About spacemom

My name is Nance. I have two girls and I work on the science operations team for a NASA satellite. I write about my kids, life, and my battles with depression here.

Thoughts of Figure Skating Parent

First, I’d like to say thank you for the comments on the last post and please forgive my quick and dirty comparison of religions. It was not meant to offend anyone, just my experiences.

Luna is my skater. She loves skating. ABSOLUTELY FRICKEN LOVES SKATING. She has passed the first 5 basic levels of the US Figure Skating Association. She is *almost* done with Basic 6 and she is half way through Basic 7-8. She has 2 coaches. They share teaching her, one is old school and tough and the other is warm and fuzzy. They both are great coaches and I am thrilled they are working with Luna.

My challenge is being the parent. To watch a 7 year old deal with the maturity that 10 year olds have trouble doing. She hasn’t finished Basic 6 for 2 skills that she is having trouble. These are important skills and she can DO them, but not to her Tuesday coach’s satisfaction. Luna thinks she needs to rush through the badges. I am trying to convince her not to rush, but to work on making her skills better. That’s hard for a 7 year old to comprehend.

I am trying to be calm and patient. She is frustrated with her Tuesday (the old school coach), but personally, we like the discipline that this coach brings. Luna will get to her place at her pace. I need to remind both of us that this isn’t a race. She forgets since her Friday coach lets her play with some of the jumps (she can do a Slochow, half flip, and is trying an Axel), but she needs to master the basics first.

The comment on my last post about Luna blowing off her coach was a misunderstanding. However, she is making her coach a card to remind herself how much her coach does for her.

I suck as a parent

Yep, you read that right. I suck as a parent.

In October, I was going through that breathing issues crap. At the same point, we were trying to get Luna into more ice skating lessons. She was planning to meet with a coach on Tuesday afternoons, after school. Suddenly, I realized we needed more than the school after care. I managed to hire an afterschool sitter/driver.

Our interview was the day after I had the anaphylatic reaction to contrast dye. I was very wiped out and resting on our couch. It was also the start of Snowtober. She was prompt, as her references indicated she would be, and she was a tad older than I expected. I would say she was in her late 50s. She was very polite and straight forward. C had raised 5 children, one who was premature and had learning disabilities, and was looking for this sort of part time work. She had firm expectations on the kids. I was concerned about her being too firm, so we tried to lay out a good routine.

From the start, both girls challenged her. There have been days when I find out that Soleil totally ignored her and left trash on the ground just to see what C would do. This is behavior that I don’t condone, but I think we may have contributed.

You see, I was raised in a Christian household. Dr. Jay was raised in a Jewish household. Okay, no big deal, right? Well, no. Christians are raised to believe. You follow the rules. You listen to authority, especially the big guy. You don’t question what the Bible teaches, you adapt your life to Christianity. Judaism? Well now, that is different. Some Jewish heroes question G-d. By questioning, you learn. Don’t follow blindly. Read and interpret the Torah. Take a Torah reading and 3 Jews and you have 3 different interpretations. Question, think, reason, fit. Very different.

We are raising our girls to think, question and reason. I am trying very hard to instill respect. Really really really. I was recently visiting another blogger. I made a comment about respectful arguing. The daughter looked at me and asked how you do that. So I explained that just because a rule is there by us, the parents, we do allow the girls to respectfully argue the rule. An example would be “No feet on the table”. Soleil’s arguments have been, “Mom, I am much more comfortable with putting my feet up when I eat” My argument back is “Soleil, feet pick up a ton of germs, some kids (LUNA’s) feet smell, and it is not socially acceptable to put your feet on the table.” I enforce the rule, but I explain it. The daughter stopped and thought about this. When her mom told her to not put her feet on the chair, the first reaction was a whine. Then the daughter stopped and said “Wait, I’m going to argue nicely. Mom, I like my feet on the chair. Can I stay this way?” Her mom laughed and said no because it could ruin the chair, but then we both praised her for not just whining, but instead thinking through the problem. I am not sure my friend appreciated my view, because authority starts to diminish with questioning.

We allow questioning. Our parents claim “everything is a negotiation.” Our response is “No, when they try to negotiate, the answer can be no, you do it our way.” I find many adults find questioning authority to be disrespectful. I don’t. I feel you can respectfully question authority. You need to question the request or order, not the person. When you get the explanation, you can’t answer with “that’s stupid” and you do need to stop and follow through if the person says so. We’ve done this multiple times with the girls. It’s hard and not consistent. It means that sometimes you change your mind and other times you need to say no.

