Thank you Washington Nationals!

Dear Washington Nationals Organization,

I am writing to you today, to tell you all thank you! Thank you for helping me share an experience with my children, that I thought we would never have.  

I should probably explain.

First of all, my husband and I both grew up huge baseball fans. Of course, we each had our own favorite teams that had good seasons and bad. However, just because we had our favorite teams, it didn’t mean we only attended those games. We enjoyed going to professional ball games because . . . well you know, for the love of the game! Whether it was the bleachers at Wrigley, the nose-bleed section of Shea Stadium, or the Dodger dogs in Los Angeles, we went for the fun. The love of baseball was something we shared with our children. Our son played ball for over ten years. My husband would help coach, spending hours playing catch with the children on the team, with our children, and many a weekend afternoon with the neighborhood children. Our youngest was only five days old when she attended her brother’s first t-ball game. My crew has kind of grown up around the little league ball field!

Although we could share the professional baseball experience with our son, (thank you for the Little League events at your stadium), we could only provide the Little League field experience for our middle daughter. You see, almost 11 years ago my daughter had her first allergic reaction to peanuts. Over time her allergy has gotten worse. She has even had contact allergic reactions. She and I both carry medication that can help her in the event of an allergic reaction, and even though we do, we go out of our way to avoid situations where a possible allergic reaction could occur. We have a completely peanut free home, we read ingredients labels for everything, and I will call ahead when we go to a new restaurant. The idea of taking her to a professional baseball game was akin to a living nightmare, filled with stress and anxiety of the highest levels . . . too many peanuts!

This is where you all come in. I found out late last year about the opportunity to sit in a peanut free section at Nationals Park. It sounded a bit too good to be true. So this spring, I checked your web site to see if I could find out more information. I followed your “Contact Us” link on your web site to send you a message to find out more about the peanut free section. Within two hours I had a response from Mike: All of the games that were going to have a peanut free section had already been sold out for the season, but would I like to be contacted if more became available? Absolutely. I received a message from Mike last week, that there was a peanut free section for the game on Labor Day, and there were extra tickets. Would I like to get them? After a discussion with my crew, I said yes.

When Monday rolled around, I have to say, I regretted buying the tickets. There were too many variables, and it suddenly seemed like the risk might be too great. Three children, one adult, and peanuts all over the stadium, except one cleared area. All sorts of what ifs raced through my mind.  Since my husband passed, I have done my best to step out of my comfort zone, and face new situations. This one took an amazing leap of faith in all the things I could not control!

Washington Nationals, you knocked this one out of the park! (Yes, pun fully intended). From my first contact with Mike and getting the tickets to actually attending the game, I could not be more impressed. From the ticket takers who helped direct us to the correct gate, the security people who welcomed us and directed us to our seats, to the folks at the concession stand for water . . . all of them were amazing! They provided great customer service, and went out of their way to help us. Also, a big thank you to the employees we did not see – the ones who cleaned the area for the peanut free section. I’m pretty sure I have never sat on such clean stadium seats! When we arrived at our seats, I took a look around the area, and actually breathed a sigh of relief, as I thought, yes, we could make it through a professional baseball game, and my daughter should be safe. It is not often that a bit of relief happens, and I had to hide tears from my children.

Thank you. Thank you so much for making such an accommodation for families that love the game, but otherwise would not be able to attend. We stayed for the entirety of the game, witnessed two home runs, multiple doubles, and all around a fun baseball game. In addition to the game, my daughter was able to enjoy the singing of the National Anthem, the running of the presidents, and the famous seventh inning stretch. Thank you. Without you all creating a safe space, these things would not have happened.

Seeing as this is the longest thank you note I have ever written, and I am not sure my words have accurately conveyed my appreciation, I will conclude with one more thank you.

Definitely Nationals Fans for Life,

Amy and crew

Wrapping up the year . . .

As we come to the end of another year, like many I know, I have grown reflective about what has happened during the course of the last 364 days. It has been a year of medical issues (so very thankful everyone is okay now), a year of change (I entered the dating world? How did that happen?), a year of gifts (time spent with loved ones), and a mystery.

Yes, a mystery . . .

