Book club!!!

Okay I’m doing it! Well kind of. I’ve always wanted to have an amazing book club until I realize I have to get people to read the same books and then get together at a time when we’ve all read this same book and can actually meet up. A lot of work and super hard to do. Although it’s a great excuse to get my best friends together we normally start with “okay did you like the book?” “yeah it was pretty good” ” I thought so too. Wanna go to Pinecrest Tuesday?” End of book club.

Having this outlet and pre-podcast I figure I can do a form of book club right here!!!!

So I’m giving out 2 book suggestions that I’m reading right now. Yes I’m reading two books at once. Not because I’m an over achiever but because I have one paperback book I can’t put down, and one on my kindle so I can read at night while the tiny one falls asleep at the same time as my arm.

So Book choice 1: The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah Click here to order

This book was given to me by Pats Aunt and I’m so happy she did. I haven’t been able to put it down.

Book Choice 2: The Other Einstein by Marie Benedict Click here to order

This one is the book club book for my favorite podcast. So I’m kind of hijacking their book club. But not really because you should listen to them they are funny and sweet and I feel like we’d be friend if I lived in Phoenix. I give them the Brittany Stamp Of Approval. (high-five How I Met Your Mother Fans!!!!)

So They will be airing their podcast book club for The Other Einstein August 16th available on iTunes.  I’m super excited about this book and can’t wait to listen to that episode! Also if anyone’s interested in meeting up for book club about this one or The Nightingale let me know!

 

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The Angry Receptionist

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I used to be a people person. People have ruined that for me.

In all honestly  I do consider myself a very kind person, or at least I try to be. That being said, I have worked with people for the last 10 years. Yup. 10 years of being a human punching bag. The dumping ground for other people’s blame. The scapegoat to their lack of planning. On the receiving end of venting sessions that have nothing to do with me. The highly underpaid therapist. The shoulder to cry on. I swear I’m not bitter.

I work in the medical field and completely understand that anything to do with doctors and illness is scary. I’m not unsympathetic to that fact. However, it does not give someone the excuse to be a total dick. ESPECIALLY when you are needing something from the receptionist. Listen very carefully….. you will get much further if you are nice. What’s the saying? You get more bee’s with honey than vinegar? Its true.

Another little tip for you. Your lack of planning does not make it an emergency. Let that sink in for a second. Yes, it sucks you forgot and you need it tomorrow but your apt isn’t till the end of the year. Guess what? There’s nothing I can do. I can not reschedule other people who have been waiting 6 months because you forgot. Flip that around and imagine you’ve been waiting 6 months and I had to reschedule you out another few months. Imagine its due to someone not keeping track of things and it could have been prevented had they thought ahead. You’d be mad right? So please don’t get mad at the receptionist for not being a magician.

Another thing the receptionist can’t do… make a doctor magically appear to work on a day that isn’t their day. They are people too (shocking I know). They get vacation time and sick time just like the rest of us. You think you’re mad they had to reschedule because their sick? Imagine the receptionist who had to call 27 people just as mad and rude as you were. We don’t like it. It’s not fun to have to reschedule sick people. Especially when we have nowhere to put them.

Guess what else is NOT in our control? How many patients we can fit in the schedule. We only have so many spots open for people because the doctors can only see so many people in a day. They can’t be in two places at once. While you may view it as a “quick check”, on our end to make sure everything is done right, we have to do everything for a normal check. Which means it’s not quick. Again you would be mad if your apt was late due to someone getting added in last-minute when you’ve been waiting for your apt.

Something we’ve learned working as a receptionist: Common sense is not very common. Its true common sense goes out the window when you are scared. But here are things that are never-changing and should be remembered. If it’s an emergency there is a room for that. Your doctor’s office is not equipped for emergencies. Yes yes yes I know you’ve had a bad experience at the hospital and would rather die than go back there. Well that is your other option. If it comes down to it and its a real emergency you’d go to the emergency room. If it’s not a real emergency it can wait until we have an apt to see the doctor. Lucky for some there are areas where they have “urgent” cares. Not quite an emergency but needs to be treated that day. Go there. They can help you. They are also medical professionals!

