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How is it August already? Actually, we’re flying right through August! It really is true that the days go slow but the years go fast, wouldn’t you agree? It’s wild that we’re in the final month of summer. It has been exhausting in many ways, as nice as it is to have this time at home one on one with my son. He does best with a schedule, knowing what’s coming, and you know what? I might too! The forced slow down of the fall, the upcoming school year and the so-called “grind” is something I tend to enjoy once it arrives. None the less we’ve been up to some stuff. Read on to see what’s been crack-a-lackin’ over the last couple of months since I last checked in:

JUNE

I had a birthday in early June which called for a slightly longer coast trip than our usual. We didn’t take many photos of our time and nothing extraordinary happened. Outside of our usual beach experiences, we saw some deer meander past our property. The place we rented was up on a hillside overlooking the ocean. It’s always a nice surprise when wildlife shows up. The place also had a giant spa tub in the primary room so one day we all took a super ridiculous out of control bubble bath. It’s totally normal to take a family bath, no?!

When we returned it was the last few days of school for my son (and last few days of work for me.) I had taken a week or so off (including those days at the beach) but was ready to finish strong and say my goodbyes to both staff and students. While I had earned that time I took off, I really respected my coworkers and decided to lose whatever time I had left. This school year was special to me. I was sad that I wouldn’t be coming back for another year. I was pleasantly surprised by the reception upon my return. It was clear that I’d made some connections and people had been worried while I was out that they weren’t going to see me again. It was such a craveable feeling. Everything about this job is conflicting and it is so confusing. It is hard and exhausting and pays like garbage. There are days where I feel crazy for choosing to do it. But is also fun and rewarding, every day is different and I can tell that I am good at it. It was bittersweet walking out the school doors that last day. Having such warm feelings for what I was walking away from, against my will, unsure if I would be able to come back. It is a time in my life I will never forget.

At the end of the month my brother-in-law passed away. My sister is private so I won’t share details but it was world shattering for her. She’s not even 50 and had been with her husband since she was 19. They shared a lifetime together. Now she has to learn how to live life without him, can you imagine the heartbreak? They didn’t have children together so she is now navigating life just her and her pets, which, to be honest, may be easier in some cases than if children were in the picture. Hmm… What do you all think about that? I could be wrong making that statement. I’m curious to know your thoughts.

I had tried, leading up to this moment, to be there for her as much as I could over the phone. She lives in Idaho and I live in Oregon. I now knew I would have to make a trip to be with her in person. So that became the plan for July.

JULY

4th of July was a good ole fashioned independence day. We went to a Portland Pickles baseball games then lit up some fireworks at home. The Portland Pickles are a local collegiate wood-bat league that hosts fun, silly and sometimes inappropriate themed home games. It’s a very “Keep Portland Weird” vibe. There mascot is, yes, a pickle. It was crazy hot and we bought bleacher seats that were in the sun. We spent a lot of time walking around until we found picnic table seats in the shade. Lesson learned next time we go. The picnic tables were packed, for obvious reasons… The game was pretty boring overall but they ended up winning the game at the very end. Woohoo!

It is amazing how much you can spend on fireworks. Legal fireworks I might add. These don’t go wild in the sky. They’re nothing spectacular. The boys bought a couple hundred dollars worth and when they were all gone it felt like we could have easily spent more! It was a great day all in all.

Goober waiting for the fireworks

Next came our trip to Idaho to support my sister. We hadn’t been back home since Lincoln was born so we made it a whole vacation vibe. It was nice, actually, going back! Enough time passed apparently because there had not been much desire to return prior to this tragic event. Coeur d’ Alene really is amazing during the summer… and Christmas time actually. It’s a Hallmark Christmas movie dream. We loved the rental house we chose. We stayed on Avondale Lake which I didn’t even know existed all these years. It’s a private lake in Hayden exclusively for those that live on the golf course. Similar to our stay at the coast, we saw wildlife every day. It was very relaxing and exactly what we were wanting for this trip.

