I’ve been hesitant to write this as I didn’t want to come across as looney or a fraud, but I had a dream once that told me to share what I have experienced (I’m not sure if that helps or hurts my case). Nevertheless, reading about other people’s signs and messages from their loved ones has helped and comforted me, so I hope to do the same for you here. I had never truly imagined Heaven and all its glory until my mom died. Now, it’s a place that I am excited to go to one day, and I hope other people can one day feel just as overjoyed to make it there one day. Since my mom died in August I have received some powerful signs and messages from her that leave me no doubt about where she is. These encounters with her have comforted me, relieved me of any guilt or regret, and brought me much peace. I hope they do for you as well. |
Lauren Barrett is a multi-passionate mom working to help all people become their best selves and build positive relationships with the people around them. She has a degree in deaf education and a Master’s in Reading Education. She is a high school teacher of the Deaf and hard-of-hearing, a former cross country coach, a writer/author, and a full time mom to an amazing 4-year old. Lauren is a 3x author, including children’s book, Henry’s Hiccups, and parenting guide Now What? Mindful Checklists for Life’s Hard Parenting Moments. She is a blogger at Lauren Barrett Writes. Currently, she is grieving her loving mom’s unexpected death and devoting her time to helping people learn about grief, insomnia, and anxiety in honor of her mom. She loves her faith, running, visiting MLB stadiums with her husband, chocolate, scrapbooking, pretending she would actually do well on the Amazing Race, re-watching The Office, listening to Bobby Bones, and helping out all moms. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, James, and son, Henry. Follow her on her blog and get her free kind for sleep and anxiety, Stress Free Sleep. |
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Grief is.
Grief is holding onto one of her shirts because it has her lingering smell, and each day you bury your face into it praying that the smell hasn’t faded away yet.
Grief is going over to her house, entering her closet, and hugging her robe that she has hanging up. Pretending, wishing that it is really her in that robe.
Grief is wondering if you can still call it her house. When do I have to switch from “my parent’s house” to “my dad’s house”?
Grief is still having her contact with her personalized Bitmoji still pinned to my Favorites. Not knowing what is worse: Having to see her picture every day, taunting me with the fact that I can never call her again or permanently deleting her contact forever.
Grief is your dad unintentionally texting you a video from your mom’s phone and, for a few brief, glorious seconds, as you stare at the name on your phone, you think, “Is this it? Is this the moment that defies all logic? The moment the other side finally figures out how to text and call us from the other side?” Only then to come crashing back to reality and realize it isn’t her. You’re crushed.
Grief is spending the rest of the day crying because your dad tells you that he is going to disconnect her number soon. The number you absentmindedly would call for years whenever you wanted to talk, needed advice or wanted to share something funny. One of the two numbers you have memorized. How can this number just be erased? How can anyone else have this number?
Grief is reading her old Facebook posts for hours.
Grief is driving to the Verizon store and then to the Apple store begging them to make sure the texts between the two of you will be saved forever and won’t be accidentally deleted.
Grief is torturing yourself by watching old videos of her, so you don’t forget the sound of her voice. You don’t know if you are doing this out of guilt, sadness, nostalgia, or love. You think it might be all of them.
Grief is holding onto random notes she scribbled just so you can see her handwriting.
Grief is writing to her in a journal every day about what’s happening in our lives and the news, so you feel like she isn’t missing out.
Grief is having an overabundance of love to give.
Grief is perking up when you also meet someone your age who has lost a parent because you know that person will get it.
Grief is many days wanting to stay in bed but then hearing her voice in your head telling me that I will feel a whole lot better if I get up, exercise, and spread joy to other people.
Grief is hating that she is right even in death, of course.
Grief is wanting to live your life to honor her and make it special for your son and family just like she did for you all.
Grief is going on a drive and listening to all the songs that remind you of her and sobbing while you play them.
Grief is wanting to get a shower just so you can have a good place to cry alone.
Grief is being excited to go to sleep because maybe you’ll see her in your dreams tonight.
Grief is waking up to the crushing reality that she is still dead. Every. single. day.
Grief is having nothing but so much love for her.
And most of all, grief just is.
Grief is holding onto one of her shirts because it has her lingering smell, and each day you bury your face into it praying that the smell hasn’t faded away yet.
Grief is going over to her house, entering her closet, and hugging her robe that she has hanging up. Pretending, wishing that it is really her in that robe.
Grief is wondering if you can still call it her house. When do I have to switch from “my parent’s house” to “my dad’s house”?
Grief is still having her contact with her personalized Bitmoji still pinned to my Favorites. Not knowing what is worse: Having to see her picture every day, taunting me with the fact that I can never call her again or permanently deleting her contact forever.
Grief is your dad unintentionally texting you a video from your mom’s phone and, for a few brief, glorious seconds, as you stare at the name on your phone, you think, “Is this it? Is this the moment that defies all logic? The moment the other side finally figures out how to text and call us from the other side?” Only then to come crashing back to reality and realize it isn’t her. You’re crushed.
Grief is spending the rest of the day crying because your dad tells you that he is going to disconnect her number soon. The number you absentmindedly would call for years whenever you wanted to talk, needed advice or wanted to share something funny. One of the two numbers you have memorized. How can this number just be erased? How can anyone else have this number?
Grief is reading her old Facebook posts for hours.
Grief is driving to the Verizon store and then to the Apple store begging them to make sure the texts between the two of you will be saved forever and won’t be accidentally deleted.
Grief is torturing yourself by watching old videos of her, so you don’t forget the sound of her voice. You don’t know if you are doing this out of guilt, sadness, nostalgia, or love. You think it might be all of them.
Grief is holding onto random notes she scribbled just so you can see her handwriting.
Grief is writing to her in a journal every day about what’s happening in our lives and the news, so you feel like she isn’t missing out.
Grief is having an overabundance of love to give.
Grief is perking up when you also meet someone your age who has lost a parent because you know that person will get it.
Grief is many days wanting to stay in bed but then hearing her voice in your head telling me that I will feel a whole lot better if I get up, exercise, and spread joy to other people.
Grief is hating that she is right even in death, of course.
Grief is wanting to live your life to honor her and make it special for your son and family just like she did for you all.
Grief is going on a drive and listening to all the songs that remind you of her and sobbing while you play them.
Grief is wanting to get a shower just so you can have a good place to cry alone.
Grief is being excited to go to sleep because maybe you’ll see her in your dreams tonight.
Grief is waking up to the crushing reality that she is still dead. Every. single. day.
Grief is having nothing but so much love for her.
And most of all, grief just is.
Lauren Barrett is a multi-passionate mom working to help all people become their best selves and build positive relationships with the people around them. She has a degree in deaf education and a Master’s in Reading Education. She is a high school teacher of the Deaf and hard-of-hearing, a former cross country coach, a writer/author, and a full time mom to an amazing 4-year old. Lauren is a 3x author, including children’s book, Henry’s Hiccups, and parenting guide Now What? Mindful Checklists for Life’s Hard Parenting Moments. She is a blogger at Lauren Barrett Writes. Currently, she is grieving her loving mom’s unexpected death and devoting her time to helping people learn about grief, insomnia, and anxiety in honor of her mom. She loves her faith, running, visiting MLB stadiums with her husband, chocolate, scrapbooking, pretending she would actually do well on the Amazing Race, re-watching The Office, listening to Bobby Bones, and helping out all moms. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, James, and son, Henry. Follow her on her blog and get her free kind for sleep and anxiety, Stress Free Sleep. |
Dear Only Child,
Life wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. It’s been you and I for almost five years now. Daddy, too, of course. But you and I have spent a lot of time together over the years.
Each summer I was home from work [I’m a teacher], and I thought it would be the last one of just us together. I tried to make the most of our alone time together.
Remember, the time we laid in the hammocks after looking at the sunflowers? We just stared at the sky while I counted my blessings. You giggled and stuck your feet in my face. We walked in streams, played in sandboxes, and looked at fish in aquariums.
Summer turned into Fall. Fall into Winter and Winter into Spring.
We went to pumpkin patches, hiked in the mountains, rode train rides, saw Santa, sipped hot cocoa, spent a lot of time with Grandma and Pop, tried ice-skating, tried (and hated soccer), and just like that we were back in the hammocks after looking at the sunflowers.
Still no siblings yet. I felt bad that we couldn’t give you a little brother or sister yet.
But lying in the hammocks that day, you turned your sweet little face to me and said, “Thanks for taking me here. I’m having really fun.”
Thank you for saying that.
Dear only child, we want another baby but know that you will always be enough for your daddy and me. No matter what happens.
That day in the hammock your daddy and I were in the middle of the adoption process. I felt so at peace. I had you right next to me, my little buddy. I was so thankful for all our time spent together and that life didn’t work out how I planned.
This way was better.
Then something awful happened.
A month later Grandma died unexpectedly. You were confused. I was, and still am, so sad. Our adoption got delayed.
