I Stopped Drinking

I gave up wine for 30 days.

Yep, even the first two weeks of summer break.

Today is the 31st day.

Most who know me or even know me from online know that one of my favorite ways to unwind is on the patio with Ryan, enjoying a cold glass of chardonnay and an assortment of cheese and crackers. This little treat is like my participation ribbon at the end of a day – not first, second, or third place – just simply, yes! You showed up and accomplished another day with 8 kids! Here’s your prize! Enjoy.

The decision to stop this pleasant tradition was partly evoked by a trip to the library where I saw Annie Grace’s book The Alcohol Experiment.  I thought, Could I do this? I had considered removing one food group a month to (hopefully) pinpoint the origin of my eczema flareups and figured May might be a good month to start – with alcohol – specifically wine and the occasional beer. This isn’t the first time I’ve completed a similar feat, but in the past the decision often ensues after the holidays or vacation when my body needs a detox from overindulging. I love a good challenge, and I tucked the concept away in the back of my mind.

After we moved, I was in a great place emotionally.  I was walking every day, doing yoga, engaging with Ryan as we enjoyed weekly date nights exploring restaurants, and having lots of family fun with the new opportunity’s city life offered. At the end of most days, a glass of crisp, buttery chardonnay or a cool wine spritzer became an anticipated treat and then… then I broke my foot and Luke started screaming non stop and some other really difficult situations occurred that I haven’t healed from and so I won’t write about them yet, and the glass of wine I enjoyed became glasses of wine and the social media scrolling (which I also restructured as I detailed in last week’s post) that was typically limited to school time hours was seeping into family time hours, and I felt like none of it was serving me very well anymore.

My anxiety was mounting.  I was not dealing with the uncomfortable feelings and instead wine and scrolling because a mindless way to make motherhood a little bit easier and allowed me to disengage. The typical glass followed by a walk, became glasses as I sat on my rear end unable to move and instead of catching up on the day, I replayed and relived the recent trauma by obsessing and sent myself further into a hole of misery with every sip I took.  Not a productive cycle. It was time for a reset.  I had to reprogram my habits surrounding what wine had become during the past few weeks, and as research shows, it usually takes approximately 30 days to form new habits. I immediately secured The Alcohol Experiment which became the perfect tool to accompany me on my alcohol free journey.

Thirty-one days in, I enjoy the new me that has emerged from the ashes. I’m stronger, more confident, and much less skittish because I’ve retrained my brain to deal with anxiety rather than ignore it.

The past month felt a bit like a pregnancy; a familiar analogy. The anticipation of an improved life as I gave birth to a new me. I figured out what my triggers were and how to feed my system with new thought patterns, tools and skills. I tried to center most decisions around being the healthiest version of myself so that I could bring life to others. I’m still pregnant in a sense because it’s an ongoing process of renewal as I unearth some deep-rooted junk and learn ways to muddle through.  Because that’s what it is, right? When shit lands in our lap, we muddle through, inch by inch with either healthy tools like working out, gardening, reading, or crocheting or unhealthy tools like gossip, beer, filling our bodies with preservatives, or shopping.  It can all get out of hand pretty quickly if we don’t clear our heads, reevaluate, pray for grace, and retrain our brains.

The only time I really craved a glass of wine was during my monthly cycle (sorry guys).  Something about the estrogen fluctuations, sugar cravings and hormones must have previously been satisfied with wine because in place of it, I made (and enjoyed) a cake with 6 cups of sugar along with strawberry shortcakes, blueberry crisp and homemade ice cream.  Other than those couple of days, it wasn’t a craving at all, and I accomplished a ton! Such as –

  1. I lost weight
  2. I painted my kitchen
  3. I found joy in former activities such as crocheting, reading, crafting, and writing in a journal.
  4. I updated my proposal
  5. I conducted meetings about starting a new Lucas Project chapter
  6. I read ten books!
  7. I found a therapist
  8. I crocheted a blanket for Annabelle’s birthday
  9. I set aside an hour every day for quiet time (reading, writing, prayer)
  10. My head is clear. I wake up and I’m ready to face situations that previously would have sent me into a spiral of despair as I’m now able to step outside of myself (or Betty – stay tuned, a post on her soon) and view situations objectively and rationally.