About a month ago, I realized Christmas was rapidly approaching. This happened when my Mom called and asked, “What do the children want for Christmas? What do YOU want for Christmas?” Every year this conversation happens. It usually takes place in November, when the serious shopping and wrapping needs to take place. Thankfully, the children are still young enough, they usually create a list, that is easy to share with Mom. A list really makes our lives easier! As for me, the answer is usually, “well, hmmmm, I don’t really know. There is nothing I can really think of that I need. Whatever you find, I know I will love Mom.” Admittedly, I am a pain in the a** when it comes to stuff like this. Pretty sure my Mom won’t argue that point. It boils down to this, I used to be like my crew, and I would have a really long list of everything I absolutely had to have in order to keep going, but now as an adult, I really don’t like asking for things.

However . . . this year was different! When Mom asked the question, that I usually don’t have an answer for, I was prepared! The conversation went something like this:

Mom: Honey, what do you want for Christmas this year?

Me: This year I would really like a Garmin.

Mom: A what?

Me: A Garmin. It’s like a Fitbit, you know the things that count your steps and such, but I would prefer to have a Garmin. You can find them at just about any store, just like the Fitbit. I would wear it like a watch.

Mom: Okay then! A gift idea (I’m pretty sure there was a sigh of relief at this point that I had an answer!)

About a week later, on a Wednesday, as my panic of what am I getting my children for Christmas was kicking in, I was using the fabulous world of the internet to place some orders. My Mom called to discuss my Christmas gift. She wanted to make sure she had the correct information about what kind of Garmin I wanted. She had already been to five different stores, and all of them were sold out at the time! So I opened a new window to the internet to look up the exact one I wanted. I didn’t want to lose the items in “my cart” that contained Christmas gifts for my crew. After a detailed discussion, Mom apologized that it wouldn’t be much of a surprise for a Christmas gift, but she would make sure she had the correct item for me. I’m pretty sure I told her that would be okay, I was going to be thankful for the gift! We ended the conversation with me telling her, I really should finish placing the order I had open for my crew. I completed the order shortly after we said our love you, and talk to you later.

Fast forward to Monday. A box arrived from the store that I had used to place the order for the children. Because I was working, and because my children are always with me, the box sat, unopened until Wednesday. After everyone went to bed, I finally seized the moment to open the box to check that all three of the items I ordered were there, and that they were the correct ones.

When I opened the box, and took out the filler pieces of air, I had a moment, of “What in the world . . . “ Then a moment of, “what did I order?”

There, sitting on top of the three items I ordered, was a Garmin. Not just any one either, but the one I had told my Mom about. The one that I specifically wanted. I wondered if I had accidentally ordered it, so I pulled out the packing slip to see. There on the packing slip, the list only included three items. Not one of them was a Garmin. I turned on the computer and checked my online order. Only the three items for the crew were listed. What in the world had happened?

I called Mom. Talk about throwing someone for a loop . . . she had just found what I wanted about two hours prior to my phone call! She still had it in the car with her. We agreed, it’s just weird. Why would the only thing I asked for show up in this box?

I called a friend. I was in a bit of shock. We agreed, it was odd as to why would the only thing I asked for show up in this box? I said, I am definitely calling the store. In good conscious, I can’t just keep this.

I thought about it all day Thursday.

On Friday, I called the customer service line. I explained to the lovely woman, the entire story. I said this is the only thing that I have asked for, for Christmas this year. I told her about looking up the information for my Mom while I was placing the order, but looked on a different web site. She pulled up all the orders for all the Amy Deckers (there are quite a few of us as it turns out), and not one of them had placed an order for a Garmin that I might have received by mistake.

She then asked me, who else knew what you wanted for Christmas? Did your husband know? Maybe he ordered it, and had them add it to your order?

I took a deep breath.

I said well, actually, he passed away three years ago.

I could hear her indrawn breath. Followed, by the words, I am so very sorry.

We were both silent for a moment.

Then she said, Amy, here’s the thing. I can’t find anything here on the computer as to why you mysteriously received the only thing you asked for, in the box of items for your children. What I do know, is you have a Guardian Angel looking out for you, and you are going to keep the gift. I hope you have a blessed Christmas.

So here I am at the end of the year, pondering what has happened this year, the good, the bad, the odd . . . 

What are you thinking about as the year comes to a close?

Mother Knows Best (a slightly cautionary tale)

Mother knows best.

It’s true.

So children . . . listen to your Mom. She knows what to do . . .