I got an email from our sitter last night. The line that hurt was from her about the girls:

I am not viewed as an authority figure – at best, I am viewed as a peer – at worst, I am viewed as a servant.

Dr. Jay reminded me that C is quite old school and would assume any questioning of authority is an affront, but still, it hurt and my parenting feels questioned.

This is why I suck as a parent. It’s hard to raise our children to think and question, yet be respectful at the same time. I need to work on the respect more. Part of this is also school. We’ve had a rough year with Soleil in school with respecting her teacher. This is just further evidence that we need to stress respect.

How do you teach respect in your house?

When I grow up…

Do you remember those long summer days when you spent all of your time outside? I would traipse through the woods with my friend Amy and we would come up with tons of things to do. We were pre-teens and having fun with life. The whole world was ahead of us and we knew what we would do when we grew up. I would become a world famous astronomer. She was going to be a marine biologist. We would be friends forever and live the good life.

I will admit that the summer days are not as long in New England as they were in Western New York. The woods have a very different feel here than where I grew up. I used to know what my life would be, but now that I am 40, I don’t know any more.

I never really knew what the life of a scientist meant. I never knew how hard this field could be. I never realized how slanted it is against women. I never realized that most men question their own abilities in the sciences too. I didn’t know that money to pay for the field comes from taxpayers who like the pretty pictures and amazing news articles. They like watching Brian Cox and Phil Plait and Neil DeGrasse Tyson, but they don’t like to spend money on science. Let’s do other things first.

As I approach mid-life (at least I am planning on living 90), I realize I am less sure of what I am going to do than I ever was. I am in the process of starting something new. I am trying to raise 2 strong girls, yet I read a story today that showed 100 women with and without their makeup and how “horrible” they looked. How do we accomplish all of these things?

I have mentioned on facebook, but not here, that I am preparing for a half-marathon. After all of my health issues in October, I am doing this. I am up to 7.2 miles. I need to get to 13.1 miles. That’s still pretty far. I know I might not complete the race, but I want to try. I am getting to a point where I understand that it is okay to fail. Really, truly, okay to fail. The fact that I can run for almost 2 hours straight is a huge statement.

What do I want to be when I grow up? I don’t know. I’ll let you know when I get there.

Hi! Is anyone still out there?

I have been so busy, I haven’t written much lately.
I went to the AAS meeting in Austin Texas and had a blast, but more importantly, I got the RBT off the ground. I had many people interested in it and I HOPE it does take off. I am annoyed because the website didn’t get up in time, but hopefully soon.

In other news, I am trying to come up with some topics to write about. My head is full and I want to write, but I never seem to have time. Maybe time is a good thing to write about.

Onward and upward!

Why this time of year is tough.

Yes, that is a statement, not a question.
The end of the calendar year is difficult. Then we have the end of the school year. Then the start of the school year.

There is no end, nor beginning. We have created these crazy, artificial marks for reasons that are old and behind us all. Does it really matter that I am 40 today and 41 in April? Or that my children at 9.46 and 7.49 instead of 9.5 and 7.5? Time is such a strange concept.

I was once told that time was human perception and it was a way to prevent our brains from experiencing everything at once…

I think it is failing right now!

