that.  Annelise was a year away from Kindergarten and I wanted as much free time with her as possible.  Going to school full time seemed like too much.  And with moving out of my parents’ house I was suddenly facing additional financial burdens.  I vowed not to take out any Student Loans until I’m actually in a Nursing program.  I already have a degree so I’m ineligible for any grants.  The burden of tuition has all been on me.  So a delay of a year seemed like a good idea.  I decided to use that year off to fulfill the prerequisites for the MCC ADN program  That way I’d have a back up plan if I didn’t get into GVSU.

We ended up in Sparta, because it was cheaper than living in Grand Rapids.  It also put me part way between Muskegon and Grand Rapids, which seemed like a good compromise since I wasn’t one hundred percent sure where I would be going to school.

Moving to Sparta felt like a bad move from the beginning.  I kept trying to reassure myself it was the best decision, but it didn’t feel like it.  We’re in an apartment building that I wouldn’t quite call rundown, but it’s definitely seen better days.  Our apartment looks like all the other ones in the building, very beige and blah.  I remember the day I got my keys and went in to look around.  I felt this wave a depression sweep over me as I moved from room to room.  I don’t like apartments as a general rule and had vowed to never live in one with Annelise, but here we were.

I signed the lease in June, but we didn’t start living here until September.  Over the summer I would stay here on days I worked, and very slowly I moved the things from our storage unit and my parents house so that it could be ready for us when Annelise started school in the fall.  As I was unpacking and putting things away I found myself chanting this mantra, “You will be happy here.”  I knew I could let the situation overwhelm me or I could choose to be happy in this space.  I decided we would be happy here.

I began to feel better as the space filled with our things.  Things that had been sitting in storage for the past year.  At first it felt awkward.  These were the things from our Roanoke house.  Almost all of them had been bought to fit our little house on Maiden Lane, and now they felt out of place in this apartment.  It felt kind of silly to put up the bookcase and unpack all the boxes of books.  I was only planning to be here a year and I would never read them in that time.  But as I put them on the shelves it felt like I was becoming reacquainted with old friends, so I’m glad they’re sitting there even if they won’t get read and I’ll just be boxing them up again in the Spring.  I hung pictures on the walls and very gradually this space became ours.

We hit a rough spot financially in August and September.  Since I wasn’t working full time, I was only paid when I worked, no paid time off.  I had scheduled some time off in August, but on top of that I was called off about half my shifts.  With less money coming in and the added expense of the apartment we went under very fast.   I have found that financial insecurity will send me hurtling toward anxiety and depression fasting than anything else.  By mid September I was in a very bad place.  I made the difficult decision to prioritize work over school and accepted a full time position so that I could at least stabilize my income.  Things have gotten better since then.  It means taking longer to finish school and I probably will have to go the ADN to RN to BSN route rather than getting my BSN right away which wasn’t what I wanted.   But without financial stability it’s unlikely I would have been able to keep going anyways.

There are some bad days.  And the bad days tend to be really bad.  But over all life has been good in Sparta.  We don’t know anyone, so we keep to ourselves a lot.  Annelise loves her school and has friends there.  I’m busy with work and school.  And on the days when were home it’s just her and I.  The year we lived with my parents caused a little bit of a disconnect between us.  This time alone has fixed that and then some.  I feel like we have grown even closer.  We spend our weekends riding bikes and going to the park.  And we have a lot of game and puzzle nights.

There have been many times the past few months when I’ve thought about dropping out of school and just living.  Not because school is so bad, but because just living is so good.  I love being a mom and doing the mom things.  I think that if it weren’t for the fact that we live in an apartment, I’d be very happy with our life now.  But then I think about the big picture and how if I want to eventually be in a place where I can focus on being “mom” I need to get out of Sleep and off third shift.  I need to have more earning potential to give us a better future.  So we trudge onward.

I had started to put together a plan to move back to Virginia, because if were going to “just live” that’s were I want to do it.  But the reality is that that is not going to happen.  We made a quick trip to Roanoke over the weekend and I began to realize that Roanoke is very much like an ex boyfriend.  It didn’t work for us there.  I had to make a change and I did.  But now that we’re a ways out from that, I question the decision.  Was it really that bad?  Could we have made it work?  And I keep going back for these hook ups, and entertaining the idea that we can somehow still make it work.  I realized last weekend that at least for now we can’t go back.  I don’t have work there.  School is twice as expensive there. And no matter how much I want to be in Roanoke, I have to think about our future and that means finishing school.  The easiest way for me to do that is here.  So barring some major change of fortune we’re staying in Michigan.

I was determined to be happy in Sparta, and I think that we are.  I hate the apartment, other than that we are happy.  We are outdoors people.  I want Annelise to be outdoors.  She’s at an age when I should be able to just send her outside to play, but being in a third floor apartment has made that difficult.  I try to get us both out as much as possible, but I still feel like we spend too much time inside.  I want us to be in a house, with a yard and maybe a garden.  Annelise wants a “fetch” dog.  Tonight she said, “I think next Christmas we’ll be in a house.”  I hope so baby.  But where?  We’re here until June, and then I’m not sure where we’ll go.  I hate moving.  I hate moving her.  She’s had three different homes and three different schools in as many years.  Next year she starts Kindergarten.  If it’s going to take me two to three more years to finish up school, I want to plant us somewhere that can be home, but I haven’t figured out where that is yet.

Right now things are peaceful.  The bills are paid.  There are presents under the tree.  And we’re looking forward to some fun events this winter.  I’m trying hard not to stress about what comes next.  But most likely when next Christmas rolls around we’ll be unpacking the decorations in yet another home and I’ll have another plan for our future.  Hopefully we’ll still be moving forward, getting closer to the end goal and where ever we are we’ll be happy.