It all began with a request from me to my son. Seeing as we are limping our way to the end of the school year, our home has fallen into disarray. There are books, binders, shoes, sports equipment, dolls, and bicycles, and that is just in our living room. There are dirty bathrooms, messy bedrooms, and piles of laundry that need to be washed. In other words, it looks the same as it has for most of the school year, but today it bothered me more than usual. I decided that it was time to get to work on finding a clean house under the mess, which meant that I assigned tasks to the children to complete. My son’s task was to clean the toilets.

Scrubbing toilets. Yes, it is the most disagreeable chore to be assigned. Which is why, technically he had fewer chores to do. I’m not that mean of a mom. But I digress.

The good child that he is, he knew the sooner he completed the chore, the sooner I would stop nagging him to get to work. He decided to begin in the master bathroom. I was avoiding my chores, by sitting on the stairs and looking at facebook for a few minutes. I heard N squeezing the bottle of toilet bowl cleaner, and knew he had run out of it before he came out of the bathroom. I directed him to the other bathroom, letting him know there was another bottle of cleaner there. (Don’t you all find it easier for each bathroom to have it’s own cleaning supplies? Or is it just me?) Since he walks with the grace of an elephant I heard him moving from one room to the other. I heard the next bottle of cleaner signaling it was also empty. The toilet flushed a few seconds later, as he came hurrying downstairs . . . . “MOOOOMMM!?”

“What? There is no way the toilet is clean if you just put the cleaner in it and flush. You do realize that don’t you?”

“Um, yes I do know that. But Mom, I may have mixed bleach and ammonia together, and that is not good.”

“You WHAT?!”

At this point, I usher all of the children outside, I opened all of the windows in the house from the top, turned on the bathroom exhaust fan, and flushed the toilet one more time for good measure. I also grabbed the two bottles of cleaners he had used, and carried them outside. Looking at them, I realized he had used two different brands of cleaners. One did indeed have bleach as it’s main germ killing ingredient. The second brand had the active ingredient of hydrochloric acid.

Now I know I was not a Chemistry major. I also know that I don’t recall much from that class either. But, what I do know, is that mixing the two chemicals of bleach, and hydrochloric acid is not a good idea. To confirm, I even checked Google. Yep, as I suspected, my child had just created chlorine gas in the toilet. (It takes gas to a whole new level . . .)

The good news for us, was that we needed to leave the house for awhile anyway. We were away for about an hour, leaving all of the windows open, fans running, and the a/c was turned off. It was when we came home that my sweet boy was looking at the windows of the house, and then looks at me, and says, “You know mom, you really should have opened the windows from the bottom. Chlorine gas sinks. It’s why it was used as a chemical warfare agent in the First World War . . . it would sink into the trenches.”

Thank you son for the history lesson, as I went into the house and opened all of the windows from the bottom. I went ahead and told the crew to just stay on the back deck for a bit. I needed to run to the store up the street to get a few items, and it was best if they weren’t in the house. Seeing as it was a pleasant day, and they didn’t want to go with me to the store anyway, they agreed. I was in the car when I called my mom to tell her what had happened. Because, that is what I do, I call Mom. I know when I have a question, an issue, or just need to tell her “you are not going to believe what happened now” I can do that.

It was when I got to the “you are not going to believe what happened now” and I told her about the chlorine gas, that I could tell Mom was about to go into long distance panic mode. She calmly suggested that I call the non-emergency line for the fire department, so they could come check the house. Even Dad got on the phone for this one.

I reluctantly agreed to call . . . while eye rolling (which is safe to do, because they are 2000 miles away, and so far have never seen me eye rolling through the phone. Although Mom probably knew, cause she just knows things like that!)

Now mind you, I am sitting in a car, parked at the grocery store, Googling the non-emergency phone line for the fire department. When I call, I speak to a lovely woman who tells me I have reached dispatch. I confirm, I have indeed called the NON-EMERGENCY phone number, because, I know I do not have an emergency. She confirms. I tell her the story of my son cleaning the toilet with two different cleaners and how he has accidentally made chlorine gas. She asks if I would feel more comfortable if she sent someone out to check on the house. Thinking that if I call my Mom back and tell her no one came to check on the house for the children and I . . . well I didn’t want to think about that phone call. So I agreed. 

It is at this time, I realize, I am still parked in a car at the grocery store up the street, my children are sitting on the deck at home, I have just agreed to have firemen stop by the house, and the children know nothing about it. It was a good thing I had never actually turned off the car. It made it much easier to leave the parking lot. When I got home, the crew had brought food, drinks and the computer outside. It was as the words “there are firemen coming over to check on the house” came out of me, that we heard sirens. Full on sirens, and horns were getting closer by the moment. My children looked at me, and I looked at them, and hands up I said to them “I swear, I called the NON-EMERGENCY line! That cannot possibly be for us.”