Dear only child, life wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. I’m so sorry that you are so young and have known so much grief.
But look at you. I’m so proud and thankful for all that you have become. Despite everything that has happened you are sensitive, funny, loving, resilient, compassionate, and curious.
I’m so glad that you are my child.
Dear only child, our adoption is active now. We could have another child soon. Whatever happens, I’ll forever treasure all the time we spent just you and me.
Here's to 2024.
I love you,
Mommy
Life wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. It’s been you and I for almost five years now. Daddy, too, of course. But you and I have spent a lot of time together over the years.
Each summer I was home from work [I’m a teacher], and I thought it would be the last one of just us together. I tried to make the most of our alone time together.
Remember, the time we laid in the hammocks after looking at the sunflowers? We just stared at the sky while I counted my blessings. You giggled and stuck your feet in my face. We walked in streams, played in sandboxes, and looked at fish in aquariums.
Summer turned into Fall. Fall into Winter and Winter into Spring.
We went to pumpkin patches, hiked in the mountains, rode train rides, saw Santa, sipped hot cocoa, spent a lot of time with Grandma and Pop, tried ice-skating, tried (and hated soccer), and just like that we were back in the hammocks after looking at the sunflowers.
Still no siblings yet. I felt bad that we couldn’t give you a little brother or sister yet.
But lying in the hammocks that day, you turned your sweet little face to me and said, “Thanks for taking me here. I’m having really fun.”
Thank you for saying that.
Dear only child, we want another baby but know that you will always be enough for your daddy and me. No matter what happens.
That day in the hammock your daddy and I were in the middle of the adoption process. I felt so at peace. I had you right next to me, my little buddy. I was so thankful for all our time spent together and that life didn’t work out how I planned.
This way was better.
Then something awful happened.
A month later Grandma died unexpectedly. You were confused. I was, and still am, so sad. Our adoption got delayed.
Dear only child, life wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. I’m so sorry that you are so young and have known so much grief.
But look at you. I’m so proud and thankful for all that you have become. Despite everything that has happened you are sensitive, funny, loving, resilient, compassionate, and curious.
I’m so glad that you are my child.
Dear only child, our adoption is active now. We could have another child soon. Whatever happens, I’ll forever treasure all the time we spent just you and me.
Here's to 2024.
I love you,
Mommy
Lauren Barrett is a multi-passionate mom working to help all people become their best selves and build positive relationships with the people around them. She has a degree in deaf education and a Master’s in Reading Education. She is a high school teacher of the Deaf and hard-of-hearing, a former cross country coach, a writer/author, and a full time mom to an amazing 4-year old. Lauren is a 3x author, including children’s book, Henry’s Hiccups, and parenting guide Now What? Mindful Checklists for Life’s Hard Parenting Moments. She is a blogger at Lauren Barrett Writes. Currently, she is grieving her loving mom’s unexpected death and devoting her time to helping people learn about grief, insomnia, and anxiety in honor of her mom. She loves her faith, running, visiting MLB stadiums with her husband, chocolate, scrapbooking, pretending she would actually do well on the Amazing Race, re-watching The Office, listening to Bobby Bones, and helping out all moms. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, James, and son, Henry. Follow her on her blog and get her free kind for sleep and anxiety, Stress Free Sleep. |
I always thought I would get more time with my mom. I figured I would have plenty of time to ask her life’s important, deep, and emotional questions when she got proverbially old. I did not. She died very unexpectedly still in excellent health when I was 34.
While I fortunately did not take her for granted -we had a great relationship and did and saw many things together. I did, on the other hand, take time for granted and wished I would have asked her more of the following questions in this article.
I know the subject of mortality can be an uncomfortable, scary, and taboo topic to broach with your parents, but, trust me, you’ll feel better and comforted having the answers to these questions once they do die.
10 Questions to Ask Your Parents
1. What are your funeral wishes?
What songs do you want at your funeral? Do you want any certain scripture readings or someone to say the mass? Do you want a religious or non-religious funeral? Do you want to be cremated or buried? If cremated, where do you want me to keep or scatter the ashes? If buried, where do you want to be buried? How would you like to be remembered at the funeral?
This one my dad and I did know for the most part, and I can say with confidence that we gave her the funeral she would have wanted with her being very traditionally Catholic.
Planning and even writing an obituary together doesn’t mean that your parents are going to die the next day. What it does is have a special moment together cementing these details and then being able to honor their wishes when they do pass.
This one my dad and I did know for the most part, and I can say with confidence that we gave her the funeral she would have wanted with her being very traditionally Catholic.
Planning and even writing an obituary together doesn’t mean that your parents are going to die the next day. What it does is have a special moment together cementing these details and then being able to honor their wishes when they do pass.
2. Do you have a will and how will the estate be handled?
Fortunately, for me, my dad handled all this. However, this is something I’ll need to have a conversation with him soon because, otherwise, I’d be clueless when he passes.
I know dealing with all of these issues caused him much stress at a time when he was already stressed and grieving.
Talking about these things ahead of time helps you all get your ducks in a row and alleviates some stress when the time comes to confront these issues.
I know dealing with all of these issues caused him much stress at a time when he was already stressed and grieving.
Talking about these things ahead of time helps you all get your ducks in a row and alleviates some stress when the time comes to confront these issues.
3. Where are things?
My dad and I have had somewhat hilarious times trying to locate where my mom kept things (More like almost wanting to pull out our hair). She was meticulously organized and even still we had trouble finding things.
Take inventory of your parents’ belongings before they pass. Where do they keep the special star they hang on the Christmas tree? Where do they keep all the family pictures? The addresses and passwords?
I suggest doing a walk-thru and writing it all down.
Take inventory of your parents’ belongings before they pass. Where do they keep the special star they hang on the Christmas tree? Where do they keep all the family pictures? The addresses and passwords?
I suggest doing a walk-thru and writing it all down.
4. What is your best piece of advice for me?
I long to call my mom up on the phone and just hear her advice one more time. While I have many memories of all the advice she has given me over the years, asking your parents this question now when they are alive, will be a priceless thing to have when they are gone.
I am pretty sentimental, so I would write down the advice and put it in a scrapbook or memory book. You can even record your parents giving you this advice.
I am pretty sentimental, so I would write down the advice and put it in a scrapbook or memory book. You can even record your parents giving you this advice.
5. What were your own parents’ deaths like for you?
I recently found my mom’s journal where she wrote down everything from both of your parents’ deaths. I felt like after reading that I knew and understood my mom on a deeper level. It’s a conversation I would have liked to have had with her in person.
We tend to shelter people from death and our true feelings behind it. I think talking with my mom about her mom’s and dad’s deaths would have helped me prepare for her death more and would have helped me understand her more when she was alive.
We tend to shelter people from death and our true feelings behind it. I think talking with my mom about her mom’s and dad’s deaths would have helped me prepare for her death more and would have helped me understand her more when she was alive.
6. What was our childhood like for you?
Being a mother myself I gained a whole new perspective of how much my mom really loved us as kids. We talked about some of the hardships she faced being a new parent and the things that she loved.
If this isn’t a conversation you have had with your parents make a plan to have it.
If this isn’t a conversation you have had with your parents make a plan to have it.
7. What is your favorite memory of us as a family?
What was your favorite tradition? Your favorite vacation we took? What did you love most about our family? What was special for you?
8. What is/was the hardest part of being a parent?
You will probably find that knowing the answer to this question will give you great insight into your parents and be able to relate to them more.
9. What has been your proudest moment for me?
No one is quite as proud of you as your parents are. Ask them what that moment was. You’ll relish knowing this for the rest of your life.
10. What should I pass on to the next generation?
The hardest thing for me about my mom’s death is that she only knew my son for four years and will never meet the next child. While I talk about her every day to my son and her memory will always live on through pictures, videos, stories, and traditions, I would love to have something specific prepared by her to share with my kids.
This could be a video recording, letters written to your kids by your parents, recipes, photo albums, a scrapbook, an extensive interview of your parents, jewelry, articles of clothing, or precious relics, statues, and antiques.
This could be a video recording, letters written to your kids by your parents, recipes, photo albums, a scrapbook, an extensive interview of your parents, jewelry, articles of clothing, or precious relics, statues, and antiques.
I hope this inspires you to have a conversation with your parents. I know I will be with my dad. And, above all else, continue to spend quality time with your parents. Life is precious.