The cons included my hormones, the eczema flareups did NOT decrease, and I really didn’t like not having a choice.  I know that sounds strange because it was a self- induced experiment, but when I commit to something, I am in 100%, and in my mind there is NO choice.

Where do I go from here? Day by day, choice by choice. The idea of having a glass of wine has truly become a take it or leave it thought. I am now empowered with so much more mindfulness after reading the book and dealing with my feelings. Therapy has also helped. The anxiety is almost completely gone, and I feel courageous for completing the commitment. As with any decision moving forward, if I feel like it needs to be addressed again, I will stop and reevaluate. I incorporate this philosophy into numerous aspects of life including: food choices, social media, exercise (that usually needs to be added), wine, engagement with my children, and the list could go on and on.

This essay is simply my honest experience and is in no way a prescription or guide for someone addicted to alcohol.  If this describes your experience, please seek professional help. Maybe you see yourself in some of my words, and it’s time for a reset in your life. I can attest that it really does work! Maybe it’s not even wine or social media but something else.  We all have a thing or two we turn to in times of difficulty, and it’s learning to manage these decisions and not let them manage us.

I’m certain I’ll enjoy a glass of wine from time to time; a birthday celebration, vacation, or a night spent with girlfriends, but I’ll be mindful – God willing, and it’s all by his grace, isn’t it?  Grace to take it moment by moment – decision by decision – in his power and leading.

Next up, no gluten for June.  Hopefully I see some improvements with the eczema.

 

Just Keep Livin!

Snapshots From a Social Media Free Weekend

I decided a few weeks ago to give up social media on the weekends. This decision came together for a few reasons such as –
  1. I’m not very good at rest and even worse at the concept if I have the opportunity to constantly work (via social media).
  2. I realized the onslaught of never ending information was making me anxious and depressed. Yes, I care about people, yes, I want to know how they’re doing, but after awhile it just becomes too much, and I have to step away.
  3. Social media was making me less present and available for those I love – my husband and children.
  4. I’ve found I’m much more productive in so many other areas of life by setting boundaries around social media on Saturday and Sunday.
  5. Finally, I’ve also discovered the flip side to be true – I’m much more productive and engaged online Monday through Friday because I’ve had a mental break over the  weekend.
This past weekend was fantastic. We began Saturday morning with giant banana split yogurt parfaits, then we all helped dad plant the garden, followed by chores which resulted in Wendy’s frosties and a trip to the store where the kids picked out a new book for being so helpful. Saturday night we had homemade pizza and strawberry/beet sorbet. We intended to go to church on Sunday morning, but Luke slept in until 9! So instead we took the family to the park, Ryan and I went for a hike, and then I parked my rear end in bed and poured over my new cookbooks from the previous day’s shopping excursion. It was good for my heart & perhaps my experience will encourage you to try a social media free weekend.
See you Monday!

Just keep livin!

How’s It Going? Life in the New Town.

For any of you late to the party, Ryan and I recently made a drastic but highly necessary decision to uproot our lives from rural Tennessee and move towards Nashville.  That’s just how we roll. When something doesn’t work anymore, we fix it, and we fix it quickly.  People have naturally been curious about the transition, how we’re all adjusting to a more populated environment and asking:

  1. Have the kids adjusted?
  2. What about Luke? Have you found more resources?
  3. What have been the biggest changes/adjustments?
  4. Are you and Ryan doing better now that you have more resources?

#1.  Our kids are so resilient.  This crew didn’t miss a beat, and I attribute their attitude to the lives they’ve lived so far.  Life changes, and you either learn to find joy or you wallow in the unfairness.  They have figured this concept out at a young age, and it will hopefully serve them well as they progress through life. We had a few hiccups initially with cultural differences (this is much more of a melting pot than they were used to) and population differences – these schools are much bigger! but they have all made great new friends, Caleb found a job he loves at Pizza Hut, Mya is getting involved with Volleyball, Spanish lessons are occurring on Saturdays, music with Annabelle at the library on Tuesdays, and they are enjoying church activities on a regular basis because church is now only a five minute drive.