I got the side-eye from all three of them. One child even knows how to raise one eye-brow to say without speaking, “seriously mom?”

I went out front to wait for the firemen.

Alone.

If the firemen had had a red fire truck, I may have blended in.

Bless the firemen. They were not annoyed that they had been called. They checked the house and gave us the all clear. We were all laughing by the time they left, and we waved our good-byes.

I called my Mom, telling her, laughingly, about the visit with the firemen. Jokingly pointing out it was her fault they came in the first place . . . for which I now stand corrected, because, really none of this would have happened if I hadn’t asked the boy to clean the toilet in the first place. Of course, being the wonderful Mom that she is, she also made sure to ask, “so, did you at least find out if any of the firemen are single?”

“MOMMMMM!?!”

“I love you.”

“I love you too Mom.”

Remembering to Breathe

There are some weeks that when I reach Saturday morning, I think . . . did all of that just really happen? Was that really just one week of my life? Because I am pretty sure that it felt like we fit in a month worth of events into one week. This is one of those Saturday mornings. The children are asleep. A second load of laundry has been started. I’ve already dropped off coffee for the Boy Scout group that is delivering mulch. I finally have a cup of coffee rapidly cooling next to me. It’s a rather contemplative morning, as I sit here and think, what in the sam hell just happened? 

On the short story side, this week has included three dentist, one orthodontist, and four doctor appointments. It has also included one trip to the ER and two ultrasounds. On a positive note, everyone seems to be doing okay!

The week began on a high note. I received an email letting me know that I was selected to be part of a group to help launch a new book by Jen Hatmaker called “For the Love, Fighting for Grace in a World of Impossible Standards.” In my free time this week, I began reading it, (admittedly, I haven’t gotten through the entire book yet!) and I’m pretty sure there is some kind of divine intervention for me to be reading this book at this time, and to be part of a bigger group that makes up the launch team. But all of that will have to wait for another post!

The week progressed (is that really the best word for the week?!) from there. Monday, the oldest was in a bit of pain, but insisted all was really okay. Advil seemed to be helping. By Tuesday night the pain had increased, and had spread. Even though we both dreaded it, we knew it was time for a trip to the ER.

This is where my brain wants to a) call my family and friends and tell them how wonderful they are, but it’s too early on a Saturday morning, I will let them sleep. And b) wants me to block images from my mind.

First the family and friends . . . I have to say I am blessed to have the family and friends that I have. I need to tell you all that I appreciate you, love you, and a tremendous thank you. I could not have made it this far in a journey of healing without the support of you all.

So returning to Tuesday night. I had exchanged a couple of text messages with a friend with happy St. Patrick’s Day wishes, when the oldest came downstairs letting me know it was time to go see someone about the pain. I texted back that I needed to go to the ER because of what was happening. Then called another friend to see if they could come stay with the girls. Bless my friend . . . the answer was, let me get some shoes on, and I’ll be right there. It was of course well after 9:00 pm, because  isn’t that always when things go sideways?!

So we made it to the ER without incident, so to speak. The problem, for me, began upon arrival. Mentally I HATE going to the ER. (Doesn’t everyone?!) Especially the one that is closest to our home. Because it was at that ER where I have had some of the most traumatizing events of my life play out. But it is the closest ER to our home, so it is common sense to go to that one. Upon arrival, I started to worry about whether a teenager was considered an adult or could still go to the pediatric side. Thankfully we could still go to the pediatric side. I could avoid the adult side where I last saw Chris. My blood pressure seemed to be headed back to a normal rate.

As we sat waiting for the doctor, my friend texted to make sure that I was doing okay, knowing that a trip to the ER was not easy for me. Bless my friend for being a lifeline on the other end of the texting. Shortly after the doctor came in, it was determined that an ultrasound was needed. This meant we had to head to the radiology department in the hospital.

This meant that we had to walk down the hall through the adult side of the ER.

This meant we had to walk by the room where I last saw Chris.

This meant that we walked past a group of firemen and police officers that were standing outside of that room.

This looked, in my mind, just like the last time I walked by that room.

I thought I might faint.

Thought my heart was going to come out of my chest.

Thought about sitting on the floor, right there in the middle of everything and crying.