Nibbled

“Quack”
I looked around the kitchen, rather surprised to hear a duck while doing the dishes. He stood on the other side of the dishwasher door, his fine green head tilted at me.
Okay, a duck. In my kitchen.
“Quack”
He cocked his head sidewise and stared at me. This was not what I had been thinking about. In fact, I had been thinking about Luna. She’s been ice skating a bit lately and she has an expo this weekend. We forgot about the date and scheduled something else at the same time. Crap.
“Quack, Quack”
What the hell? Now there were two ducks staring at me. Where did the other one come from? Besides, I don’t have time for this! I also have to get Soleil to her hockey practice. She’s really getting it down now, this who hockey goalie stuff. If we could only work on her focus. She has trouble focusing at school too. It’s really becoming a problem.
“Quack”"Quack”"Quack”
The original drake hopped up on the dishwasher door. Brave bastard. Where did that other duck come from? And the others? There’s 4 ducks standing in my kitchen. The dog is outside. I should go get her. She’ll scare the ducks away, but she is such a scared dog. I am so glad that she did well at the pet hotel this trip. I worry about the next trip. We’ll be gone longer. Does she miss us? Does she think we’ll be leaving her forever?
“QUACK!”
Wow!Simultaneous quack!I didn’t know ducks could do that. Holy hell? They are multiplying faster than I can think and three of them are now perching on the top rack of the dishwasher. Can ducks actually perch? I mean, the webbed feet and all. Damn, I need to actually walk the dog today. Poor thing. And email. I have a bunch of emails to send out for the data analysis project. Too many things!
“QUACK, QUACK, QUACK, QUACK!”
Okay, this is getting surreal. The ducks are taking over my kitchen, they get are getting braver and braver and I can’t get to the broom closet right now to scare them away. Oh, right, I have to sort through the drawers and pull out the extra clothes that the girls don’t fit in anymore. I can’t believe how fast they are grow…OUCH! That damn duck just bit me! Well, more of a nibble than a bite, but STILL! OW!
The room is now filled with ducks all creating a cacophony of quacks. They all move closer and I can see now that every thought of every task I need to complete brings another duck into existence. They advance with those brown and orange beaks nipping, biting, pecking. I am quickly drowning in a sea of water fowl and destroyed by all the things I need to do in my life.
And that is how I was nibbled to death by ducks.

Trying to get back to posting.

I am trying hard to get back to the posting on a regular basis thing. It’s hard.

After being all out of sorts last week, I am feeling better. I did 2 runs this weekend. One was a 2 mile run! Woot! I have these two wild and crazy friends who are running a half marathon at Disney in Feb. I am debating joining them. There’s a 5 K in town on Thanksgiving, so I am going to try that.

As for the health issue? WHO THE FUCK KNOWS? Even before the anaphylaxis, I was starting to breath better. Since being pumped full of steroids? Yeah, I’m fine. Go figure. I see a pulmonary specialist in December.

Unfortunately, my attempt to lose 10lbs in 10 weeks will fail since the first 3 weeks I was immediately covered under health issues. Crap. I will keep working on it!

Sigh…. Yeah, this isn’t the best post, but let me work back up to posting.

And this is where I wonder on the state of our country

If you haven’t heard about the Penn State sexual abuse case yet, you either live in rural Connecticut where they are still trying to get power back or you are in a media free zone. Go Google it if you haven’t heard.

Now that we are all on the same page, I need to share my disgust. 

  1. Dear Penn State: Why? Why did you not fire this guy back when the first allegation was made? Or at least stopped him from being with kids? You knew in 1998 that he was, at best, showering with boys on campus and at worst, having anal sex with boys on campus. What parts of this did you think would end by telling him to not shower with kids?
  2. Dear Mike McQueary: Really? at 28 you didn’t have the balls to do the right thing? Instead of calling the police, you chose to cover your own ass and tell Joe Pa. You should have stepped into the showers and stopped him. Taken the kid to the hospital. Gotten him help. Yet you waited. Many other kids suffered because of this. I am sorry you have to live with this decision the rest of your life.
  3. Jerry Sandusky: Go rot in jail. I don’t care if you are hetero or homo sexual. YOU DON’T BRING YOUR SEX TO KIDS! PERIOD! I hope you believe in a god so you can suffer the rest of your life for what you did to kids.
  4. Dear Penn State Student who rioted: How can you really act this way over football? FOOTBALL? Kids have been destroyed. And you turn it into a riot over football? Get over yourselves. I feel like an old bitchy lady, but seriously, BUCK UP and understand what your lovely university has done.
  5. NCCA: Wow. You will take away championships for teams where players sell their stuff, but when a true crime is committed you say "Not Football". Shame on you. Shame.

 

To be honest, the worst part of this entire scandal is that the culture of sports took over the moral and civil obligation to take care of those in our society who can’t take care of themselves. As long as there are people who think there was nothing done wrong on Joe Paterno’s part, we have failed. He should have done more. He has a son. What if it was his kid.?
Why is there a defense of "He only knew about one"? Isn’t one child rape enough?

This is the article every single Penn State student who rioted should read. And then they might understand why we are disgusted.

In a funny place

I am neither out the door, nor completely at work right now. I haven’t got a new place to go. I am not ready to give up my salary, nor my contact with adults, but I am barely holding it together at work. I don’t feel right here anymore.