We know you are scared. We know you have questions, that you want answers to whatever is ailing you. We hear it every day and you know what else we hear every day? The answers to the same questions over and over again. Kind of like in school when you are learning something so you go over the same information over and over again. So forgive me for being a little annoyed when the conversation goes like this:

Patient: is there a nurse or doctor I can talk to?

Receptionist: They are currently with a patient at the moment is there something I can help you with?

P: you probably wouldn’t know you’re just the receptionist. Can you take a message?

R: of course. While we are on the phone why don’t we make a follow up? Yes I can get you scheduled for 2020.

Never ever have this conversation with us. Its truly offensive. Unless you are a doctor or Nobel Peace prize winner you are also just something. After this conversation you are just a pain the ass. Yes we are a receptionist but that is an extremely hard and trying job. We are exhausted at the end of a the day and while we are here with the patients best interest at heart its super hard to want the best for an ass hole.

The link below was the inspiration for getting things off my chest. He’s way more brutally honest than I could be for fear of losing my job.

My Idol The Angry Pharmacist

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French Parenting

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It was 2014 and we had been married less than 6 months. I taught RPM (spin) Friday nights at 5:30 and my biggest fear (I’m sure every female instructors fear!) was to start my period on the bike in the middle of teaching! Have I mentioned I over share? Anyway, around the time I was supposed to start I’d always prepare. Well this Friday I didn’t. Didn’t even think about it till I got home and thought holy moly that was lucky…wait I feel like I was supposed to start. We had plans to go out with our friend Tyler for drinks and he was at our house waiting for us to get ready to go. I thought “no big deal take a test before we go that way you can drink in peace”.

I took a pregnancy test. Two lines. I called to Pat to come to the bathroom (super weird request when you’re still trying to keep the romance alive). With a shaky voice I ask him how many lines he see’s. “Two. wait what does that mean?” Me: “umm I’m pregnant” We stand there while time stops waiting for a reaction out of us until finally Pat looks at me, “we’re…happy..right?” Me: “yes… right? aren’t we?” Pat: “yes”. After making the decision we were excited and happy about this we also agreed not to tell anyone until we were really sure! Poor Tyler sitting in our living room having no clue whats going on but strangely apart of our story.

Right away we started worrying. We got books, people bought us books, there were real books and kindle books until my eyes crossed.  So much information I felt like I was drowning in reading material. Which sounded like the dream until it was happening and the information was slowly but surely choking the life out me. All of these American books were great.  However, there was just so much information and all of it contradicted itself. “Attachment parenting: constantly being attached to your child and sleep with them in your bed and wear them during the day.” Then there would be a book that suggested exactly the opposite. “baby should never be in your bed. Or even allowed in your room, let them cry it out”. Well which is it?

Reminds me of the show Last Man Standing when they are talking about parenting and the mom says “No one gives you a book on how to raise a kid” and the son-in-law comes back with “there are literally thousands of book on that”. True.

Finally my sister-in-law suggested a book on French parenting. Open to any suggestion and on the verge of panicking I bought the book. Mind Blown! From the first chapter I was hooked! I couldn’t put it down and was so excited. Finally something that sounded like it fit our lifestyle. Fitting the baby into OUR life instead of turning our lives upside down to accommodate the baby. Having a frame-work of rules but then freedom within that frame for them to grow. Getting baby to sleep through the night at 4 weeks old. Sign me up!

It got to the point where I would say things and my husband would automatically come back with “we aren’t French”. But we are now sweet heart! At least we tried to be. I feel like we sleep trained the French way and it went really well. They do what they call “The Pause”. When they wake up and make noise you pause before going to get them. Give them a chance to go back to sleep on their own. Easier said than done. Especially when you are sleep deprived and wondering if its real crying or if that sound is permanently going on in your head.

