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Life After Perfect

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I can’t relax in chaos. While Hayden looks relatively comfortable kicked back next to a pile of clean laundry with a cold beer and the remote, I would have an anxiety attack. Sitting there, next to something that should be done right now. I can relax after the garbage is out, the kitchen is clean, the toys are tidy, and the floors are vacuumed. It’s the most lame compulsion ever.

I HATE HATE HATE “drop by” guests. Not because I don’t love seeing family and friends, but because I am a ball of nerves with someone in my house and a sink full of dirty dishes.  Hell, I hate when the UPS guy needs a signature because I’m not wearing a bra or lipstick and Harvey has a ketchup mustache.  It’s so dumb. I know, no one actually cares. I’m aware.

And I’m working on it. I’m pretty sure it’s hereditary – that dangerous combination of nature and nurture – the hardest habit to break. But I’m trying to let it go. In the name of fun and sleep and mental health. I can’t do it all the time, but some days I have been able to surprise myself and…let a neighbor come over without first washing the sliding glass door. Baby steps. Baby steps to not breaking out the Murphy’s oil soap. Baby steps to not giving a fuck.

Mostly because, I can’t anymore. Like, I CAN’T. Those people who said I would find four kids to be as easy as three were clearly just trying to keep my spirits up. In my experience, four is incredibly hard…or maybe it’s just their ages.  I can barely deal with the hormones of high-school, 4th grade soccer and before-school choir practice, a toddler who has adopted the alter-ego of Constantine… “the world’s most dangerous frog”…in order to justify bad behavior like locking our cat in a gulag (goo-yawg), and a 10-month-old who has the core strength of Rocky training for his fight with Ivan Drago.

“No, Miss Piggy, (yeah, that’s me) the wooorld’s moooost dangerous froooog doesn’t take naps.” Greaaat. (Image credit – Disney Enterprises)

So, I’m focusing on kids, finishing grad school, and play. And trying to care less about the things no one cares about but me anyway. We’ve been busy and having a good time. I can’t believe it’s been three weeks since I last posted anything… I’ve missed these little chestnuts.  Here’s what we’ve been up to lately.

(But really, can we all agree to make play dough, not beds? Because if you do it too, I won’t feel so guilty. Don’t change out of your pajamas. Order pizza even though you just went grocery shopping. Consider lazy a compliment-worthy achievement.)

Mountain high life
Mountain high life and a special pay phone. Trust me.
Strolling with my homie, Art in the Park, Harvey (aka the world's most dangerous frog) with his masterpiece, the Lightening Dragons mid-field, #5
Strolling with my homie, Art in the Park, Harvey (aka the world’s most dangerous frog) with his masterpiece, Lightning Dragons mid-fielder, #5
Hyde Park Street Fair with Ang and Sara et al
Hyde Park Street Fair with Ang and Sara and beers and unsupervised children (not mine!) and people walking on stilts and hippies and music and fire.

 

The Yos

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it’s only by this meeting that a new world is born.  ~Anais Nin

I’m a lucky gal for many reasons, but I feel especially fortunate to have lots of good lady-friends.  Work friends, school friends, political friends and old friends. This last group of women (Amy, Meg, Sara, and Ang) are known affectionately as the Yos…a name that can be traced back to a Yo-ex that confused Yo-Yo with Ya-Ya. He got the boot, but the name stuck.  I’ve known these Lovelies for nearly 20 years, ever since fate put Amy and me in the same dorm at University of Idaho back in Nineteen tickety-two. We  immediately recognized a kindred in one another, and lived together for the next three ridiculously fun, reckless, carefree, intoxicated/ing years on the Palouse in Moscow. Meg was a high-school friend of Amy’s who came to visit us often, Sara is Amy’s younger sister, and Ang was a friend of Sara’s from Boise.  Somehow, this ragtag group of five young ladies gravitated together and stuck like planets around the same star. Much like I assume we have done for countless millennia…(the Salem witch trials were intense, y’all, but we’re back!)

We’ve been together through a lot. Marriages, divorces, kids, pets, moves, jobs, sick parents, So.Many.Dudes… and mostly, belly laughs. And laughs and laughs and laughs. Although Sara and I have moved away and come back to Boise, Amy moved away permanently after getting married and returning to her roots in the Midwest. I guess she was sick of our bullshit. At least that’s what she said when she left. 😛 Since that time, at least once a year, we still get together for a week of debauchery and good, good times.

Amy arrived on Thursday and it’s been ON since then. Cocktails, BBQ, Yo Night (when we get together to cook and drink and judge), the FAIR forcryingoutloud, Sunday brunch. It always goes by too quickly, but we manage to squeeze every drop of joy out of the time we are together…enough to sustain us for another year.

<3 Love you forever, my darling YOs. XOXOXOXO <3

Western Idaho Fair. Yee-Haw! Thankful for Aunties that ride rides so I don't have to.
Western Idaho Fair. Yee-Haw! Thankful for Aunties that ride rides so I don’t have to put my life in the hands of carnies.
Bret's birthday & the family BBQ. And Phillis morally perverting my baby.
Bret’s birthday & the family BBQ. And Phillis morally perverting my baby.
Brunch and a sunburn (let this be a reminder to you). Don't drink Mimosas and float the river unless you have a designated sun-screener. Oops.
Brunch and a sunburn (let this be a reminder to you). Don’t drink Mimosas and float the river unless you have a designated sun-screener. Oops.
Yo Selfie 2014
Yo Midnight Selfie 2014

The Aunties

My boys are lucky enough to have two bio-Aunts (Hayden’s sister, Shauna and my sister, Robin) and four Aunties-in-love, my dear friends, Amy, Sara, Meg and Ang (known collectively as the Yos). We’ve been friends since before the boys were born; they hosted the baby showers and continue to enthusiastically spend many a child’s birthday drinking warm, expensive Coors Light at Chuck E. Cheese. They babysit on a moment’s notice, recently volunteered to teach Henry to drive (thanks, Ang!), and are generally my “village.”  Tonight, Sara came over for some pizza and gin on the patio. She has a very stressful and emotionally taxing job working as a legal advocate for children in some rough situations, so it’s nice when we can distract her with our chaotic (but relatively normal) familial shitshow. We visited while the kids climbed trees and fought over the soccer ball. When she left, Harvey said, “Saw-wah sure is a nice girl.” She sure is.

Baby whisperer
Sara – the baby whisperer