Lauren Barrett is a multi-passionate mom working to help all people become their best selves and build positive relationships with the people around them. She has a degree in deaf education and a Master’s in Reading Education. She is a high school teacher of the Deaf and hard-of-hearing, a former cross country coach, a writer/author, and a full time mom to an amazing 4-year old. Lauren is a 3x author, including children’s book,Henry’s Hiccups, and parenting guideNow What? Mindful Checklists for Life’s Hard Parenting Moments. She is a blogger atLauren Barrett Writes. Currently, she is grieving her loving mom’s unexpected death and devoting her time to helping people learn about grief, insomnia, and anxiety in honor of her mom. She loves her faith, running, visiting MLB stadiums with her husband, chocolate, scrapbooking, pretending she would actually do well on the Amazing Race, re-watching The Office, listening to Bobby Bones, and helping out all moms. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, James, and son, Henry. Follow her on her blog and get her free kind for sleep and anxiety, Stress Free Sleep. |
It’s no secret that Doug Wanoy’s usual rambunctious chatter on the Twitterverse (X) has been relatively quiet after the untimely passing of his beautiful wife of 38 years. But since the Bauer/Wanoy/Barrett clan have never been ones to shy away from inappropriate, callous, dark humor in the face of sadness, I feared something was amiss.
So much like a Dean Koontz novel, I decided to get to the bottom of the mystery behind Doug’s radio silence.
So much like a Dean Koontz novel, I decided to get to the bottom of the mystery behind Doug’s radio silence.
Doug’s Last Interactions on Twitter
Before the fateful day of August 19, Doug seemed to be on his Are Hillary and Trump Related? kick which seemed to spawn from two ongoing feuds between Dad and Son and Dad and Daughter over the offspring and the offspring’s fiance respectfully voting for Trump and refusing to see the Barbie movie.
At 7:20 PM on August 18 my dad was firing off a Hillary picture with a single keystroke while my mom was simultaneously having a stroke. Both strokes would end lives. My mom’s literally. My dad’s metaphorically.
Doug Wanoy was dead. Or so we thought…
At 7:20 PM on August 18 my dad was firing off a Hillary picture with a single keystroke while my mom was simultaneously having a stroke. Both strokes would end lives. My mom’s literally. My dad’s metaphorically.
Doug Wanoy was dead. Or so we thought…
Doug Is Resurrected
Just like how the Rat Pack, featuring Dean Martin, was resurrected in the 1960s, Doug Wanoy, too, resurrected out of the shadows of darkness and the depths of despair with a single tweet on November 9.
Doug and his daughter, me, were attending a Doobie Brothers and Eagles concert which Kyle and I (mainly Kyle using promo code UNTOLD for $20 off with Gametime) purchased for Doug’s birthday back in July for my dad and mom. Womp Womp.
Anyway…on a dark, deserted high, way up section of the arena Doug decided to snap a picture of us showing off our awesome seats…
Up ahead in the distance, we saw a shimmering light…which turned out to be the Doobie Brothers playing. Doug snapped another picture.
He posted both to Twitter.
Doug and his daughter, me, were attending a Doobie Brothers and Eagles concert which Kyle and I (mainly Kyle using promo code UNTOLD for $20 off with Gametime) purchased for Doug’s birthday back in July for my dad and mom. Womp Womp.
Anyway…on a dark, deserted high, way up section of the arena Doug decided to snap a picture of us showing off our awesome seats…
Up ahead in the distance, we saw a shimmering light…which turned out to be the Doobie Brothers playing. Doug snapped another picture.
He posted both to Twitter.
I don’t know much about “numbers” on Twitter but it seemed like Doug’s “fans” were happy to have him back and joking again.
So I asked him, “Dad, will you ever start Tweeting again?”
“Yes, but first…these are my confessions…”
Confessions: Part I
Having grown up Catholic, Doug is no stranger to confession. He’s repented better than anyone who’s had one too many Jimmy Dean’s sausage sandwiches before a 5 hour flight.
Atoning for his sins was no harder for Doug than the robbed man behind the curtain was when… *Never mind…I cannot bring myself to make a Catholic joke or my mom will haunt me from her grave.* #catholic4lyfe
Nevertheless, Doug was so full of guilt for some incidents he did while my mom was alive that he never told a soul. And the guilt was beginning to weigh on him.
So right here, right now, he would like to make a public confession and by doing that, maybe, he’ll be ready to start Tweeting again.
Atoning for his sins was no harder for Doug than the robbed man behind the curtain was when… *Never mind…I cannot bring myself to make a Catholic joke or my mom will haunt me from her grave.* #catholic4lyfe
Nevertheless, Doug was so full of guilt for some incidents he did while my mom was alive that he never told a soul. And the guilt was beginning to weigh on him.
So right here, right now, he would like to make a public confession and by doing that, maybe, he’ll be ready to start Tweeting again.
CONFESSION 1: THE COFFEE STAIN
In 2017 my parents bought a house in North Carolina to be closer to Yours Truly. What you need to know about this house is that overnight it transformed into a White Girl’s Pinterest board on steroids. The house became my mom and my mom became the house. It was her passion project.
By the time 2023 rolled it around it was full of DIY projects, knickknacks, decorations bought and returned a million times, and adornments. It was, for the most part, immaculate.
There was only one problem. My dad lived in it.
Now, I don’t want to speak ill of the dead, but my mom was perhaps a little uptight about the house at times. I also don’t want to speak ill of the living, but my dad was perhaps a little careless with the house at times.
On one particular summer day when my mom wasn’t home, my dad was looking at his phone, most likely laughing at himself for being so witty with a Tweet he composed, in his left hand. In his right hand was a coffee.
In the section between the kitchen and living room is a handcrafted, specially made dining room table that we never dined at once, but my mom treated as if it was her third born child which she should have named the Deaning Room Table.
Anyway, Doug, in all his glory, walked right into the chair, nicked it, and watched as the coffee spilled in slow motion, like one of those Bounty commercials, all over one of the chairs. It started at the top and slowly seeped down into the seat of the chair.
Unlike Bounty, my dad was not a quicker-picker upper and instead stared in shock at the coffee mess. He took a deep breath, assessed the situation, and immediately started to take a page out of the Bauer Boy Handbook: How to Best Avoid Telling the Truth and Accepting Blame.
Google told him to blot it with a damp cloth. Everything seemed to be going well until it dried. Left on the chair was an, albeit much lighter, obvious coffee stain. As soon as my mom found out, he was going to be deader than James Dean.
But Doug could not be deterred. He devoted the next month to strategically positioning the chair, so every time my mom walked into a room she would be looking at the back of the chair and, thus, not see the stain.
Enter in the front door - the chair would be rearranged to be on the north side of the table, so her eyes would see the back of it. .
Sunlight streaming in from the sun room from the south end - the chair’s back would be to the rays, so the light wouldn’t illuminate the stain.
Walking out of her room - the chair would be at the head of the east end of the table.
For weeks Doug had to anticipate my mom’s every move. He was exhausted to say the least.
Finally he declared to himself, “This is ridiculous. I cannot keep doing this.”
Any sane person would come clean, but this was Doug we were speaking of. Instead he concocted an elaborate scheme to air the stain to the world without accepting any of the blame.
He had it all down to a science.
Step 1: Watch my son.
Step 2: Get my mom out of the house.
Step 3: Respill the coffee.
Step 4: Call my mom immediately and tell her that my son accidentally spilled the coffee on the chair.
Step 5: Ask her how to get the coffee out.
Step 6: Look like a devoted, loving husband who heroically cleans up most of the stain.
What an evil genius.
However, before the sociopathic plan could be executed, my mom was executed herself by the figurative hands of the Grim Reaper (sorry for all the death jokes. Don’t worry I’m coping just fine. Thank you very much.)
The enormity of what my dad was about to do weighed heavily on his conscience.
He had to spill the beans on the beans.
So, right here, right now, he is asking for your forgiveness. The first step on his path to righteousness and repentance.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry for my sins. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good. I have sinned against you and your church. I firmly intend, with the help of your son, to do penance, and sin no more.”
By the time 2023 rolled it around it was full of DIY projects, knickknacks, decorations bought and returned a million times, and adornments. It was, for the most part, immaculate.
There was only one problem. My dad lived in it.
Now, I don’t want to speak ill of the dead, but my mom was perhaps a little uptight about the house at times. I also don’t want to speak ill of the living, but my dad was perhaps a little careless with the house at times.
On one particular summer day when my mom wasn’t home, my dad was looking at his phone, most likely laughing at himself for being so witty with a Tweet he composed, in his left hand. In his right hand was a coffee.
In the section between the kitchen and living room is a handcrafted, specially made dining room table that we never dined at once, but my mom treated as if it was her third born child which she should have named the Deaning Room Table.
Anyway, Doug, in all his glory, walked right into the chair, nicked it, and watched as the coffee spilled in slow motion, like one of those Bounty commercials, all over one of the chairs. It started at the top and slowly seeped down into the seat of the chair.
Unlike Bounty, my dad was not a quicker-picker upper and instead stared in shock at the coffee mess. He took a deep breath, assessed the situation, and immediately started to take a page out of the Bauer Boy Handbook: How to Best Avoid Telling the Truth and Accepting Blame.
Google told him to blot it with a damp cloth. Everything seemed to be going well until it dried. Left on the chair was an, albeit much lighter, obvious coffee stain. As soon as my mom found out, he was going to be deader than James Dean.