Rylan is 2 years old and I learned the hard lesson of  nothing ever goes as planned. So while I started with great intentions that famous quote going around rings true as ever.

“We were the best parents in the world, till we became parents”.

I don’t know who said it but they are a genius.  We all think we have it figured out and know what’s going to work but the truth is we don’t. Not even close. Are we raising Rylan French? ummm depends on the day, who you ask, and how much sleep I’ve gotten in the last week. I have moments where I throw a tantrum and scream that we are going back to being French! Then I’m reminded that we are not French, we were never French and our daughter is perfectly fine. Damn that husband and his voice of reason.

That being said this parenting crap is hard and I wish each and every one of you good luck.  Its kinda like the Hunger Games out there. So to all the moms that find their way here. I’m with ya! May the odds be ever in your favor!

 

 

 

Its a scrape

Text from Pat: “Wow! She skinned her knee a little and its mayhem, I want mommy, I want mommy!  hope you are on your way home soon”

I wasn’t. I had to teach another class and wouldn’t be home for an hour and a half. Thank goodness my phone was on airplane mode and I wouldn’t get that text till I was in fact, on my way home. I wouldn’t have been able to think of anything else.

When I got home they were waiting for me outside. She wasn’t crying but still had sparkling eyes from the massive amounts of tears that had occurred before I got there. It breaks my heart so much when she’s hurting, whether its her feelings or the scrape on her knee, I just want to make it better. That being said I had to laugh out loud when my husband handed her to me and she had made her little legs like statues not moving her legs from the bent knee position and legs open for me to put her on my hip. it was like she was petrified and she kept a VERY close eye on that knee the whole time. She did not laugh with me!

It was a scrape. Not even real blood just red from the fall on dirt. She did not walk on it all night and while I did milk it with her for a little bit (letting her sit in our room with her iPad until bed time) finally it went from adorable to either concerning or we need to tough love it. By some miracle we got her to sleep and I was thinking we were in the clear. She would wake up in the morning and not even know it’s there! She’d climb out of her “big girl bed” and slam the door like always before running down the hall to our room stuffed animals and blankets in tow.

Nope. Woke up calling for me telling me her knee hurt and I had to carry her. Only it comes out “knee hurt mama I want to hooold you” (super whinny). Which by the way goes back and forth between being adorable and incredibly annoying. Yes I called my kid annoying. Anyone who hasn’t said that before is a liar. Or heavily medicated (no judgment just a fact). I carried her out to the living room and she still wouldn’t put any weight on it. I told her she had to stand, not even walk, just stand up or we’d have to go to the doctor. She stood on her other leg and then sits down and says “Doctor George come here then”. No sweetie the doctor is not coming to our house.

I called the doctor and made an apt. Yes for a scrape. I wasn’t worried about the scrape but was pretty concerned that more than 12 hours later she still wouldn’t even consider putting weight on her leg without a total meltdown.  I didn’t want to be the mom that says “you’re fine, walk it off” and find out she has a shattered knee cap! We scheduled it for the afternoon so that we would give her some time to walk on it. Finally she did! Slowly and very dramatically she began to stand and put weight on her foot. It literally looked like when Bambi first started to walk. Wobbly and then falling for no apparent reason. But through this I learned a few things. 1) My child may have a career as an actress. 2) Do not panic and call the doctor for a scrape. 3) milking it doesn’t help anyone! 4) Last but not least do not laugh a toddler who thinks they are dying. They will not lighten up and laugh, it only makes it worse. Much, much worse.

The list could go on and on but the truth is I will probably milk it again for her next time it happens because she’s my baby and that’s what we do. My mom milked it for me and I turned out fine-ish. It was just an “ah-ha” moment that we are going into the next chapter of dramatic ouchies, don’t look at it flip outs, and I can do it myselfs. Every growing chapter has been my favorite and I’m sure this next one will be no different. Hard? Yes. Scary? Absolutely! Fun and adventurous? Looking forward to it.