March 7, 2010
I had a slight meltdown when the paint color hit the walls. It is SUPER dark – darker than I even expected it to be – but I think with all of the new bright accessories it looks good.
What do you think? Too dark? Too much stuff? I’m still debating all of it but I think I really like it.
Posted by Leigh Hatfield-Middleton at 9:26 AM
March 5, 2010
Ok….Leigh’s random thoughts of the day. (And let me warn you ahead of time, they are DEEP today. Sarcasm people, sarcasm.)
(Also, these are totally numbered because I am way too lazy to make coherent paragraphs that tie together.)
(I enjoy the parenthesis.)
1. Last night….Real Housewives overload! Does anyone else have a sick obsession with this show? So unbelievably trashy and yet I just can’t. stop. watching. Where do they FIND those people?!
2. I think I like the ‘Tinkerbell’ movies more than my small person. Seriously, shouldn’t life be more like Pixie Hollow??? Your job is to paint ladybugs or make flowers bloom – could that be any more perfect? I am 28 years old and I sit with Tootsie and try to decide what my “fairy talent” would be. Is there a napping talent fairy? Cause I would totally rock at that one.
3. My daughter is currently walking around the house with her Halloween bucket, knocking on cabinet doors saying “Trick or Treat tower”. I have NO idea.
4. The Television Man and I are going to paint our bedroom this weekend. That’s right, we’ve only had paint chips on our wall for a couple of months. Procrastinators UNITE! Tomorrow.
5. We’re going to paint it a dark poop brown. I hope it looks awesome, not horrible. I’ll post some pictures after we get it all finished. There are also new curtain rods to hang. Let’s all just say a little prayer right now that it all goes well. Sweet Television Man is about as handy as a foot. He’s wonderful at a LOT of things but if it includes a drill, well…..that’s an interesting story.
6. I’m slightly terrified that this weekend will end up in divorce. We’re great together unless there are paintbrushes involved. Seriously y’all….pray.
7. Last, but certainly not least, my hair growth experiment has now resulted in a mullet. I am praying through this phase. It’s taking all my strength to not call on the scissors. It’s not pretty people. Not. Pretty.
Posted by Leigh Hatfield-Middleton at 8:30 AM
March 3, 2010
Well, dear reader…..I’ve been feeling sorry for myself.
I’m about to make some confessions here that may cause me a lot of embarrassment. Who knows, I may delete this entire post – but I feel the need to be completely honest. To purge, to confess, to get this flipping monkey off my back.
So Leigh, why are you feeling sorry for yourself?
Let’s back up a ways…..a long ways to when I was 13. I traveled with my church’s youth choir to Nashville. Never one to shy away from anything social or fun at that age, I was excited. Excited about singing in front of large groups of people, of spending the week with my very best friends and for the day trip to Opryland that was on the itinerary.
It was all going very well until the day of the theme park trip. It was hot – I wasn’t with my parents and therefore my diet consisted of Mountain Dew and doughnuts – and those two things combined didn’t go well together and I had a little heat stroke in the middle of Opryland USA.
Mortification follows, being 13 and all.
And then suddenly, I’m convinced that I’m dying. I wasn’t, of course. I had been hydrated and treated and all was well – but I was 13 and away from home and scared senseless and I was pretty sure I was going to die. I remember kneeling over a toilet that evening with one of the chaperones holding my hair and my best friend Ashley rubbing my back and I just kept saying “I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m dying. Dead, dead, dead.”
I got home and was no better – my parents rushed me to the home of our family physician (and also dear friend) and he diagnosed me.
Official diagnosis? CRAZY.
At 13 I started having anxiety attacks and they haven’t let up since. I go through times (sometimes months) where I’m doing great – completely in control of my emotions and reactions and then WHAMMO! I’ll have a huge anxiety attack and it throws me right back into square one. Head over toilet, chanting, “Dead, dead, dead. I’m dying. I’m dead.”