But Doug could not be deterred. He devoted the next month to strategically positioning the chair, so every time my mom walked into a room she would be looking at the back of the chair and, thus, not see the stain.
Enter in the front door - the chair would be rearranged to be on the north side of the table, so her eyes would see the back of it. .
Sunlight streaming in from the sun room from the south end - the chair’s back would be to the rays, so the light wouldn’t illuminate the stain.
Walking out of her room - the chair would be at the head of the east end of the table.
For weeks Doug had to anticipate my mom’s every move. He was exhausted to say the least.
Finally he declared to himself, “This is ridiculous. I cannot keep doing this.”
Any sane person would come clean, but this was Doug we were speaking of. Instead he concocted an elaborate scheme to air the stain to the world without accepting any of the blame.
He had it all down to a science.
Step 1: Watch my son.
Step 2: Get my mom out of the house.
Step 3: Respill the coffee.
Step 4: Call my mom immediately and tell her that my son accidentally spilled the coffee on the chair.
Step 5: Ask her how to get the coffee out.
Step 6: Look like a devoted, loving husband who heroically cleans up most of the stain.
What an evil genius.
However, before the sociopathic plan could be executed, my mom was executed herself by the figurative hands of the Grim Reaper (sorry for all the death jokes. Don’t worry I’m coping just fine. Thank you very much.)
The enormity of what my dad was about to do weighed heavily on his conscience.
He had to spill the beans on the beans.
So, right here, right now, he is asking for your forgiveness. The first step on his path to righteousness and repentance.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry for my sins. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good. I have sinned against you and your church. I firmly intend, with the help of your son, to do penance, and sin no more.”
Stay tuned for Confessions: Part II
My goal now is to become a certified sleep and anxiety coach and as part of that I developed a mini STRESS FREE SLEEP email course.
I highly suggest checking it out if you struggle with sleep and panic.
Buy me a coffee if you liked this blog.
And if you're a parent, check out my parenting guide Now What? Mindful Parenting Checklists for Life’s Hard Moments.
Lauren Barrett is a multi-passionate mom working to help all people become their best selves and build positive relationships with the people around them. She has a degree in deaf education and a Master’s in Reading Education. She is a high school teacher of the Deaf and hard-of-hearing, a former cross country coach, a writer/author, and a full time mom to an amazing 4-year old. Lauren is a 3x author, including children’s book,Henry’s Hiccups, and parenting guideNow What? Mindful Checklists for Life’s Hard Parenting Moments. She is a blogger atLauren Barrett Writes. Currently, she is grieving her loving mom’s unexpected death and devoting her time to helping people learn about grief, insomnia, and anxiety in honor of her mom. She loves her faith, running, visiting MLB stadiums with her husband, chocolate, scrapbooking, pretending she would actually do well on the Amazing Race, re-watching The Office, listening to Bobby Bones, and helping out all moms. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, James, and son, Henry. Follow her on her blog and get her free kind for sleep and anxiety, Stress Free Sleep. |
I never expected cheese curds to be the thing that restored my faith in humanity, but, alas, they did, at least at the end of this one particular day….
Our trip to Chicago in 2021 did not start off in my favor. For starters, my husband and I were taking our first kid free trip in two years.
I had visions of early nights of sitting in front of the TV binge watching Ted Lasso and the Olympics while eating takeout after a long day of sightseeing and activities. I had dreams of sleeping in and wandering around our AirBNB still in our pajamas. I had fantasies of no messes to clean up, nothing to tidy, and being as loud as we wanted.
But there was just one problem - Denise.
The problem wasn’t with Denise herself. She was a lovely middle aged lady who had interests in artwork and dogs. She belonged to a tennis league and had an active social life where she frequently rode her scooter to said social events. Denise was an orderly person who enjoyed every item in her house to have a home. She was a fine lady. Some may even say an upstanding individual. No, the problem wasn’t with Denise at all.
The problem was that Denise was there. On a trip where I was looking forward to spending time with just James, we now had a third. One, me. Two, James. And three, Denise. Denise rented the AirBNB in which we were staying, and surprise, Denise was staying too.
Unfortunately unbeknownst to me, I had booked a shared AirBNB stay from Denise, and Denise would be there - sharing a bathroom, kitchen, common area, and almost a bedroom since our bedroom looked right into Denise’s bedroom, and she kept the blinds and window open.
1 point against Humanity.
Two days into the trip, I was trying to make the most of our less than favorable accommodations, and, in fact, after a lovely morning stroll along the Chicago River, I became once again optimistic about the days that lay ahead.
Later that particular day, we were renting a car to Milwaukee where we would take in the cheese and beers of the city followed by a Brewers game in the evening and topped off with the creme de la creme of the getaway - not only a kid-free night in a hotel, but a Denise-free night in a hotel.
“We have plenty of time, but let’s make our way to our rent-a-car, so we can get to the city early enough before the game to explore,” I said to James.
Up until this point, we had only taken the Brown Line to and from our destinations. This time we had to take the Blue Line and transfer to the Brown Line. Simple enough.
I’ve always said about reality dating shows like - The Bachelor and The Ultimatum - that if you truly want to test a couple’s strength, have them navigate their way around an unknown city.
After awhile our dialogue with one another shifted from pleasant to this:
“Google is telling me that it’s right here, James. Why can’t you listen to me?”
“You’re holding the %$#@ing map upside down, Lauren. Why do I always have to do everything? You can’t do anything right.”
“Why do you have to be so mean to me? I’m human, James.”
2 points against Humanity.
Needless to say, we never found the Blue Line and eventually had to take a longer, more circuitous route that dropped us off farther from our destination than originally planned. No worries, we could use the exercise in the beautiful, sunny weather we reasoned.
Ten seconds later, it started pouring.
3 points against Humanity.
We trudged the nearly 7 blocks in the rain to our rental car. We were using Turo, a car rental service like AirBNB. Someone leaves the keys for us and then we take that person’s car for our allotted time and then return it back to their house.
“Let’s hope the car doesn’t come with Denise,” I joked.
Then the following events proceeded to happen in the downpour in this order:
4 points against Humanity.
Finally, we settled into the car out of the rain. We were a little later than we had anticipated, but we were excited to get on the road.
James started the car and plugged into the app that we had entered the car. He paused. He paused some more. He had a look of disbelief on his face. He then had a look of ire on his face.
“James, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“We can’t take the %$#@ing car out of state.”
“What?! How did you not know that?”
Wrong thing for me to say, considering I was the one who booked an AirBNB with Denise.
5 points against Humanity.
We probably sat in the car, completely in denial of our situation, for another 20 minutes. Our only other option was to Uber back to Denise’s, grab our luggage, and take an Uber the 2 hours and 12 minutes to Milwaukee.
Having settled on that plan, we executed our plan in that manner. By this point, we had resigned to the fact that we wouldn’t get to explore the city and we would be slightly late to the game.
The Uber guy picked us up and upon seeing that we would be going to Milwaukee said that he couldn’t take us.
6 points against Humanity.
However, after some under the table dealing, we convinced him to make the trek.
Half a point recovered by Humanity.
Standing in front of American Family Field, 5 innings late to the game, exhausted, annoyed, and with 5 ½ points stacked against Humanity, I had little hope that anything about the rest of the evening would go well. Nothing would restore my faith in Humanity at this point.
Of course, we couldn’t find the entrance to the game. Every entrance we arrived at was closed and a terrible thought crossed my mind: What if we are too late to get into the game?
Then, something miraculous happened. The employees working the gate were willing to help us. Having been to 24 MLB stadiums at this point, we were well versed in the apathy of stadium workers and their lack of customer service. But not here. Here at American Family Field where I was wondering if they took the name of their stadium literally. When you’re here, you’re family? A tear trickled down my eye.
They were not only willing to help us, they were wanting to help us. They were thrilled to help us. Everyone was. The workers. The guests. The fans. EVERYONE WAS SO NICE!
They led us inside. They led us to food. They led us to restrooms. They led us to our seats. They said, “please, thank you, my pleasure.”
What was happening?
Not wanting to tempt fate, I thought that nothing good could possibly keep happening.
But then I sat down in my seat to watch a baseball game and opened my mouth to try cheese curds for the first time.
And my faith in humanity was restored with each cheesy, delectable, delicious bite.
Our trip to Chicago in 2021 did not start off in my favor. For starters, my husband and I were taking our first kid free trip in two years.
I had visions of early nights of sitting in front of the TV binge watching Ted Lasso and the Olympics while eating takeout after a long day of sightseeing and activities. I had dreams of sleeping in and wandering around our AirBNB still in our pajamas. I had fantasies of no messes to clean up, nothing to tidy, and being as loud as we wanted.
But there was just one problem - Denise.
The problem wasn’t with Denise herself. She was a lovely middle aged lady who had interests in artwork and dogs. She belonged to a tennis league and had an active social life where she frequently rode her scooter to said social events. Denise was an orderly person who enjoyed every item in her house to have a home. She was a fine lady. Some may even say an upstanding individual. No, the problem wasn’t with Denise at all.