#2 Luke.  We thought he would be the wild card, and he is but not like we anticipated!  The school transition was easy, the house transition was easy and so much more convenient with a mother in law suite which we currently use for him and potentially an aid down the road. Those are all the pros about Luke; however – something about this move awakened a monster of curiosity in his restless soul, and he is no longer content at home, which in Luke language involves lots of screaming. We try to get him out as often as possible, but he’s still not happy when he returns.  He does qualify for an aid but unfortunately he’s been on the waiting list with 5 companies since November.  Yes, you read that correctly, five companies can’t find anyone to help with him so we’ve taken matters into our own hands and are currently looking for part time help. As for resources, YES! Huge improvement.  In 3 months we’ve already been approved for respite money which will help fund some of the outside help we’re seeking, our church has a special needs ministry, and there are numerous parks (and slides!) nearby that Luke would love to take up residence at full time if we allowed him to.

#3. Biggest changes/adjustments off the top of my head – abstaining from the convenience and options that restaurants offer.  My wallet and body do not appreciate the over abundance.  I think we got the excitement out of our systems, and now I’m ready to start cooking again (for the most part). Also, city water, yuck! As soon as we can afford it we’re going to buy a water filtration system because we all miss our spring fed well water. I love the simplicity of everything being within ten minutes and especially loving Instacart.  Oh my, what a game changer. I used to spend HOURS a week on groceries; getting them, packing them into the car, unpacking (with a three year old in tow), you get the point. When we moved we decided to swap school lunches for sack lunches to save money. I can only maintain this decision because of the convenience of grocery delivery. Worth every penny.

I also love the simplicity of our house being 2000 square feet smaller than our previous home, and the simplicity of the yard being only 2 acres instead of 30. It feels manageable and cozy and invokes a spirit of hygge (previous post).  I do miss the beauty of our other house; the river in the back yard, the pond and the barns, but the beauty quickly lost its appeal with the isolation and overwhelm that it took to maintain it all and raise 8 kids.

#4. Last question, yes, our mental health has improved quite a bit.  We were previously panicky and anxiety filled often as we felt trapped and isolated with 8 kids and nowhere to go. Here, if we’re having a difficult time or the chaos in the house is beginning to feel overwhelming, we can simply go for a hike at the local state park or a swim at the community center, or enjoy the peace and quiet that the library offers just down the road.  There are options – close options. I joke that I’ve made friends, but they’re all special needs moms so we never see each other; which is kind of true and sad.  As a special needs parent it is much more challenging to get together.

What’s next for us? I’m in a limbo period. I don’t have a clear idea of what I should be focusing on and that’s really unnerving.  I don’t rest well and perhaps this is simply a period in life where I need to learn to lean into peace.  I’ve been more consistent with blogging, my agent is still attempting to find a home for a second book I’ve (mostly) written, and I’m hesitantly gearing up to begin another chapter of The Lucas Project.  And… we’ve been recently chatting with some bigger city folk about a potential family project that could be a’lot of fun. Time will tell. I’ve also been focused on building my social media platforms so that I can be more appealing to the larger publishing houses. By the way, if you don’t follow me on Facebook/jessplusthemess and/or Instagram/jessplusthemess, now would be a great time to start!

Ryan’s busy working on a flip house nearby and detailing the progress in short video posts on his Facebook page. Together we’re about to till a garden, raise some chicks (along with all the kids), and start a renovation project which will involve transitioning our main floor full bathroom into a laundry room/half bath which will eventually open up our kitchen and dining room to provide a big enough table to seat us all.  Stay tuned.

And as always, “just keep livin!”

We Can Do Better In The Bible Belt.

I recently noticed a woman’s angry post on social media regarding a lack of resources for special needs families – particularly in the South – specifically in Tennessee, and I curiously asked, “What states do provide adequate resources for special needs families?” Her response surprised me, “Any liberal state” and then she followed up with a few examples – “Washington, Vermont, California, and New York.”

Interesting. The Bible Belt, the South where we have a church on every corner and every flavor of religion imaginable, Trump country, the land where we strongly admonish mothers to carry an imperfect baby to term because of our beliefs, this pro-life land flowing with pregnancy resource centers, right to life events, and church bake sales is also known to be one of the worst areas in the country for ongoing resources after you give birth to that child in question.

But the liberals – Bernie and Hillary and that whole progressive bunch – they’d rather eliminate the imperfection that they know will cost oodles of tax payer dollars, but if you choose the difficult, ongoing, stressful path of raising a special needs child, this bunch is sure as hell going to help you out. Time for a change Conservatives. Time for a change Bible Belt. Time for a change America.

