And all the other stress that comes with periods of unknown
We're officially a million years into a case without a concrete timeline. I know there's nothing new to our struggle over here at the Zehring household. Anyone who's been in a period of waiting-- for a pregnancy, for wellness, for finality in a foster care case, for closure in a relationship-- knows that the limbo period is the worst. We also know, or at least many of us could say that this place of in-between is also where the growth happens.
All of this is true and Nick and I know this in our hearts, but it just doesn't make it easier.
So here I am, writing this all out and asking myself: in this space of foster parenting (insert all other challenges) how do we navigate the most fundamental part of this journey without becoming overwhelming inward focused and negative?
I just launched this beautiful mug-- and another in the original font-- and I couldn't be more thrilled to share this in my shop. If there's anything consistent about me and who I am, it is my love of coffee.
Coffee fueled my romance novel reading in High School, thesis writing in College, long hours at the office when I worked in politics, gave me an easy date night, and now gives me the energy I need to parent.
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Delegation and Communication Rule the Day
Nick and I used to fight every night around 7p after the littlest of kids were sleeping because I'd be getting ready for the next day while Nick was ready to relax.
I felt overwhelmed by the duties of the house and I hated when Nick asked how he could help. I remember thinking and probably in many instances muttering under my breath, "Oh, you know. You can help me with EVERYTHING I DO EVERY NIGHT."
It was stupid. The fighting was petty. The exhaustion is/was/(will always be) real. We really just needed to figure out how to better communicate.
I figured out that if I could label each individual task that needed to be done every night or before hosting friends or before a parent visit, the playing field could be leveled. Nick wouldn't have to ask how he could help and I could give him the opportunity without having to have a conversation about all of our nightly to-dos.
With magnetic popsicle sticks, I can put each to-do on the fridge each afternoon and by the time bedtime rolls around, both Nick and I can tackle the tasks 'listed.'
Here's what it looks like in real life.