The problem was that Denise was there. On a trip where I was looking forward to spending time with just James, we now had a third. One, me. Two, James. And three, Denise. Denise rented the AirBNB in which we were staying, and surprise, Denise was staying too.
Unfortunately unbeknownst to me, I had booked a shared AirBNB stay from Denise, and Denise would be there - sharing a bathroom, kitchen, common area, and almost a bedroom since our bedroom looked right into Denise’s bedroom, and she kept the blinds and window open.
1 point against Humanity.
Two days into the trip, I was trying to make the most of our less than favorable accommodations, and, in fact, after a lovely morning stroll along the Chicago River, I became once again optimistic about the days that lay ahead.
Later that particular day, we were renting a car to Milwaukee where we would take in the cheese and beers of the city followed by a Brewers game in the evening and topped off with the creme de la creme of the getaway - not only a kid-free night in a hotel, but a Denise-free night in a hotel.
“We have plenty of time, but let’s make our way to our rent-a-car, so we can get to the city early enough before the game to explore,” I said to James.
Up until this point, we had only taken the Brown Line to and from our destinations. This time we had to take the Blue Line and transfer to the Brown Line. Simple enough.
I’ve always said about reality dating shows like - The Bachelor and The Ultimatum - that if you truly want to test a couple’s strength, have them navigate their way around an unknown city.
After awhile our dialogue with one another shifted from pleasant to this:
“Google is telling me that it’s right here, James. Why can’t you listen to me?”
“You’re holding the %$#@ing map upside down, Lauren. Why do I always have to do everything? You can’t do anything right.”
“Why do you have to be so mean to me? I’m human, James.”
2 points against Humanity.
Needless to say, we never found the Blue Line and eventually had to take a longer, more circuitous route that dropped us off farther from our destination than originally planned. No worries, we could use the exercise in the beautiful, sunny weather we reasoned.
Ten seconds later, it started pouring.
3 points against Humanity.
We trudged the nearly 7 blocks in the rain to our rental car. We were using Turo, a car rental service like AirBNB. Someone leaves the keys for us and then we take that person’s car for our allotted time and then return it back to their house.
“Let’s hope the car doesn’t come with Denise,” I joked.
Then the following events proceeded to happen in the downpour in this order:
- We spent 20 minutes trying to find the lockbox for the key.
- We found the lockbox for the key, but it was rusted shut.
- We called the owner who was out of town who said he didn’t know what he could do for us.
- We realized we had the wrong lockbox.
- We found the right lockbox.
- We retrieved the keys.
- We spent 10 more minutes trying to find where the car was parked.
4 points against Humanity.
Finally, we settled into the car out of the rain. We were a little later than we had anticipated, but we were excited to get on the road.
James started the car and plugged into the app that we had entered the car. He paused. He paused some more. He had a look of disbelief on his face. He then had a look of ire on his face.
“James, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“We can’t take the %$#@ing car out of state.”
“What?! How did you not know that?”
Wrong thing for me to say, considering I was the one who booked an AirBNB with Denise.
5 points against Humanity.
We probably sat in the car, completely in denial of our situation, for another 20 minutes. Our only other option was to Uber back to Denise’s, grab our luggage, and take an Uber the 2 hours and 12 minutes to Milwaukee.
Having settled on that plan, we executed our plan in that manner. By this point, we had resigned to the fact that we wouldn’t get to explore the city and we would be slightly late to the game.
The Uber guy picked us up and upon seeing that we would be going to Milwaukee said that he couldn’t take us.
6 points against Humanity.
However, after some under the table dealing, we convinced him to make the trek.
Half a point recovered by Humanity.
Standing in front of American Family Field, 5 innings late to the game, exhausted, annoyed, and with 5 ½ points stacked against Humanity, I had little hope that anything about the rest of the evening would go well. Nothing would restore my faith in Humanity at this point.
Of course, we couldn’t find the entrance to the game. Every entrance we arrived at was closed and a terrible thought crossed my mind: What if we are too late to get into the game?
Then, something miraculous happened. The employees working the gate were willing to help us. Having been to 24 MLB stadiums at this point, we were well versed in the apathy of stadium workers and their lack of customer service. But not here. Here at American Family Field where I was wondering if they took the name of their stadium literally. When you’re here, you’re family? A tear trickled down my eye.
They were not only willing to help us, they were wanting to help us. They were thrilled to help us. Everyone was. The workers. The guests. The fans. EVERYONE WAS SO NICE!
They led us inside. They led us to food. They led us to restrooms. They led us to our seats. They said, “please, thank you, my pleasure.”
What was happening?
Not wanting to tempt fate, I thought that nothing good could possibly keep happening.
But then I sat down in my seat to watch a baseball game and opened my mouth to try cheese curds for the first time.
And my faith in humanity was restored with each cheesy, delectable, delicious bite.
My goal now is to become a certified sleep and anxiety coach and as part of that I developed a mini STRESS FREE SLEEP email course.
I highly suggest checking it out if you struggle with sleep and panic.
Buy me a coffee if you liked this blog.
And if you're a parent, check out my parenting guide Now What? Mindful Parenting Checklists for Life’s Hard Moments.
I highly suggest checking it out if you struggle with sleep and panic.
Buy me a coffee if you liked this blog.
And if you're a parent, check out my parenting guide Now What? Mindful Parenting Checklists for Life’s Hard Moments.
Lauren Barrett is a multi-passionate mom working to help all people become their best selves and build positive relationships with the people around them. She has a degree in deaf education and a Master’s in Reading Education. She is a high school teacher of the Deaf and hard-of-hearing, a former cross country coach, a writer/author, and a full time mom to an amazing 4-year old. Lauren is a 3x author, including children’s book,Henry’s Hiccups, and parenting guideNow What? Mindful Checklists for Life’s Hard Parenting Moments. She is a blogger atLauren Barrett Writes. Currently, she is grieving her loving mom’s unexpected death and devoting her time to helping people learn about grief, insomnia, and anxiety in honor of her mom. She loves her faith, running, visiting MLB stadiums with her husband, chocolate, scrapbooking, pretending she would actually do well on the Amazing Race, re-watching The Office, listening to Bobby Bones, and helping out all moms. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, James, and son, Henry. Follow her on her blog and get her free kind for sleep and anxiety, Stress Free Sleep. |
My short response to the title of this blog is DON'T GO and conjure in your mind what you imagine the best of Gatlinburg to be and that, my friend, will be the best of Gatlinburg.
My long response to the title of this blog will be this...
My long response to the title of this blog will be this...
In a recent trip to the mountains, I learned two things...
1. There are more people in this world who LOVE pancakes than I originally had thought.
2. My disdain for Gatlinburg has surpassed my diresion for St. Louis, Missouri and Kyle's scorn for the entire state of Kansas.
But first let's back up and see how we got there.
A Decision is Made
After my mom died, my dad decided that we should meet up with Kyle in the fall and travel somewhere, so we could all be together.
We bounced around a few ideas - Chicago, Colorado, Charleston, SC - BUT we settled on some place better. Some place more beautiful. Some place more brilliant. Some place more buttery?
Gatlinburg, Tennessee.
The logic behind it was that it was some place in the middle for Kyle to easily fly to and for the crew in North Carolina to easily drive to for a long weekend.
Perfect.
However, my alarm bells should have sounded when my dear cousin said to me, "Have you ever been to Gatlinburg? You're in for a treat."
I like treats, so I was excited!
We bounced around a few ideas - Chicago, Colorado, Charleston, SC - BUT we settled on some place better. Some place more beautiful. Some place more brilliant. Some place more buttery?
Gatlinburg, Tennessee.
The logic behind it was that it was some place in the middle for Kyle to easily fly to and for the crew in North Carolina to easily drive to for a long weekend.
Perfect.
However, my alarm bells should have sounded when my dear cousin said to me, "Have you ever been to Gatlinburg? You're in for a treat."
I like treats, so I was excited!
Arriving to Gatlinburg
After leaving the quaint and charming town of Blowing Rock, North Carolina, I was looking forward to some more rest and relaxation in the city that claims to be the gateway to the Great Smoky Mountains.
We've already established that I don't like gateways (i.e. The Gateway Arch) but no red flags seemed imminent yet.
We packed up the car and headed out on the Blue Ridge Parkway where we took in the sights of the fall foliage and gorgeous mountain vista views, but not before I spilled my stupid Stanley all over the backseat floor, and my feet were now resting in a sopping puddle of water.
As I was soaking it all in figuratively and literally, the vibrations of my IPhone startled me out of my dreamlike stance.
It was my brother.
"Lauren, it's Kyle. Please pray for me."
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THINGS HOLY, WE ARE NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE!!"
As a side note, for some strange and unforeseen reason, Kyle booked a separate flight on a separate day from his girlfriend. So Kyle flew into Knoxville, TN a whole day before we even arrived, then Ubered to Gatlinburg the following day, and now was on the side of a street in downtown Gatlinburg at restaurant/bar where we had to pick him up. He'll always remain a mystery to me in the way he thinks and does things.