But these were not viable options. There was no one to catch me if I fainted (they were all busy). My heart was not really going to pop out of my chest. Crying in the middle of everything would not have solved a damn thing.

Most important, my child needed me. This was not the time for me to wrestle with the demons and images I have carried in my mind for two years. This was a time to make sure my child was okay.

When we made it to the radiology department, I was given a few moments to sit down. The technician was speaking with my child, who I have to say is really an amazing patient. I love the fact that all of my children know how to talk to adults, and let them know what is happening inside their bodies when something is wrong. It was during that moment, as I sat shaking in the chair, because that is my body’s way of coping with stress, that I dumped all my thoughts and feelings into a series of texts to my friend. A lifeline to someone who understands pain and loss, and with the good sense, texted me back, reminding me to close my eyes, and breathe.

I’ve spent a lot of time this week remembering to breathe.

It really can be as simple as that.

To make it through any situation, I just need to remember to breathe.

A "guest blogger"

As many of you know, the children and I occasionally have interesting dinner conversations. Some nights we discuss what was in the news. Tonight that was the depressing news of Boko Haram and ISIS. Other nights we discuss the mundane of what the upcoming schedule for the week is. Those discussions are really just to make sure I know where I am driving everyone and at what times. Then there are the kind of nights, like last week, where I asked the children how their day at school was.

Well, one child in particular was quite excited about their day last week. We heard about the ENTIRE day. But it was when the child got to the part about a quiz that was taken that day that I just knew I was in trouble. The child explained that they just knew they aced the history quiz, because of what they wrote. With excitement I was told the answer written began with “Once upon a time . . . “ and then the rest was told to me. As an adult who can admit that I took school way too seriously, the fact that the answer began with once upon a time shook me to the very core. As the rest of the answer was given, my head fell into my hands, and I just had this feeling the school was going to call me to tell me that my child needs to take school more seriously. In my mind I was definitely losing parenting points. I also wasn’t sure that I fully believed the answer that I was hearing. So I told my child that I wanted to see this quiz when it was returned.

The quiz has made its way home now. Let’s just say, that all teachers deserve a raise. Especially the teachers, that teach my children.

So now my friends, I present to you the question, and the answer that my child (aka my guest blogger) gave as written (I would scan it, but I’ve been fighting with my scanner):

Question:

“When laws are written in any of the 50 state’s constitutions they must follow certain lawmaking process steps. What are the lawmaking steps and why is it important for the states to be specific with the laws and pay very close attention the detail when writing them?”

Answer:

            Once upon a time, there was a bill, and his name was Bill. Now this bill was unhappy, because mothers of bills aren’t very creative with names, so everyone was named Bill. He wanted to be called Law, and the only way to do this was to go through the VA legislature.

            He went to Richmond, where he was introduced first in the House of Delegates, and then at the annual debutantes ball (which offended him, as he wasn’t a girl.) He next went to the committee of obfuscation and delay. It took a very long time to get through, so he gave everyone gifts of gold, frankincense, and crab legs, with the explanation of preventing shoplifting quarterbacks from screwing up your betting. Each of them said thank you, and that it will help them pick up ladies. So naturally, they sent him along into debate into the house, where he doled out more gifts. He was promptly voted upon, and he won!

            The same process repeated in the Senate. After he won again, he was sent to the governor, and the governor took a look at him and said,

            “No!”

            So Bill said, “I’ll bribe you!”

            “I’m not stupid! If I take bribes, competent people punish me, not my fellow delegates!”

            So Bill had to go away, and so he went to Canada, where Bills roam, and some are called Billy, and the hippies are called Bill E. Goat, but mostly, Bill, eh!

                                                The End.

I'm happy this was a short answer response quiz. I wonder what would be written if there was a long answer response quiz? 

Dear Chris . . .

November 3, 2014

Dear Chris,

Well it is once again November 3. It appears this date is going to happen every year, and the weekend that surrounds it, whether or not I am prepared for it. Or for that matter, whether or not I want it to happen. Apparently it is going to hit me like a baseball bat to the gut every year . . . or maybe like a bat to the head. I’m not really sure. I just know it hurts. A hurt that is completely exhausting and mentally draining. One in which my blood pressure has soared, and I need to stay seated lest I pass out. (Seriously. My coworker drove me home Friday so that I wouldn’t pass out while driving. We took my blood pressure at the school, and for me it was quite high.) It’s a pain that has been present all weekend. There has been very little focus in my thoughts all weekend. Finally, my answer on Saturday was to crawl into bed. I slept for almost three hours. It was the middle of the day. When I woke up, it was as if it was two years ago, on that Saturday afternoon, and as the hours ticked by, the timeline of what happened went through my head.  By Saturday night, heart and mind hurting, I collapsed into bed.