I got to see my sister a ton, more than I ever have in my life possibly? We spent only one morning (to my disappointment) down at the dock and on the lake right off the property. That was the thing I was looking forward to most, I think. We ate at the restaurants we missed greatly (thank you The Porch Public House for not changing a thing!) We drove around to see all the growth that occurred over the last decade. People in a small town so often hate change but I must say, I was happy about much of what I saw. The downtown Coeur d’ Alene tourist area had made improvements in all the right ways, in my opinion. Then came the last day of the trip and highlight, if you ask my son. We devoted this day to Silverwood Theme Park.

I have a lot of memories of my own of time spent when I was young at Silverwood. At that time, there was not a waterpark. I have been to the waterpark as an adult but was really excited to share the place with my son. He is a water lover. We spent most of the day in the waterpark, maybe 6 hours or more. By the time we left to head over to the theme park, multiple applications of sunscreen was not enough to keep our skin protected. We took full advantage and then some! At the theme park, my husband was able to go on one of the wooden rollercoasters. I managed to capture him in a photo below. You can find him in a white shirt in car #5. That thing flew by so it was exciting to see I actually got him! Lincoln enjoyed quite a few of the kiddie rides but the three of us went on the log ride and the water rapids together. That was what I was most excited about because we haven’t been to a park like that as a family and I wasn’t sure what we’d all be brave enough to do. Nick grew up in Southern California so he loves rollercoasters and the more exhilarating rides. I grew up with the local fair so I like smaller things that spin. Lincoln is still little but tall enough for most rides so it was unknown what we’d be able to encourage him to do. He didn’t have the patience for long lines but I was happy with how brave he was. It was an awesome but exhausting day. Lincoln will hopefully remember it for the rest of his life!


August has been very smoky in the Portland area. The Pacific Northwest is on fire and it is effecting us all (some more severely than others.) The air quality has improved in my area but was very unhealthy last week when the heat was around 100 degrees. One of the wildfires burning nearby has broken a record for largest in history.

I’ve been painting my sons bedroom. I have not painted a wall in this house since I bought it 3 years ago. The walls are white so it seems balanced, though boring, to leave things as is until I am able to commit to a color. I know that paint is not permanent but it feels like an important decision to me so I want to make the right choice. We chose a grey for his room, with his input, and it is beautiful. It’s so satisfying trying multiple colors and feeling empowered that you made the right decision once you see an entire wall completed. He’s obsessed with The Legend of Zelda right now which I love because it is different than what is common for kids his age. I’ll get to redecorate his room after I’m done painting which I also love but, also, how do you decorate a room with a Zelda theme? We’ve also begun staining our fence that we had installed last year and had a bathroom exhaust fan installed that was due for close to 2 years now when we originally put in the HVAC. Improving our home is always a priority and there is no end in sight.

Finally, and dare I say most importantly, I received a call yesterday from the school district inviting me back!!! My position was eliminated in May but, as many of you told me would happen, there is magically a need for me now that the school year is about to start. I am so grateful. I do not know if I will be back at my sons school yet but I made it very clear that is the only place I want to be. So much damn drama for no reason in the end. Regardless, it really showed me how good this job is during this season in my families life. It allows me to share the same hours and most of the same days off as my son, saving us thousands of dollars in childcare. Being at my sons school last year, and fingers crossed again this year, I get to see that side of his life that I wouldn’t otherwise. It is a job I hope to be able to continue all throughout Lincoln’s education and who knows how I will progress along the way. Education is an underpaid/underappreciated profession but one I would be able to look back on and be proud of myself for committing to. Please say your prayers, send out your positive energy and your sincerest hopes that I get assigned to my sons school again. I should find out in the next week or two. I will appreciate you forever.

Until next time,

Katie 🤍

Now What?

Dear WordPress friends, oh how I have missed you. I’ve neglected my blog in recent months as I’ve been feeling uninspired while living the mundane loop-the-loop routine. Working at an elementary school kicks my tush most days. It is a mentally and physically demanding job. I often get in 12,000 steps on a work day. Then I have my own first grader to take care of, a house, a husband, 2 kitties, etc. Summer break is approaching, there are only a couple weeks left. Lincoln will head back in the fall as a second grader while I, unfortunately, will not be returning.

I was told that my position is being eliminated and I am losing my job.