We've already established that I don't like gateways (i.e. The Gateway Arch) but no red flags seemed imminent yet.
We packed up the car and headed out on the Blue Ridge Parkway where we took in the sights of the fall foliage and gorgeous mountain vista views, but not before I spilled my stupid Stanley all over the backseat floor, and my feet were now resting in a sopping puddle of water.
As I was soaking it all in figuratively and literally, the vibrations of my IPhone startled me out of my dreamlike stance.
It was my brother.
"Lauren, it's Kyle. Please pray for me."
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND ALL THINGS HOLY, WE ARE NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE!!"
As a side note, for some strange and unforeseen reason, Kyle booked a separate flight on a separate day from his girlfriend. So Kyle flew into Knoxville, TN a whole day before we even arrived, then Ubered to Gatlinburg the following day, and now was on the side of a street in downtown Gatlinburg at restaurant/bar where we had to pick him up. He'll always remain a mystery to me in the way he thinks and does things.
Upon entering the outskirts of Gatlinburg, it didn't take immensely long for me to see why Kyle needed prayers.
We were in bumper to bumper traffic inching along the parkway to get into the main part of the city. And on the sidewalks were crowds of people...walking? No, walking doesn't seem to be the right word for what they were doing. Shuffling. Yes, these hordes of people were all collectively shuffling about from one end of the strip to the next.
And lining the sidewalks were TOURIST TRAPS that were seemingly swallowing the shuffling souls.
MINI GOLF
RIPLEY'S BELIEVE IT OR NOT
WINE TASTING
WHISKY TASTING
T-SHIRT STORES
THE TRUMP STORE (I did have to pause here and giggle as I imagined each president having their own store. THE FILLMORE STORE. THE PIERCE STORE. THE CLEVELAND STORE. THE ARTHUR STORE. hehe)
These traps were swallowing these poor souls and spitting them out as a different washed-up specimen. Muwhahaha.
I gasped. As a child who grew up in West Virginia, I've seen this horror film before.
"Oh my God! Gatlinburg is the Myrtle Beach of the Mountains!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Cue Halloween theme song.
We were in bumper to bumper traffic inching along the parkway to get into the main part of the city. And on the sidewalks were crowds of people...walking? No, walking doesn't seem to be the right word for what they were doing. Shuffling. Yes, these hordes of people were all collectively shuffling about from one end of the strip to the next.
And lining the sidewalks were TOURIST TRAPS that were seemingly swallowing the shuffling souls.
MINI GOLF
RIPLEY'S BELIEVE IT OR NOT
WINE TASTING
WHISKY TASTING
T-SHIRT STORES
THE TRUMP STORE (I did have to pause here and giggle as I imagined each president having their own store. THE FILLMORE STORE. THE PIERCE STORE. THE CLEVELAND STORE. THE ARTHUR STORE. hehe)
These traps were swallowing these poor souls and spitting them out as a different washed-up specimen. Muwhahaha.
I gasped. As a child who grew up in West Virginia, I've seen this horror film before.
"Oh my God! Gatlinburg is the Myrtle Beach of the Mountains!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Cue Halloween theme song.
Having been to Myrtle Beach several times as a child, I'm all too familiar with the drive down there.
First, you hit a point of no return. It's when you realize you have entered the horror movie and there's no turning back .
For travelers driving along I-95 on route to MB, that point of no return is South of the Border, the Gateway to Myrtle Beach, and the roadside attraction where you can get two things - sombreros and hepatitis.
For Gatlinburg, the point of no return is when you see the Gatlinburg Space Needle, oddly reminiscent of SotB's Sombrero Tower and Arcade. Getting closer, I looked around and realized that there was no escaping. We were being sucked in.
We found Kyle on the side of the road, picked him up, and sped off to our AirBNB.
First, you hit a point of no return. It's when you realize you have entered the horror movie and there's no turning back .
For travelers driving along I-95 on route to MB, that point of no return is South of the Border, the Gateway to Myrtle Beach, and the roadside attraction where you can get two things - sombreros and hepatitis.
For Gatlinburg, the point of no return is when you see the Gatlinburg Space Needle, oddly reminiscent of SotB's Sombrero Tower and Arcade. Getting closer, I looked around and realized that there was no escaping. We were being sucked in.
We found Kyle on the side of the road, picked him up, and sped off to our AirBNB.
The Best of Gatlinburg
To start, the best Gatlinburg could offer us was sending us our keycode at 3:56 PM and allowing us to check in four minutes early for our 4:00 PM check in time!
We decided to spend the rest of the evening not leaving our place of residence in order to gear up to venture out into the wild tomorrow.
The next day commenced with Kyle getting lost for three hours because he had to find a gym. He called to ask for directions, but his phone died as I was explaining how to get back.
Not confident in Kyle's directional and spatial skills both my dad and I drove around looking for him. My dad finally found him on the side of the road stomping up a hill.
At this point, we were ready for some mountain air and gorgeous views located in Great Smoky Mountain National Park.
Getting in the car, we started our travel to the park.
And that's when we saw THEM.
We decided to spend the rest of the evening not leaving our place of residence in order to gear up to venture out into the wild tomorrow.
The next day commenced with Kyle getting lost for three hours because he had to find a gym. He called to ask for directions, but his phone died as I was explaining how to get back.
Not confident in Kyle's directional and spatial skills both my dad and I drove around looking for him. My dad finally found him on the side of the road stomping up a hill.
At this point, we were ready for some mountain air and gorgeous views located in Great Smoky Mountain National Park.
Getting in the car, we started our travel to the park.
And that's when we saw THEM.
PANCAKE PANTRY
LOG CABIN PANCAKE HOUSE
LITTLE HOUSE OF PANCAKES
FLAPJACK'S PANCAKE CABIN
ATRIUM PANCAKES
Each of these pancake pavilions had people lined up outside and around the corner as they shuffled closer to the puffy perfections, awaiting the simple taste of a buttery bite.
It was a sight to behold.
Don't get me wrong. I like me some pancakes every now and then, but the scene unfolding before my very eyes was ethereal. One our eyes couldn't make sense of.
Never once during my short time on earth have I ever encountered a creature hither or tither that has quite loved pancakes in the way that the breed of humans I saw that day must love pancakes.
I was afraid Gatlinburg had drugged these unassuming souls.
LOG CABIN PANCAKE HOUSE
LITTLE HOUSE OF PANCAKES
FLAPJACK'S PANCAKE CABIN
ATRIUM PANCAKES
Each of these pancake pavilions had people lined up outside and around the corner as they shuffled closer to the puffy perfections, awaiting the simple taste of a buttery bite.
It was a sight to behold.
Don't get me wrong. I like me some pancakes every now and then, but the scene unfolding before my very eyes was ethereal. One our eyes couldn't make sense of.
Never once during my short time on earth have I ever encountered a creature hither or tither that has quite loved pancakes in the way that the breed of humans I saw that day must love pancakes.
I was afraid Gatlinburg had drugged these unassuming souls.
I momentarily put the Pancake Panorama out of my head and got ready for some hiking.
The best Gatlinburg has to offer on that front is sitting in more traffic to go three miles in 30 minutes and then another 20 minutes to find parking to hike an overcrowded trail to see a waterfall and then sit in another hour's worth of traffic to get back to the AirBNB.
At this point, we were seriously considering our entertainment for the rest of the trip to be having races to see who could make their way from one end of the main drag to the another the fastest while we battled the crowds of people standing aimlessly, shuffling, and standing still.
However, the next day we decided to give Gatlinburg one more shot with a trip up to Ober Mountain.
To get to Ober Mountain you ride an aerial tram. You can purchase tram only passes for $19.99 or an all access pass for $49.99 (Kids 5 and under are free). We all got the access passes.
On our way we once again passed the Pancake People and took a few seconds to marvel at their mysterious ways.
The aerial tram was actually pretty cool. Once we got there, we started with the animal exhibit and then I took my son on the carousel and the ice bumper cars while the rest of the gang got food.
The line for the ice bumper cars was long and moved slowly but luckily there were benches along the wall to rest our weary legs. A large party "didn't notice" all the people sitting and tried to get to the front of the line, but the people in front politely pointed them to the back of the line.
After a half hour and the third round of waiting, it was looking like we would finally be next. The large group behind me had taken to sitting on the benches this time, and they were suspiciously creeping their way to the front. They wouldn't dare cut us, I thought.
Well, I'll be damned, those mfers did cut us when our turn finally arrived! Usually a demure and dainty person who balks at the face of too much confrontation, I said to myself, "No."
Gatlinburg and life, in general, had beaten me down far too much lately. I wasn't going to stand for this.
"NOT T-T-T-TODAY, JUNIOR!" I made a squealing noise, gave those bitches a glaring look, and pushed my way in front of them.
