The Remedy

Prajna in Real Life:

Shenpa in Real Life

I feel shenpa when:

Other drivers cut in front of me without using their signal. When my head itches during a counseling session. When I read about republicans who care more about corporations than individuals. When individuals care more about issues than relationships. When democrats care more about rights than responsibilities. When I am labeled. When people tell me war is good for the economy. When church people care more about fuzziness than reality. When I have a headache. When I tell someone about a very personal experience, and they mock me behind my back. When I have a hangnail. When people care more about being funny than being polite. When someone tells me I need to do something differently. When I'm hungry and there's a tasty donut in front of me. When an 11 year-old boy in Sunday School answers all of my questions with "video games!" When I see a group of driving hooligans yell at an old man trying to cross a busy street. When I don't feel like studying. When someone else tells me what I believe.

Psychotherapy for Vampires, and Halloween

I like counseling at night--from about 7 pm on. For my program we have had to practice counseling each other using all of our sweet counseling skills. The sessions I did at night were way better. Maybe I was just more tired so I was not as discerning, but I enjoy it at night a lot more. Hopefully I can find another job that I can do during the day (adminstration, legal, teaching) and do counseling at night. Regardless, it's been a really neat experience just to practice counseling. One of my professors told me yesterday that I have already grown a lot in the last few months, which I didn't believe, but I still couldn't stop smiling about it for the next 30 minutes. : )

N and I finally came up with cheap halloween costumes (we have a church party, and one at school). She is going to be old school Avril Lavigne (is it possible for a twentysomething to be old school?). I am going to be Dr. House. We found a blazer and a cane, but I still need to work more on the attitude. And I need to stop shaving for a few days. And a bottle of Vicodin. LG is going to be a lion. He likes to growl. Lately he decided he likes to roll around too, but maybe he can be a rolling lion. He's already so cute I don't know how dressing him up as a lion will make him any cuter...

LG makes his transition...

We're trying to get LG to not eat at 3 or 4 am. So far he's doing really well with it.

3 am: He is crying a little, so I went in there and gently shooshed him, patted his belly, and rearranged his blankets. Then I left. He has hardly made a peep since. Hope this keeps up. I think he got my sleep genes, which dictate that one shall fall asleep easily whenever remotely possible.

4:30 am: crying a lot more...he had fallen asleep again (I think), but maybe he felt tricked and now he's letting us know about it.

5:40 am: woke up crying again. I went in to check on him and he was lying on his stomach with his baby butt up in the air. I turned him over to his stomach, which he DID NOT like and proceeded to cry even harder. I left the room and he cried for a few more minutes and then fell asleep again.

6:?? am: woke up again, this time N got up and fed him. He made it past 6!

9:30 am: I woke up again, and Mom and baby are both asleep.

10:00 am: Baby is awake now, and he still loves me, amazingly.