Transitions. Or, Who Moved My Macaroni and Cheese?!

I bet you all thought I had abandoned my blog after two weeks of silence. I wouldn't blame you if you abandoned me in return. If you still subscribe or follow me on other social media then you saw me reappear over the weekend.

I'm back, but things are different. Change is coming folks and I have been busy bracing for it. And, no, I'm not pregnant.

As an adolescent nothing filled me with more anxiety and dread than unexpected change: divorce, death, the birth of yet another sibling. I felt helplessly and hopelessly at the whim of the adults in charge who constantly sprung big changes on me without so much as a warning and never bothered to ask me how I was handling all the upheavals in my little world.

The constant seismic shifting made me into an adult who is very sensitive to change. I hate daylight savings, and I don't like the change in seasons! It would be springtime all year if it were up to me. Planning, preparation, predictability are my good luck charms. I can handle change as long as I am given advanced notice and I have time to ease into it. Better yet, I am golden if I have say in it.

So much is about to change that I had to pause to make sure my kids were ready for the transitions. The biggest change is my return to the workforce. I have been talking to Marlie about this in a casual way in an effort to make it as seamless as possible. This, after all, is the child you freaked out when I switched her toothpaste. As I got dressed for an interview last Friday she asked me if I was going to work. I don't think she has ever seen me wearing business attire. I was thrilled that she accepted me out of my mommy clothes and I let out a sigh of relief that the idea of me going to work seemed natural to her. But then again, nothing in her life has been displaced so far since I haven't been hired yet. I still take her to school, pick her up, make her dinner every weeknight, chauffeur her to play dates and activities. Will she still be as good-natured when we have to give up our standing Friday play date? Or when she is eating left overs?

Desmond is taking the changes the hardest and rightfully so. Last Monday, he started his transition into child care. The school requires a trial period to gauge his readiness. I stay with him during this time as he gets used to the new faces and surroundings. It's been slow going, but he is staying longer each visit while I watch him from the observation room. On top of all this, he has spent the entire night, every night since last Monday in his crib instead of curled up next to me. It's been rough going, but his daddy dutifully goes in and massages him back to sleep each time he wakes up and starts to cry. It doesn't help that he has a cough waking him up frequently. I am thinking maybe I should let him co-sleep again until he's settled at preschool. It's a lot for a baby to adapt to.

Lastly, this blog is going to undergo some changes. For one, I don't feel the need to make weekly reports on the kids anymore now that they are 1 and 3.7. I would love to write more anecdotal posts about them that tell stories versus quick updates. I am aching to make this blog a journal again. I am envisioning less reviews/giveaways and maybe even a move to WordPress with a re-design. I am still thinking it through so it's not going to happen overnight.

So, that is what's been going on. Lots of change to look forward to, but I am ready.