SuperIma Sunday Check-in

Hello SuperImas! It's that time of week again, where we check in to report on what we've adjusted in the past week to bring a little bit more sanity to our lives, and what our plan is for the coming week.  I really believe that without a plan to accomplish something, it will never happen.  So, this is my self-imposed accountability.

 How was your week and your (hopefully) long weekend?

I've been feeling rather spoiled the past couple of weeks, because David's had two three-day weekends in a row, meaning I've been able to have real adult conversations all day long for an extra day each week.  I'm going to be really sad to see that go.

Last week I told you about some health concerns I've been having.  To recap, I thought I had the stomach flu three times in three weeks.  By the third time, I was getting a little suspicious.  What's going on can be summed up by: persistent nausea, which is angered by eggs, coffee, and anything remotely fatty. Oh, and upper stomach pain.  And now right shoulder pain.  My own Ima said that sounded like gall bladder issues, so I thought, What the Hell?  and started following a "gall-bladder diet" - basically, no fat, except for a teaspoon at a time.  And guess what?  I feel loads better, still slightly nauseous at all times, but nothing debilitating.  Except for this morning when I snagged a tortilla chip without thinking and wanted to die for an hour afterwards.

Still, I'd like to be able to eat with confidence again, so I'm seeing the doc tomorrow at 8.  Keep your fingers crossed for me that there is actually something he can diagnose and I don't walk out of there with the doctor all, "Keep your psychosomatic ridculousness to yourself you crazy old bat" and me all, "My stomach really does hurt, and also I'm only 28 years old, jerkface!"

I'm posting quite late in the day because I got up, dawdled for an hour or so, did my cardio, got Ashi a haircut, took the boys grocery shopping, chopped veggies for two weeks worth of meals (minestrone, cholent, and lentil soup), made Nesi some baby food (yes I know she's too big for purees but she likes them and she's my tiny sweet baby so I'm going to give in on this one thing for now) cleaned up the kitchen, and organized the pantry.  And, I guess, here we are at 4:00.

So I sat down to write this post and I decided to check in on this lady whose blog I've been following for years and years.  She is seriously hilarious, as in she often makes me laugh so hard I cry, which is actually kind of hard to do.  And she doesn't even know I exist, but since she's from Ohio we're basically best friends, because that's how Ohioans roll.  Anyway, she was pregnant with twin girls, was experiencing some preeclampsia, and delivered them a few days ago.  And so so SO sadly, she lost one of them.  Like I said, I don't even know this family, but my heart is so broken for them.  I read her post and seriously hugged all three of my babies for a solid 20 minutes after.

About 30 times this past week, Asher's pulled all the cushions off all the sofas and made a "bird's nest" with them in the middle of the living room floor.  And each and every time he's called out, "Ima bird?  Do you want to come sit in my bird's nest with me?"  And usually I'm cleaning, or I'm typing, or I'm replying to emails.  So I say, "In just a second, Ashi bird."  But most times, I don't ever make it over there.  But on Friday I climbed into the nest of pillows and cuddled up with him and Rami, and they were so, so happy.  And we all fell asleep there, in the middle of the living room, at 11:00 AM.  It was pretty much the sweetest thing ever, and it made me feel sad that I don't say "okay" more often.  I really want my kids to remember the times I snuggled up with them in their pillow forts more than I want them to remember that the kitchen floor was always clean.  Hanging out with them like that was really good for my soul, not just because it gave me the warm fuzzies but because it gave me the real chance to appreciate my babies and this time in their lives.

 So this week my SuperIma resolution is to let the housework go in one small way every day and spend that time hugging my kids.  (Notice I didn't say "let my me-time go, because that wouldn't be good at ALL.)  Not only for me, but for all the Imas out there who have babies that they will never get to hug and play with on the floor when they're toddlers, and who would think I'm nuts for turning down even one bird's nest request.

You don't know me and I don't know you, Jenn, but my Ima's heart is crying for you.  I'm so, so sorry.

How about the rest of you out there, SuperImas?  What are you letting slide a bit to make some time to take care of yourself this week?  And what crazy me-things are you going to do?