Archive | November 2012

Trying not to suck

Work-wise, November is slower that I thought it would be.  I was first choice for that role I hoped to get, but they couldn’t make the schedule work.  Figures, once a year I go away, and that’s when somebody wants me for a good role.  Sigh.  I wouldn’t have made enough to warrant cancelling the trip, so… moving on.  I have a couple days of typing coming up so that’s something.  And of course, my little boy’s 3rd birthday.  He’s excited to have a party and invite his friends.  I’ve arranged to rent a place for his party as we don’t have the room to host one at home.

Hubby and are I getting along better, we’re both making more efforts to be gentler with one another.  I’m reaching out more, it’s tough, but I’m trying. One night I was freezing so I actually slept snuggled up next to him and he was absolutely delighted.  Such a simple thing but it meant so much to him.

I’m still dealing with a lot of anxiety when it comes to things like visiting my mum and staying at home all day with the Precious.  Seems like my little guy could spend all our rainy days just watching the Lion King and The Wild and playing with his cars.  I have to practically drag him out of the house on non preschool days.  Correction, I have to chase, yell, threaten to call dad, joke, negotiate, bribe him to get him to put on his boots and coat.  This can take anywhere from 10 – 20 minutes.  This means I’m supremely aggravated before 9 am in the morning.  Sigh. This child is designed to teach my patience apparently.  On occasion, I just pick him up like a sack of potatoes and put him in the car without shoes or a coat.  At least, he knows I’m not kidding around when I say we have to go.  He does not do this with his dad or his grandparents,oh, yes he saves this delightful game for mum.  It’s just routine he wants.    I kiss and hug him more and tell him how much I love him and I remind myself to lower my expectations of what I’d like to get done during the day (and in the order I’d like them done).

I  read a post the other day about a mother experiencing difficulty with her child wanting constant interaction with her.  Heck, I once even googled “my kid won’t leave me alone”  and found dozens of women who were desperate for answers.    I could understand, it can be overwhelming, parenting 24/7 can be mentally and physically taxing.   I  learned the importance of structure and routine and different ways of interacting.  For example,  I let my son help me make scrambled eggs, as long as I don’t micromanage the way he does it and accept that it will be messy.  I would prefer a brisk  1 hr walk through the woods with the dog with music in my ears, but that’s not going to happen, so we meander a couple of blocks and walk through a local boardwalk through a bog.  I have also let my son know that everyone (including the dog) needs quiet time.  Most people find it quite distressing to be physically tugged on most of the day.  I haven’t met a mum yet who has not admitted eagerly anticipating naptime or bed time or to clock watching, waiting for hubby to come home.

Then I remind myself that  no matter how depressed or miserable I feel on any given day, I am still responsible for loving the heck out that little boy, and not just in the way that it is easy for me to do, but in the way that he needs.  In my core, I can recall my childhood need for unconditional love, and suddenly it is crystal clear to me that  hormonal mood swings, fatigue or anxiety can make my days seem like I’m walking through water so I need to take care of myself as well.   Still considering meds and when I get more money, I’ll go back to counselling.

My sisters or I did not grow up in a loving, peaceful atmosphere.  We were not encouraged to show our true feelings, we were to be seen and not heard for the most part.  My parents did the best they could, but they were busy working and trying not to get crushed by the man.  But my mother fought to give her girls the best she could.  She was a fighter.  Oh, yes, I witnessed her degradation and her breakdowns, but I also saw her get up every time.  She kept all my crappy artwork and threw me birthday parties.  Right up until the time she had a stroke, she would call me on my birthday and sing me happy birthday.

So I owe it to myself and to my kid to try and do better every day.  I kinda hate being smooched and hugged as my husband’s family can attest.  It drives me nuts that they gotta give cheery good mornings and hugs and kisses before bed time or when they walk out of the door.  My family barely touches each other even when we say goodbye at airports.  But I smile when Boo walks in the room and I hold his hand when we cozy up together and I kiss him even after he’s stepped on my last nerve.  As a matter of fact, this has also been related to me as Buddhist guidance for my husband.  Mmmm. I’m not going to lie, I’m no Suzy Homemaker.  I don’t find creativity in all things domestic, unless it’s a domestic red if you know what I mean.  I am however, finding creative ways to be present in my parenting, staying true to my word and cutting myself some slack.