Medication can help – but the medication also causes me to be lethargic, gain weight, have a general “who gives a flip” feeling about life. (Well, the one’s that control the anxiety attacks do at least.) Yet, I’m not able to get control over my emotions unless I’m on something.
I went to the doctor 10 days ago and he prescribed Buspar. So here I am, day 10 – not really sure if I feel better and just praying for some relief.
I want to be able to live my life and not worry about ridiculousness. I don’t want fear to swallow me whole. I can’t live my life worrying about things that are completely out of my control anymore.
In high school a lot of people thought I was a snot. Aloof, distant, averted all eye contact. The truth was I was terrified – and I still am. There were very few people I was comfortable around and I am still that way. Making friends and keeping friends is nearly impossible for me because of constantly being consumed by fear.
So yeah, there’s where the feeling sorry for myself enters.
I hate that I can’t be that person. That I can’t grab my own shoulders and shake some sense into me. I hate that one side of my brain knows that I’m fine while the other side of my brain is convinced I’m not. I hate not being able to enjoy life, my child, my husband, a pretty day, for fear of an anxiety attack.
I hate being afraid of being alone. Driving. Flying. Traveling far from home. Meeting new people. Etc, etc, etc. (I could go on but the list of crazy is long and honestly, quite mortifying to see all sprawled out in black and white.)
I hate all of it.
So…..if you’re the praying sort – would you say a prayer for me?
And, if you’re a crazy sort – would you share your story with me? Any of you out there dealing with this? Dealt with it? Beat it?
Leigh needs a hug. And maybe a cheese plate.
Posted by Leigh Hatfield-Middleton at 2:36 PM
February 23, 2010
Day 3 next Monday!
Posted by Leigh Hatfield-Middleton at 11:49 AM
February 21, 2010
I was just doing a bit of online browsing while waiting for my husband to get home from his interminable business trip. (Yes, hello? Television Man’s employer? 8 days equals too many. Thankyouverymuch)
I stumbled upon this beauty. Cute, right? Totally.
Guess how much?
You’re never going to guess because it is ridiculous.
Can you tell it’s 1:15 in the morning?
Two hundred and sixty five American dollars.
For a baby dress.
That looks like something I could get at TJ Maxx n’ More for $19.99!
A dress that will be puked on. Pooped on. Pee’d on.
Baby’s don’t CARE that it’s Dolce & Gabana people – they care that when it needs to come out it comes out.
Do people really spend this much on baby clothes? I mean…are people this dense??
I sit and stare at this little pink number and wonder if I HAD that much money if I would spend it on a baby sundress……
And then I remember sweet potato puree puke and say with absolute certainty – not in a million years.
Posted by Leigh Hatfield-Middleton at 11:10 PM
February 17, 2010
So….I’ve always loved you.
From the time I was 15 and I told you “Je t’aime mon cheri” because I thought I was clever.
And when you proposed to me a short 3 years later? When we were TOTALLY old enough to get married, right? Well, I loved you a LOT then.
I loved you with all of my heart when we got married a year later and we moved into our little house on Hawkins Drive. When we had zero money and ate LOTS of ramen noodles.
I love you at the beach.
I love to do silly things with you that we have no business doing but we ROCK at. (Insert sarcasm here)
I love Bob shows with you.
I love to watch you run.
I loved watching you with our niece when she was first born.
And 9 days after that I loved knowing I was pregnant with our baby.
But then she showed up and I knew….
I knew that I really, really loved you.
Happy anniversary my boy! 9 years down, 80 more to go.
Posted by Leigh Hatfield-Middleton at 8:25 PM
February 16, 2010
There is nothing…
(And your rolled up pajama pants under your Snow White skirt, you trying to put on your Buzz Lightyear watch, you wearing plastic high heels, you taking your Daddy to the ball, your tiny gap toothed smile and the way you curtsy. There is nothing better than you.)
Posted by Leigh Hatfield-Middleton at 8:51 PM