I am pro life when it comes to the unborn. I’ve proven this with my own flesh and blood, and it isn’t an argument I’m going to entertain with this post; however, I am suggesting that pro-life must extend beyond a mother’s womb. Pro-life should extend to providing tax dollars and fundraisers for the parents who make the difficult decision to choose life for these children. Pro-life should provide ongoing support for the least of these even as they age and especially as their parents age. Pro-life means not placing these families on waiting lists that never seem to end. Pro-life ideally would provide enough support so that we don’t hear another heartbreaking story about a parent who reached their breaking point with a child who could not be calmed and would not be pacified, and we point our judgmental fingers and gasp, “HOW COULD THEY?!” when that panicked caretaker finds a less than ideal solution. Not as a fetus – nope – but choosing to terminate the situation when it’s no longer socially acceptable.

Special needs families need proactive change and soon. How are these changes going to occur? And who should provide the resources? I’m not an expert, but I am a mom raising a child with profound needs, and I have a few thoughts.

1. Special needs caretakers need to stop sugarcoating the journey because no one will help us if we don’t make our needs known. If all we do is talk about how little Timmy is such a miracle or Betsy is a blessing, WHICH THEY ARE, but not share the rest of the story, we are missing an opportunity.  We do our stories a great disservice if we never discuss the difficulties or how we have panic attacks on a regular basis. The experts compare the anxiety of raising a child with special needs to the PTSD often experienced by war vets.  Yes, it can be that stressful.  These kids often have needs that never, ever end and that becomes very disheartening as a parent. Society can’t read our minds. Our cities and towns don’t “just know.” Our friends and family are incapable of understanding if we don’t tell them. There will always be a few who will ridicule us for our truth or our choices, but we need to plow through anyway. Courage my friends, courage. We need to make the realities known, set aside our “bless your hearts” and dive into authentic truths when it comes to special needs.

2. Awareness. Right in alignment with number one. We need to tell our stories. I have a dream of one day being a part of a documentary that will showcase all different ages, walks of life, and cultures immersed in a special needs journey; detailing the joys, trials, happy moments and the difficulties – detailing it all so that the world can no longer claim ignorance. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful resource for everyone? But, in the meantime, tell your story. Stories are what connect us to one another and allow compassion to emerge which will eventually provide resources and support. There can not be change without empathy.

3. Contact your state representatives – even if you don’t have a special needs child! Do it for someone you know. Beseech these political leaders to pass the bills, find the funding, or whatever else they need to do to help these families. Currently, 1 in 59 children has autism and that’s just autism! These numbers seem to increase every year so if you’re not affected by special needs now, you will be soon.

4. Churches – Christ admonished us to care for the least of these, and this includes the weakest members of our society – those who cannot care for themselves – the special needs population. I realize that not every church can afford a special needs ministry, but every church can afford to lend a hand to special needs family in the community. Generally, what a family needs more than anything is a break – just a few hours for a date night or time alone in the bath or a nap. Every church can provide this invaluable resource for at least one family in the community. It doesn’t take any money – just time and patience. If your church does have money in the budget to implement a special needs ministry, do it! This is about the only way a family can comfortably come to church. Or, if an entire ministry isn’t in the budget consider a week of Vacation Bible School in the summer or on a school break.

5. I can’t speak for every special need’s family, but I have spoken to many of them throughout the years and the responding themes I hear are: exhaustion, despair, loneliness, and concern for the future. Most of these feelings can be remedied through a break. Summer care and school holidays are really difficult because most special needs kids thrive with structure, and when you eliminate structure, these kids are often confused. What does this confusion actually look like? For Luke, it involves head banging and screaming. I sometimes compare the scenario to a colicky baby – except Luke is 14, and he probably won’t outgrow these behaviors any day soon. In fact, I worry that as he goes through puberty it will only become worse. Structure is oftentimes a special needs child’s best friend.

6. The future. This is a biggie. I know I don’t want to take care of Luke forever. I will if I have to, but it wouldn’t be my first choice for him or me. I think he deserves better than hanging out with his old mom and dad until his dying day (or ours), but I don’t know what the options are. Most of what I hear involves a waiting list a mile long or a bank account a mile long. I pray this changes and we have viable options before it really becomes an issue in our life.

We can do better for these families. Please consider sharing this post so that as a culture we can make life just a little bit easier for the least of these and their families.

Just keep livin!