Anniversary R&R

First of all, I have to let you know that DH went to my counsellor with me to discuss us going away.   Not sure how that happened, but it did and that was a good thing.  I had such anxiety about going away with him.  Considering how last year anniversary trip went, I was not all that enthusiastic about it.  I was kind of freaking out really.  I was trying to be upbeat, but it was difficult to let go of the worry.  The counsellor helped us to listen to one another using the Imago method.  It sounds so cliched and hokey to look at each other and use “I” sentences and repeat back what the other person said, but it does require patience and you can’t just heap on the you always, you never, you should crap with an objective party in the room.  It did help to release some of the tension and clear away false expectations on both sides.

I really did enjoy my time in Palm Springs.  Our first time.  I can’t believe I’m at the age where I actually thought Palm Springs was a good place to visit, but it was. One plus it has is that it’s only 2.5 hours from here, then you basically walk out from the gate, walk 2 minutes to get our luggage and turn around and pick up your rental car.  We were at the hotel in under 45 minutes from the plane landing.  I had two naps the day we arrived.  I put on my outrageously expensive swimsuit and lay down poolside and promptly fell asleep.  Then we moved to our room and we had another nap before dinner.  Then we had a lovely dinner and came back and slept 9 hours.  I can’t believe how tired we both were.

We stayed at a family run motel.  The one thing I did do was choose where we stayed.  casual, retro, comfortable and unpretentious.  There’s not that much to do other than shop and eat.  We did both.  And somewhere in between, we just took steps to being closer to one another.  We made it clear to one another that we were still in it together.  It was awesome to be able to have a conversation without being constantly interrupted by a toddler, even an adorable one.

DH found a beautiful, romantic restaurant for our anniversary dinner.  The service and the food were fantastic.  I even found myself uncharacteristically in the hot tub by the end of the night.  Note to self, do not drink champagne in a hot tub and expect to be without a headache at 5am.   Of course, no trip is complete without a 5 hour soujourn to an outlet mall.  I picked up a few things, but oddly DH could not find a pair of jeans or a pair of shorts (poor guy has been wearing the same two pair for about 3 years now).  I could have used a wee bit more time, but it was a welcome respite from the every day routines.

For the record, I did not give my husband a gift.  Or even a card (though he did give me one).  Ooops.  I was just so anxious about the whole thing it slipped my mind.  We agreed that this trip was present enough.   I doubt I would have found a card that expressed the sentiments found on a simple walk around a desert mountain at 8000 ft.

November could be a good month

I booked a gig on a new series. Just a day.   Can’t tell you which one yet, let’s just say it’s based on an old scary movie with Anthony Perkins.  There’s no press on it yet, but I’m sure you’ll hear about it soon enough.  First one I ever booked off a tape.  And yes, it was a nurse part.  I swear that’s going to be my epitaph:  Played one too many nurses.  I shot it on Monday and I have to say it was a pretty good day.  I stayed focused, listened to the director and tried to not to trip on the furniture.  Yes, it was one of those scenes that could get cut, but the pay was so good so I can’t complain.  The atmosphere was very professional and no one mistook me for an extra, so that’s always a plus.  Hubby took the day off and stayed with the Precious.  It was just so good to work again, I can’t tell you how great that felt.  And I also heard I was up for another good role, but of course, it starts shooting when I go away. I’m hoping I can still do it. I asked my agent why is it that I can stay home and be available for months on end and not get one job, but the second I book a trip, that’s when I get shortlisted for a part.

Yes, we’re going away. Hubby thought it would be good for us to go away for our 11th wedding anniversary.  So we ended up choosing Palm Springs as nearby place to rest and relax for 3 days. The thought of sleeping in and having a cup of coffee in peace is making me salivate.