Carsickness and PPD

Is anyone else out there experiencing this? It’s so frustrating to be out, enjoying a nice drive with the family, when I just get nauseated due to the turns or hills in the road. Anyone know of any natural cures?

Dreamin’ or Obsessin’

So I’ve been thinking about this for a while– why in the world can I not be happy in the present, instead constantly dreaming of the future? I have a wonderful family, an adoring, caring husband, and a darling daughter. I know I am loved. I know I am a daughter of Heavenly Father, and that I can return to Him.

Is it my faith that I rely on so much that causes me to constantly hope and focus on a better future? Why is it so hard to be happy in the present? Sometimes I find myself dreaming of the perfect house or the kids we’ll eventually adopt, rather than playing with my dear girl right now. She’ll be walking around the living room, playing with her toys and there’s me thinking of the future rather than the present.

It’s saddening, as I am happy. I love my life. But for some reason I’m so obsessed with the “dream.” Has anyone else dealt with this? Any ideas of how to keep the focus on today?

No news is good news. . .

So it’s been a while since I’ve felt like blogging. Alot of it is that I just have so much going on, it’s hard to justify the time right now. We’ve been trying to get me a full-time job to alleviate some of the debt. It’s a hard time coming in this economically depressed area. It doesn’t help that I’m looking in education and academia which is infamous for taking decades to hire anyone. Hopefully by late spring I’ll have a secure position. Cross your fingers for me.

Doodlebug is just over 9 months now. She’s got 6 teeth (4 on top, 2 on the bottom) and she’s so not afraid to use them. Yep, fun fun. I love the stage she’s at though right now. She’s scooting around but unable to walk without support yet. Her smile lights up my world, and she truly brings me joy and happiness.

Day care has gotten better for her. It used to kill me to drop her off because she’d scream and scream as I left. Now she’s getting more used to it, and I think she enjoys playing with the other kids. I watched her play peek-a-boo with another baby through this kitchenette window and it was adorable. It’s so fun to see her growing up.

The meds are working. I’ve definitely mellowed out. No more scary thoughts or demons all over the place. The hardest thing is that I get carsick when Dear Husband drives. I’m either hot or cold in the car and I can’t handle not being in control of the car around the curves and at high speeds. The doctor says this is normal, and it’s getting a little better slowly over time. I haven’t felt like retching lately while he drives which is definitely an improvement.

My calling is heating up. I tell you there’s no lack of drama out here. It’s so hard because as a teacher in the ghetto, I dealt with crap all of the time. I saw horrid parents who let TV or the streets raise their children for them. It pains me to see the same thing here. Yet I can’t really fault them, as their childhood was no better. The thing that I try to remember is that you just have to teach the doctrine and let people govern themselves. Hopefully they’ll choose the right, but they have to make the choices and consequently they have to face the results of their actions. It’s hard to watch, but it’s giving me a greater opportunity to get to know my Father in Heaven as I know He deals with this eternally.