I know what you are thinking. But it’s been two years. Shouldn’t it be easier by now? Okay, maybe you aren’t thinking that, but I sure have been. We have made great strides in the last two years, and I have to say I am really proud of the children and I. Last year I was prepared for the first anniversary . . . I ran away. I had an escape plan. We went to Williamsburg, and enjoyed our time together as a family as we shared funny stories about you. This anniversary, I thought we could handle at home. I thought we would be okay. For myself, boy was I wrong. I’m already thinking of an escape plan for next year!

But enough about the last three days of our extended weekend, (teacher work days here) and how miserable I have been to be around. For the sake of our children and for myself, I have to stand up, face the world, and focus on the positive. Easier said than done, but I believe you may have mentioned once, that I was a wee bit stubborn at times. Here’s hoping I put the stubbornness to good use. 

In thinking of ways to force myself to be positive this weekend, I did try shoe shopping with the girls yesterday. Yes retail therapy is completely superficial. Yes, you would think this was torture, but the girls sure didn’t! Okay, it was a bit frustrating for me that they had to try on all the fancy heels, and didn’t want to leave the store, but we were able to get out a few laughs. 

We tried watching a favorite movie, Mary Poppins. All we wanted after that was a spoonful of sugar.

Today, after going to the cemetery, we tried going out for a late lunch at Ford’s Fish Shack. The children started the meal with root beer floats. Guess they did get that spoonful of sugar. There were definitely smiles as they finished their treats.

Tonight, I recalled that I started making a list two years ago. It was a list of things that I was learning to do since 2012. Things that I probably never would have taken the time to learn had you not died. I thought I should share some of it with you.

I learned how to light the pilot light on the hot water heater. It turned out not to be as scary as I had always thought it was. Well that, and the gas company wouldn’t come out to fix it, so it was either I learn how to do it, or we had really cold showers. Seeing as it was December and freezing out, I decided I had better learn.

I learned how to change the toilet seats. I know, completely random. However, it needed to be done. So I thought, if I am changing one in the house, I should probably change all three. Even got the fancy kind, that close slowly. I never knew I would be excited to have new toilet seats!

I built an entire entertainment/bookcase unit for the basement. We had always discussed having built-in bookcases for the wall where the tv was. Well, they aren’t quite built-ins, but they do cover almost the entire wall. Once I had them built, I did ask a neighbor to help secure them to the wall. If we ever move, the bookcases/entertainment center will most likely have to stay.

I’ve learned that our oldest could turn out to be quite the cook. He has taken after you, and likes to experiment with food and flavors. They don’t always work quite the way he would like, but how else would he learn? Cooking takes time and practice.

I’ve learned that our middle one is going to be the baker in the family, as well as the mediator. She makes delicious pancakes, just like you taught her. She has learned how to keep the peace in the house as well between siblings . . . or she is just really good at getting them to do what she wants them to do. It’s a toss up really J

I’ve learned that our youngest is the one who can put into words, what I have been thinking. She may only be 8 in actual years, but her heart and soul are much wiser than that. We can all learn something from her.

I’ve also learned that I have to face my fears, and I have to continue to live. Do you remember that conversation we had years ago? You asked me at what point would I let my fears control my life, and would I ever stop living because of the fear? For awhile, I did want to stop living. I wanted to curl up into a ball, with my babies, and make the nightmare go away. It wasn’t fair that all of this was happening. But I’ve realized, in the last two years, I cannot go back in time. Not to live. I can go back in time to enjoy the memories, and share the stories with anyone who wants to listen. I can know that there will be times when the pain of missing you will be tremendous, and completely paralyzing. But, as you would have told me, to truly live I must continue to move forward.

So here we are. Another year of you being gone has passed. At this exact moment in time, I can say, we are okay. I don’t know what tomorrow or the days after will bring. But today, we are okay. We miss you and we love you, of that I am sure. But we are continuing to live, and continuing to move forward.

I know you would be proud of us.

Until next time I write. . .

Love,

Amy

How to prepare for an interview . . . or not.