"BOO! This ain't no child's play. Who's the real villain now, Gatlinburg? That's right, me. Muwhahaha."
The best Gatlinburg has to offer on that front is sitting in more traffic to go three miles in 30 minutes and then another 20 minutes to find parking to hike an overcrowded trail to see a waterfall and then sit in another hour's worth of traffic to get back to the AirBNB.
At this point, we were seriously considering our entertainment for the rest of the trip to be having races to see who could make their way from one end of the main drag to the another the fastest while we battled the crowds of people standing aimlessly, shuffling, and standing still.
However, the next day we decided to give Gatlinburg one more shot with a trip up to Ober Mountain.
To get to Ober Mountain you ride an aerial tram. You can purchase tram only passes for $19.99 or an all access pass for $49.99 (Kids 5 and under are free). We all got the access passes.
On our way we once again passed the Pancake People and took a few seconds to marvel at their mysterious ways.
The aerial tram was actually pretty cool. Once we got there, we started with the animal exhibit and then I took my son on the carousel and the ice bumper cars while the rest of the gang got food.
The line for the ice bumper cars was long and moved slowly but luckily there were benches along the wall to rest our weary legs. A large party "didn't notice" all the people sitting and tried to get to the front of the line, but the people in front politely pointed them to the back of the line.
After a half hour and the third round of waiting, it was looking like we would finally be next. The large group behind me had taken to sitting on the benches this time, and they were suspiciously creeping their way to the front. They wouldn't dare cut us, I thought.
Well, I'll be damned, those mfers did cut us when our turn finally arrived! Usually a demure and dainty person who balks at the face of too much confrontation, I said to myself, "No."
Gatlinburg and life, in general, had beaten me down far too much lately. I wasn't going to stand for this.
"NOT T-T-T-TODAY, JUNIOR!" I made a squealing noise, gave those bitches a glaring look, and pushed my way in front of them.
"BOO! This ain't no child's play. Who's the real villain now, Gatlinburg? That's right, me. Muwhahaha."
I got on that ride, and it was the best freakin' ride of my son's life.
Until moments later when my son got to ride the mountain coaster with my husband and everyone else who had been waiting in line while we were at the ice bumper cars (The line was too long for me to wait), and that ride was the best thing everyone did in all of Gatlinburg.
You win, Gatlinburg, you win.
Oh yeah, my dad and I saw a random bear walking just walking on a side street, and it went into a parking garage. But we were so in awe that we didn't get any pictures. So I guess it doesn't count?
My goal now is to become a certified sleep and anxiety coach and as part of that I developed a mini STRESS FREE SLEEP email course.
I highly suggest checking it out if you struggle with sleep and panic.
Buy me a coffee if you liked this blog.
And if you're a parent, check out my parenting guide Now What? Mindful Parenting Checklists for Life’s Hard Moments.
Lauren Barrett is a multi-passionate mom working to help all people become their best selves and build positive relationships with the people around them. She has a degree in deaf education and a Master’s in Reading Education. She is a high school teacher of the Deaf and hard-of-hearing, a former cross country coach, a writer/author, and a full time mom to an amazing 4-year old. Lauren is a 3x author, including children’s book,Henry’s Hiccups, and parenting guideNow What? Mindful Checklists for Life’s Hard Parenting Moments. She is a blogger atLauren Barrett Writes. Currently, she is grieving her loving mom’s unexpected death and devoting her time to helping people learn about grief, insomnia, and anxiety in honor of her mom. She loves her faith, running, visiting MLB stadiums with her husband, chocolate, scrapbooking, pretending she would actually do well on the Amazing Race, re-watching The Office, listening to Bobby Bones, and helping out all moms. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, James, and son, Henry. Follow her on her blog and get her free kind for sleep and anxiety, Stress Free Sleep.
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Blowing Rock is 3 1/2 hours away from Raleigh, North Carolina and is the perfect place to get away from the big city and spend a couple days relaxing by the mountains.
We recently got back from a trip there a week ago.
Fall is the perfect time to go. The weather is crisp and the leaves are beginning to change.
The Logistics:
Keep reading to get our full itinerary and more recommendations
We recently got back from a trip there a week ago.
Fall is the perfect time to go. The weather is crisp and the leaves are beginning to change.
The Logistics:
- We stayed 2 days and 2 nights.
- We got an AirBNB within walking distance of Main Street
Keep reading to get our full itinerary and more recommendations
Where We Ate
While there are many restaurants we wish we could have tried, we went to two great places for dinner.
1. The Town Tavern
This is a sports bar serving American food located on Main Street. We sat outside under the lights on the patio that had a fire pit too.
2. The Speckled Trout
This cute restaurant specializes in...no other than trout which was very delicious. We once again sat outside on the ratio. The night we went there was live music.
3. The Blowing Rock Market
James and my dad got breakfast here one day. You can sit outside.
4. Blue Deer Cookies
A perfect place for an after dinner treat. My dad and James got cookies. Henry got ice cream. I got an ice cream cookie sandwich.
Here are my other recommendations that we will definitely be trying the next time we go.
1. The Town Tavern
This is a sports bar serving American food located on Main Street. We sat outside under the lights on the patio that had a fire pit too.
2. The Speckled Trout
This cute restaurant specializes in...no other than trout which was very delicious. We once again sat outside on the ratio. The night we went there was live music.
3. The Blowing Rock Market
James and my dad got breakfast here one day. You can sit outside.
4. Blue Deer Cookies
A perfect place for an after dinner treat. My dad and James got cookies. Henry got ice cream. I got an ice cream cookie sandwich.
Here are my other recommendations that we will definitely be trying the next time we go.
- Cafe Violette
- Blowing Rock Brewery Company
- Sunset and Vine
- Hellbender Bed and Beverage
- The Best Cellar
Things We Did
1. Hiking
We did the Glen Burney Trail to Glen Burney Falls and Glen Marie Falls. The parking lot is located right off main street. The hike is roughly 3 miles and does have some uneven, strenuous terrain.
The way out is all downhill and the way back is uphill. But my 4-year old son did it with some bribery and motivation toward the end.
I definitely recommend this hike.
2. Grandfather Mountain
You have to purchase tickets ahead of time to get into the park. We started off our trip here at Mildred's Grill.
While James waited in line for the food, Henry and I walked around to look at the exhibits of animals. We could see bears, elk, cougars, eagles, and otters.
After eating, we headed up the mountain to the do the suspension bridge, the highest in the United States. You have to wait in your car to get into the parking lot as they let people out of the parking lot or you can park in the lower parking lot and hike up .5 miles to the bridge.
The bridge was scary to me. I wouldn't say I enjoyed it, but the views are nice.
I recommend staying longer here and doing more hiking throughout the park.
3. Grandfather Vineyard and Winery
We went here after Grandfather Mountain and had a great time here. This vineyard is the cutest I've ever been too.
It has ample seating and even has spots along the creek. Gorgeous views. The day we went there was live music and we ordered two flights of wine.
Perfect for kids too.
4. Window Shopping
I highly suggest spending some time browsing the shops along Main Street and beyond in downtown Blowing Rock. While you shop, your partner can take the kids to the playground.
There are so many unique boutiques and shops that are fun to go in and out.
5. Drive the Blue Ridge Parkway
Drive this stretch of road through the mountains to see beautiful views.
Other Recommendations
We did the Glen Burney Trail to Glen Burney Falls and Glen Marie Falls. The parking lot is located right off main street. The hike is roughly 3 miles and does have some uneven, strenuous terrain.
The way out is all downhill and the way back is uphill. But my 4-year old son did it with some bribery and motivation toward the end.
I definitely recommend this hike.
2. Grandfather Mountain
You have to purchase tickets ahead of time to get into the park. We started off our trip here at Mildred's Grill.
While James waited in line for the food, Henry and I walked around to look at the exhibits of animals. We could see bears, elk, cougars, eagles, and otters.
After eating, we headed up the mountain to the do the suspension bridge, the highest in the United States. You have to wait in your car to get into the parking lot as they let people out of the parking lot or you can park in the lower parking lot and hike up .5 miles to the bridge.
The bridge was scary to me. I wouldn't say I enjoyed it, but the views are nice.
I recommend staying longer here and doing more hiking throughout the park.
3. Grandfather Vineyard and Winery
We went here after Grandfather Mountain and had a great time here. This vineyard is the cutest I've ever been too.
It has ample seating and even has spots along the creek. Gorgeous views. The day we went there was live music and we ordered two flights of wine.
Perfect for kids too.
4. Window Shopping
I highly suggest spending some time browsing the shops along Main Street and beyond in downtown Blowing Rock. While you shop, your partner can take the kids to the playground.
There are so many unique boutiques and shops that are fun to go in and out.
5. Drive the Blue Ridge Parkway
Drive this stretch of road through the mountains to see beautiful views.