Why you ask? Budget cuts. Here’s the thing. We all received notice that there would be this hard date where we would be potentially receiving this news. I was prepared. Walking around the school that day, so many of us were just awaiting our fate. It was such a somber, tense day. You’d see people come and go out of meetings. Some had tears on their faces and tissues in their hands. When I received the news that I had my own meeting to attend, my heart dropped. I had gotten through most of the day. I was starting to think that maybe I escaped being cut! Turns out I was not so lucky. As the news was being broke to me, there was definitely no tears streaming down my face. I’m rock solid in the moment. Then as the dust settles, that is when reality sets in and I am crushed.

The positive part of it is that I am not one of the ones who needed my job to pay the bills. The negative part of it is… so much about it really. Everything else about it. The piece that I share with others, the surface piece, is that I am sad that I need to start over. I have no idea what I will do next. That’s quite a daunting feeling. I’m turning 41 in a couple weeks and I have no idea what my future is going to look like. I chose this job because I WANTED to do it, not because I had to. And it was such a good fit in so many ways. I’m at my sons school sharing the same hours. I was good at it and I had fun doing it. The bigger more intimate piece of it is that I am always the one who gets dropped. I prepared myself to protect myself because I’ve been through this in some form or another my entire life. I guess it triggered my abandonment issues which brought a deeper sadness than I expected despite preparing and protecting myself. The last thing I want to do right now is think about all the people, all the relationships, that I no longer have in my life. People and relationships that I yearn for especially in times like these… when life blows up. Support is such an essential part of this journey we’re all on.


Despite my future being taken away from me, here’s a little bit of what else has been going on:

Lincoln just wrapped up Saturday morning golf lessons

For Mother’s Day I chose to stay one night in a hotel. A staycation if you will. I did nothing, I ordered in, I did whatever I wanted, I went to bed late and woke up all on my own. The boys picked me up dressed up and cute as could be. When I got home I had two flower bouquets waiting for me and homemade gifts. It was just what I needed.

Our house project throughout the spring and this summer is the front yard. We’ve done extensive work inside our home and in the backyard up to this point. The picture shows what we’ve started with landscaping. This area was nothing but rocks and weeds. I intend to do a dark stain on the fence. I tried the stain on the mailbox pole. I also hope to get a small front porch built under the front window.


I love you WordPress family! I greatly appreciate the support you’ve given me all these years and I know you won’t fail me this time. It has been the wildest 2 years between leaving my toxic long-term job which wasn’t even supposed to be long-term, finding the job at the school district and being moved around and now let go, turning 40 and soon after having my heart emergency. It has been almost a year since that happened! I look forward to getting back in touch with you all as I, obviously, will have more time on my hands in the coming weeks/months. If you’re in America, I hope you’re enjoying your Memorial Day weekend. I know I am. Lots of outside time, BBQing, yard work… Trying to make the best of a bad situation, you know? What choice do I have.

Katie 🤍

Week from Hell

I hope this caught your attention! Seriously though, I’m not steering you wrong. This was the worst week I’ve maybe ever had? I don’t know for sure. I have definitely had some bad days but this entire week gifted all the relevant nouns: nightmare, stress, doozy, etc.

Before I get into it, first I feel it necessary to mention that a couple of weeks ago my cat (Maggie) and my kitten (Harper) got into some sort of super secret, silent fight in the middle of the night.

Let me back track further. I neglected to mention the fact that during Christmas we got an Orange Tabby baby kitten. Thank you Santa 😉

Before the super secret, silent fight two weeks ago, we had an extended weekend during the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday. During the holiday we enjoyed some time at the coast, as we try to do as often as possible. We returned Monday. Everything between the kitties seemed to be just fine, as far as memory serves. Tuesday morning, I’m the first to wake to get ready for school (work.) I walk into the dining room to see blood. I let big kitty outside as is routine every morning. I look at baby kitty and see that he has a big gouge in his front arm. I don’t connect the dots yet that both kitties could be the reason that baby kitty has an injury. There is no broken glass to be found. There seemingly is nothing that could explain the injury and the blood is concentrated to a small area. Long story short, this is happening before we all leave the house shortly after 7am. Big kitty comes back in at some point, a thorough examination shows she also has a leg injury. Nick stays home from work to take them both to the vet. They are both fine, essentially, after spending $600, and being provided with a pain medication and antibiotics for both, to be given two times per day each. YAY!

