Finding Krissi

I lied. I thought this post was going to be my big counseling "Ah Ha" moment, but then I realized I never told you WHY? I decided to start counseling. Maybe next week you will get the "Ah Ha" this week you get the Why. Why, we do things is a pretty big deal. In fact if you don't know WHY you are doing something it might be time to see a counselor yourself.  From the outside my life looked like it was going pretty well. I had just finished my masters, I loved my job,  my two oldest children were in college and progressing along, my two younger kids were doing great, and my marriage was what one would expect after 21 years. We like each other most days and somedays we aren't very fond of one another. You know totally normal. However, I was living on the edge. As if any moment the worse that could possibly happen was going to happen. Brent says I was touchy. I explained to my counselor I was like a field full of land minds. You were never quite sure where...

As I jump back into the blogging world I realize that I need to have some sort of schedule or routine. With a schedule this blog would have content delivered on a consistent schedule. A schedule you my reader(s) could depend on for your Krissi fix. I just made that up. It isn’t that great. I need a better line. This line of thought, (schedule, routine, consistency) lead me to my latest “project,” developing routines. I would like to say that it is the whole working mom gig that has caused my house to fall into a state of disrepair. Laundry, dishes, dirty toilets are all the result of me working a fulltime (plus) job. However, that would be a big fat lie! My type A personality has never really kicked into gear when it comes to cleaning, cooking, laundry, or home making stuff. I’ve tried! When the kids were little we did job charts, allowance, daily cleaning routines, and none of them worked. Well, they worked for a little bit of time, but eventually life would ...

I mentioned in a post that I started seeing a counselor. My decision to see a counselor didn't happen overnight. In fact I have toyed with the idea for several years. However, I always felt that going and seeing a counselor meant I was weak. That I didn't have the intelligence, will, or strength to figure out my own crap. This attitude quickly changed when my oldest son's life started to spiral out of control. Then there was no question whatever it took, no matter the cost, no matter the hits to my pride I was going to get him the help he needed. So he entered counseling. Let me be clear on this point. He was in counseling I was a parent working in tangent with the counselor. I was not in counseling. But my exposure to counseling significantly increased. Here is what I learned. Counselors aren't all great. Sometimes it takes a few different counselors to find a good fit. Counselors specialize (who knew? duh?) my son saw a counselor for teens. Counselors wil...

Everywhere I look I see the phrase, "New Year... New You!" As if 2017 has the power to produce a whole new me. A me that loves to eat well, exercise often, be a size 0, has unlimited patience for people, and the potential to achieve every dream (no matter how realistic or unrealistic those dreams may be). I know... I know... I currently sound like a major Debbie Downer. The evil wizard casting a curse on the magic of 2017. I promise, that is not my intent. Goals are good! Intentions, resolutions, dreams... all good stuff. Where I draw the line is "New You!" Why, may I ask, do you want a whole new you? I know that "me" has undergone a lot of growth in the past couple of decades. Me at 41 is almost an entirely different person than me at 21. However, at 41 I am not a new version of 21 year old Krissi. I have scars (physical and mental), I have knowledge, and I have experiences that make me the pretty spectacular 41 year old that you know and love, or d...

Ahh.. a new year. There is just something about a brand new year that fills me with hope. My brain buzzes with resolutions, goals, and possibilities. If your Facebook feed looks like mine than your friends and families are posting 2016 reflections and 2017 resolutions. Also, the sponsored adds are promising you a skinnier model like figure in only 3 short weeks. I just love those adds ( She says with extreme sarcasm) . All of which just adds to the anticipation and expectation of a new year. I haven't quite decided if resolutions are the devils work or not. I make them every year and as the long days of winter drag on they fall away. By February (sometimes March) I feel defeated. The negative self talk begins, and I am left in a worse place than I was before. Well!! This is year is different, I know no one has ever said that before, 2016 was a transition year for me. I gained a second adult child, I completed my masters, I lost a brother, I threw out my scale, I joined the bo...

If you are a teacher, mom, wife, and over worked there is no need to explain this picture. This little plastic tube is survival. It is chuck full of stuff. Yes, I said, "stuff" because I really don't want to know exactly what "stuff" is in my little friend. My little tube of Zipfizz keeps me zooming through the afternoon. Just incase you are wondering this is not a sponsored post. This is just a post about a girl who is in love with her caffeine. Furthermore, any teacher who tells you that they can make it through a Monday, without caffeine, is a liar. Teachers, moms, wives, and over worked all need a little zipp on Monday.

"Haul out the holly; Put up the tree before my spirit falls again. Fill up the stocking, I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again now. For we need a little Christmas Right this very minute, Candles in the window, Carols at the spinet. Yes, we need a little Christmas Right this very minute. It hasn't snowed a single flurry, But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry; So climb down the chimney; Put up the brightest string of lights I've ever seen. Slice up the fruitcake; It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough. For I've grown a little leaner, Grown a little colder, Grown a little sadder, Grown a little older," Oh, how this song is speaking to my heart. Isn't it funny how songs can speak the feelings we find so hard to express.  The words "I've grown a little leaner, grown a little colder, grown a little sadder, and grown a little older,"  echoed through the car the other day and I almost laughed. Laughing has become an...