I can’t give too many details in a public post, but let’s just say burn-out can apply across the board. I need to get out of this position. I am planning to hawk the new RBT in January and that both feels really far away and really close.

We had a dinner party, surprise birthday party for Crazy H on Saturday. Wow. I didn’t know anyone at the party. It was as if she traded all of her friends in for new ones. That was very odd to me and kind of sad. A few years ago, she set a few bridges on fire. I was never clear if she actually burnt them, or saved them, but judging from the people at the dinner, I would say she burnt several. The bridge with me is damaged, but I am just careful not to go out too far. We decided to offer a Thanksgiving dinner as neither of us have family in the area and we don’t get the time off for travel. I hope that will be a nice day.

I started running this weekend. I hope to get out tonight and do more. My shins hurt like mad and my trainer explained what I was doing wrong. Now I need to fix it. I am getting together with my friends in Florida in Feb. Two are running the Disney half marathon and I have said I might do it to. So I am going to go from not running, to a 5K on Thanksgiving to a 13.1 miles in Feb. Um, sure?

I am still a medical enigma. After the anaphylaxis, I have no more breathing troubles. This is odd and crazy. I have pulmonary appointments in December and clotting appointments this week.

So, I wait in my funny place. Life is…what it is

What-ober?

Please forgive my radio silence. October was a crazy month and it has just flown right into November. My bullet style will be more like paragraph style, so again, please forgive me, oh FUCK IT, it’s my blog, I can update when I can.


  • Health: Has been poor. I noticed 3-4 weeks ago that I was having some trouble breathing when I was exercising. I made a note of that and that my right leg had been sore. A week later, I was on the phone while walking the dog and sucking wind. That is not right. So I told Dr. Jay and he suggested that I go get a check up. My mom has a clotting disorder and she has had two pulmonary embolisms(PE). Yeah, let’s not do that. I went and saw a PA who ended up sending me to the ER to get checked for PE. At the time, it was frustrating and funny. The medical shorthand for shortness of breath is SOB and I found it hysterical that I was an SOB. The hospital’s blood test for clotting came back negative, so they sent me home despite my clear lack of air.  The next day, I set up a new primary care doctor and had a new appointment. Turns out the clotting test at the doctor’s office was positive, negative at the hospital and then positive again. Sigh At this point, I have had chest pains (more pulmonary rather than cardiac), an appointment with a hematologist (and a future appointment for a platelet study), a CT chest scan with contrast dye to rule out PE (yes! I was clear, so I am not going to die today), and I have 2 more appointments set up. Of course, I am allergic to contrast dye, so we did pre-emptive steroids. Doesn’t matter, I still went into anaphylatic shock. They called Dr. Jay and refused to tell him what was wrong except that they had to call code blue (thanks…), so he was terrified that I was dying from clotting. No, just a massive poison we put directly in my bloodstream. Sigh. To recap: no PE, still having trouble breathing and now totally wiped out from systemic anaphylatic shock.
  • Job: Yeah, October sucked because I had a bad job review. Quote from my supervisor "Mistakes can’t happen". At this point? Yeah, mistakes must happen. I am still looking for a new position and continuing on the RBT. I need to confirm that I can go to the January meeting in Austin. I haven’t registered yet.
  • Kids: Good and bad. We’ve had homework hell with Soleil and Luna tells us nothing about her school. Very frustrating. The sleep test came back that Luna has no sleep issues, so we are back to square one. This totally sucks because we don’t know what makes her brain tick. Why can’t she hear us sometimes? Does she have attention issues? Why is reading so hard for a kid who can do math like mad? I don’t know. Soleil was just at the doctor yesterday. We are starting testing for irritable bowel syndrome. Yes, my 9 year old may have IBS. Frick. Poor kiddo. We are looking into Celiac disease and a few other autoimmune issues as well.
  • Life: I am worn down. We just spent from Saturday night until this morning without power. We have to clean out the entire freezer and fridge. We’ve already called insurance so we can get a cheque to cover the food loss. Luna started skating lessons 2X a week, so we hired an after school sitter. It was a rather quick and half-assed method of hiring, but I think we have the right person. She gets to be with the girls with POWER today! That should be fun.
  • Writing: I will write more this month. I promise. But I need to figure out what is wrong with me. Why I am sick and how to get some sleep. Sigh.