Cut to this week.

Monday morning. Lincoln is eating breakfast at the table. He (allegedly) reaches back to pet baby kitty (Harper) when he and the bench he is sitting on tip backwards. Lincoln gets hurt but the worse injury is awarded to Harper. Blood everywhere. Again. I check out Lincoln, none of his injuries are serious. He’s just roughed up a little. Harper on the other hand won’t even let us get close to his tail. I am about in tears. We all need to leave the house within minutes and our brand new kitten is hurt again, this time obviously worse. There is nothing any of us can do at this time. We all have somewhere to be. We leave Harper in the bathroom with his necessities and leave for our day.

Monday afternoon. I get a call from someone in the neighborhood, which I didn’t realize in the moment. I don’t recognize the number. I’m still at work so I keep ignoring the call. Eventually I get a text from a parent from the school bus stop who has Lincoln. He apparently took the bus home and no one is home. Which makes sense because he doesn’t ride the bus home because we aren’t home when school gets out. My heart starts racing, we don’t truly know any of the school bus stop families. Thank goodness someone is with him! But also, who are you, you know? So I call back immediately to make contact. It works out that luckily my husband is able to get there quickly. My busy body, with the morning I had, forgot to change the after school transportation schedule. So terrifying. It ended up working out in the best possible way. Thank God!

Monday evening. I get off work and head straight to the vet in the hopes that I can get a late appointment for Harper or early morning, if necessary. His tail is still bleeding after all this time. It’s going to cost but they want to see him immediately. The vet is in our neighborhood so I go home and grab him and walk back to drop him off for evaluation. The weather was beautiful! Multiple calls and $1,000 later, Harper had to be fully sedated and stitched. He has a cut to the bone with the potential of amputation if it doesn’t heal properly. This time I don’t have to give him antibiotics but I do have to give him an oral Opioid every 12 hours.

Monday was enough. Monday was expensive. Monday was stressful to the highest power and it was one thing after another. Let’s call it a week but the universe had other plans…

Tuesday, I had a heart electrophysiologist appointment that I was waiting months for which turned out to be completely pointless. If I’m on daily medication and not having more severe symptoms, the western medical world seems to think that life is glorious and I should continue on as prescribed…

On Wednesday, I got a radio call from staff while waiting for students to get off the bus at school that said I was needed in the office. When I get inside, I find out that Lincoln had been running from his bus to get inside the school and tripped. Head-first, of course. He had a road rash that ripped open his knee. Minor road rashes on his arms but the worst was a giant ping pong ball sized bump on his forehead. It was bleeding like no other. He was sweaty and super calm which is not his regular demeanor. So now I’m in mom mode and work mode literally at the same time which I have never experienced before.

I am trying to watch the Superbowl 🏈 and write this at the same time so I apologize if this reads clunky, for lack of a better word.

Anyway, once again, my husband to the rescue. He has a career where he often is able to work remotely, not desired maybe but able to nonetheless. He was available to come pick him up and take him to the Dr. and stay home with him for the day. It was determined he did NOT have a concussion, thankfully. This wasn’t a total surprise because by the time he left me at school he started to show signs of his usual silly self. The bump on his forehead had minimized considerably by the time I got home and checked him out. It turned out to be an ideal result for a situation that initially looked pretty worrisome. Thank God!

By the end of the week, things seemed to stabilize and get back to normal. Lincoln’s injuries have now scared over, he went back to school the next day. I have stopped giving Harper pain meds. He seems back to himself. He also has seemingly taken out all of his stitches? It is IMPOSSIBLE to keep a cone on a baby kitten. When we’re at work all day there isn’t anything we can do. The good news is that his tail is visibly healing well. I assume he has feeling in it but I am still not sure on that part, I’m not trying to squeeze it for a reaction. We’ll know more during a follow up appointment on the 16th. All’s well that ends well, as they say. I’m looking forward to a 4 day weekend ahead and, hopefully, less injuries for the foreseeable future.

Katie ✌🏻