So as many of you know, I have been fortunate through the years to be a full time stay at home mom, while working outside of the home part time. Over the years I have held some fascinating jobs that have provided quite a bit of insight into how the world works. But after all these years,  I am finding it time to look for a full time position outside of the home. This is proving to be another learning experience. Which of course, I would like to share with all of you . . .

This is how I prepared for an interview on Thursday. I think everyone who is in the market for a new job should take note of just how well prepared I was!

1.     Get plenty of rest. Most people who know me, know that I am a night person. I am lucky to sleep 5.5 hours on a good night. So after a day of substitute teaching, chauffeuring children to dance and baseball, and then getting a call for an interview, I thought it best if I went to bed early. I was so tired, I was sure to get plenty of sleep. With the alarm set for 6:00 am, I turned off the light at 11:07 pm. I was determined to sleep. I woke up at 4:40 am. Yep, I was ready to go.

2.     Be clear headed, avoid allergy medication. At least that was the plan. However, I woke up with a raging sinus headache. I took some Advil, thinking that would help with the headache part, but keep me lucid. I probably should have taken the allergy medication.

3.     Know what you are going to wear. I had this one nailed! I have the perfect interview outfit, which includes black pants. This means I didn’t need to shave when I showered. Saves plenty of time! I made sure I wore yoga pants and a t-shirt while making a healthy breakfast for my children, to avoid any messes. (It is only the third week of school, so this is still happening. By December, I will toss a box of cereal to them and tell them to enjoy). After going to the bus stop with the youngest, it was time to come home and finish getting ready. Hair, check. Make-up, check. Brush teeth again, check. Put on the perfect pair of pants, check. Oh, wait. My toe just caught on the hem, and tore out the hem to my pants. Where are the back up pair of pants?! Ugh. They are in the wash. No time to sew the hem. I didn’t shave my legs this morning so I can’t go with the skirt. Oh, wait, I found a safety pin! Perfect. Just pin the hem back up, and we are good to go.

4.     Know where you are going for the interview/Leave early. I so have this one nailed. I googled, and printed the directions for the interview. Even put the address in my phone so I would know how to get there, while avoiding the toll road. The allotted time of travel, 20 minutes. The interview was at 9:00, so I left at 8:10. I was definitely going to be early!

5.     Have a back up plan for directions. Traveling along at an excellent rate of speed, I was feeling confident about my journey to the interview. I was at a red light and confirming the directions. I went straight, just as the directions indicated. About 50 yards through the light, I came to the realization as to why I was the only one who went straight when the light turned green. There was a large orange and white barricade, with signage reading “ROAD CLOSED!” Apparently it had been closed a week or two ago, and will be closed for possibly a year or more by the looks of it. Time to find an alternate plan. This is when I was thankful to the powers that be, for a phone that has GPS, and talks to me.

6.     Leave a lasting impression. The interview was taking place at a high school at 9:00 am. At all of the other schools in the county I have visited, buses and cars enter school grounds through a shared entrance(s). However, I now know that following the school bus to this school was not the best option. Apparently there is an entrance for buses, and an entrance for cars. The good news . . . I remembered my rules of the road that my driving teacher my sophomore year of high school taught me. When I see a school bus with its stop sign out, and lights flashing, I need to stop. So there I was, behind four school buses, waiting for the students to finish getting off the bus. I’m sure the gentleman who worked for the school, who approached the car to talk to me is a very nice gentleman. However, as he opened his mouth to speak, and before any sound could be heard from him, I began to apologize! I was incredibly sorry for making a wrong turn, and that I had never been there before. He walked away with a smile. I think. Definitely left a lasting impression!

7.     Be like a Boy Scout, and be prepared for anything. Even vomit. Yes, I finally made it into the correct parking lot, and parked the car. As I stepped out of the car, I narrowly missed stepping in vomit. All the signs were looking favorable for this interview . . .

8.     Arrive early, and be flexible in the schedule. The interview was scheduled for 9:00, and I walked into the office at 8:50. It was then I found out, the folks doing the interview, had a meeting at 9:15. The interview started early, and was finished by 9:15.

9.     Keep a sense of humor. In my mind, I walked away from the interview laughing, with my headache intact. Not sure what the interviewers thought. Sure, I would love to get the job, but I know I wasn’t completely myself Thursday. So I will chalk this up as another new experience . . . and a story that makes me smile.

So tell me . . . how do you prepare for an interview?!