Other Recommendations
- Tweetsie Railroad - It was closed during the week when we went but looks so much fun for the kids
- Spas -Blowing Rock has a view spas which would be a great way to spend your day after hiking.
- The Blowing Rock - Visit the site in which Blowing Rock got its name
- Price Lake - Head to nearby Price Lake for some water activities
Other Places to Visit in North Carolina
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My goal now is to become a certified sleep and anxiety coach and as part of that I developed a mini STRESS FREE SLEEP email course.
I highly suggest checking it out if you struggle with sleep and panic.
Buy me a coffee if you liked this blog.
And if you're a parent, check out my parenting guide Now What? Mindful Parenting Checklists for Life’s Hard Moments.
I highly suggest checking it out if you struggle with sleep and panic.
Buy me a coffee if you liked this blog.
And if you're a parent, check out my parenting guide Now What? Mindful Parenting Checklists for Life’s Hard Moments.
Lauren Barrett is a multi-passionate mom working to help all people become their best selves and build positive relationships with the people around them. She has a degree in deaf education and a Master’s in Reading Education. She is a high school teacher of the Deaf and hard-of-hearing, a former cross country coach, a writer/author, and a full time mom to an amazing 4-year old. Lauren is a 3x author, including children’s book,Henry’s Hiccups, and parenting guideNow What? Mindful Checklists for Life’s Hard Parenting Moments. She is a blogger atLauren Barrett Writes. Currently, she is grieving her loving mom’s unexpected death and devoting her time to helping people learn about grief, insomnia, and anxiety in honor of her mom. She loves her faith, running, visiting MLB stadiums with her husband, chocolate, scrapbooking, pretending she would actually do well on the Amazing Race, re-watching The Office, listening to Bobby Bones, and helping out all moms. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, James, and son, Henry. Follow her on her blog and get her free kind for sleep and anxiety, Stress Free Sleep.
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My brother Kyle and I have always shared similar interests.
There's only one difference.
He tends to take these said interests and go a little, how should I say it, obsessive.
I first had a love for sports and geography.
But then Kyle took to wrestling at the spry age of 6 and my delts and lats were no match for his when my dad made us tussle (true story). And soon after, woe is me, my knowledge of delts and lats* were no match to his photographic knowledge of the atlas when my mom made us scrimmage on roadtrips (true story).
I had a respectable 9/11 period where I read tons of books, watched a lot of documentaries, and did a Social Studies Fair Project judged by Mr. Baum where I earned superior and placed in the top 3, but I was ̶t̶w̶o̶ ̶t̶o̶w̶e̶r̶e̶d̶ too coward to ever make mine a public bit. "̶M̶o̶h̶a̶m̶e̶d̶ atta boy, Kyle, way to be brave and hijack this knowledge from me."**
I had a memorize oddly specific facts phase when I spent a summer memorizing my Latin vocabulary, so I could impress my 8th grade class when our priest/teacher quizzed us at the beginning of the school year and he was so in awe that he exempted me from the test and then I said "Veni, Vidi, Vici" and the whole class laughed (True story except when everyone laughed).
Kyle took it a little further by spending a day memorizing bachelorette and bachelor occupations to win a trivia competition for thousands of viewers which makes my Latin triumphum in front of 21 parochial school students pale in comparison.
I guess I'm just missing some piece of the puzzle that Kyle has.
HOWEVER....
There is one thing that Kyle is trying to outdo, Exploit. And everyone just thinks it is soooo funny.
But it really grinds my gears. Sticks in my craw. It really ruffles my feathers. Boils my blood. Gets under my skin.
I will not allow him to upscond this from me.
*How Geography Bee Phenoms say deltas and latitudes
**I didn't feel good about making 9/11 jokes. I'm sorry.
Protocols and Regimens
I have long been a lover of protocols and regimens.
It's kind of been my thing (flips hair).
I unironically wrote a 30 Day Challenge that is a protocol on steroids and not meant to be humorous at all (and actually would probably be pretty cringe to go back and read now). Don't buy it. Seriously, this isn't a sales tactic (or is it??). No, seriously, don't buy it. I have a lot better advice now.
But since developing that challenge, I have had a lot more life experiences under my belt. To be fair, Kyle has too.
Our mom died...
And not that us Bauers would ever be so crass as to turn our mother's death into a competition of Who is Coping Better...
But...
If we did, I'd let you be the judge of who is winning.
Let's just say one of us is melting down over chicken sliders, chugging champagne, distracting himself (or herself) with studying oddly specific NFL facts, telling his (her) sibling that he has trained himself (herself) to look at treats such as donuts and cookies with disgust, and going through protocols like Francis goes through the thesaurus (hey-ohhh)***
While the other is attending bereavement support groups with 80 year old ladies, journaling in a grief therapy workbook, reading in hammocks as she (or he) soaks in the parcels of sun on her (or his) face and stares up at the endless sky, contemplating life, and strolling through gardens to literally stop and smell the flowers while giving thanks for the many blessings she (or he) still has.
So...
I'll let you be the judge of whose daily procedure you would like to follow.
Side note: I don't know how sensitive you all are yet. I'm still gauging, but I'm starting to think you are not nearly delicate as the comment section of a parenting post about Cocomelon. But, in case you are, this is a joke. We are not making my mom's death a competition. Kyle and I are very much connected and united throughout all of this. Read here on how everyone grieves differently.
***Just kidding I really like Francis, and I go through the thesaurus too.
It's kind of been my thing (flips hair).
I unironically wrote a 30 Day Challenge that is a protocol on steroids and not meant to be humorous at all (and actually would probably be pretty cringe to go back and read now). Don't buy it. Seriously, this isn't a sales tactic (or is it??). No, seriously, don't buy it. I have a lot better advice now.
But since developing that challenge, I have had a lot more life experiences under my belt. To be fair, Kyle has too.
Our mom died...
And not that us Bauers would ever be so crass as to turn our mother's death into a competition of Who is Coping Better...
But...
If we did, I'd let you be the judge of who is winning.
Let's just say one of us is melting down over chicken sliders, chugging champagne, distracting himself (or herself) with studying oddly specific NFL facts, telling his (her) sibling that he has trained himself (herself) to look at treats such as donuts and cookies with disgust, and going through protocols like Francis goes through the thesaurus (hey-ohhh)***
While the other is attending bereavement support groups with 80 year old ladies, journaling in a grief therapy workbook, reading in hammocks as she (or he) soaks in the parcels of sun on her (or his) face and stares up at the endless sky, contemplating life, and strolling through gardens to literally stop and smell the flowers while giving thanks for the many blessings she (or he) still has.
So...
I'll let you be the judge of whose daily procedure you would like to follow.
Side note: I don't know how sensitive you all are yet. I'm still gauging, but I'm starting to think you are not nearly delicate as the comment section of a parenting post about Cocomelon. But, in case you are, this is a joke. We are not making my mom's death a competition. Kyle and I are very much connected and united throughout all of this. Read here on how everyone grieves differently.
***Just kidding I really like Francis, and I go through the thesaurus too.
Kyle's Perfect Protocol
To recap here is Kyle's Perfection Protocol: Gen 1.
I believe he's on Gen 6-7 now. Just sayin'
I believe he's on Gen 6-7 now. Just sayin'
My Reliable Regimen
While Kyle's protocol might be cute and silly and give everyone a good hearty chuckle, my regimen is reliable.
My regimen is a necessity.
You need this remedy.
It's like Old Faithful of Yosemite.
I've been following it for years in all it's entity.
And Just like Wheeling, West Virginia my regimen only needs one Generation - any more is an absurdity. ****
RELIABLE REGIMEN
(*meals and general hygiene not included but should generally elicit moderate pleasure with room for extreme pleasure every now and then. At least one meal and one general hygiene activity should require your undivided attention without any external stimuli distracting you from every bite, chew, and water droplet touching your skin)
(*build in time-ins too if you have children)
MORNING
6:00-6:30 Wake up Morning Routine
*I wake up when my body wakes me up. If you don't have the luxury of being on a short leave from work because your mom died and have to get up at a specific time, set your alarm for 5 minutes before you have to get up.
-Whatever you do, do NOT reach for your phone first thing.
-Spend 5 minutes in gratitude. List four things you are thankful for. Make them different every day for a month. After a month, you may reuse. Write down if you have to.
-Reach for your phone. Do NOT check email.
-Commence Brain Activity Games in this order:
-Drink one glass of water before breakfast.
-25 minute run or light jaunt outside in spectrum of rays.
(do not call them parcels)
(can listen to music or podcast but do not put headphones in ears to protect your ears from noise exposure and to allow yourself to hear outside sounds for pleasure and safety)
(Fridays and Sundays are rest days)
-10 minutes of stretching
-6 minutes of ab work 2-3x a week
-Set reminder for 10:30 AM to promptly do 6 minutes of additional neck stretching even if you are teaching in front of students.
-If you have lost a loved one, pause here to talk aloud to them and slightly chastise them for dying. "It's morning, everyone! Today's the day! The sun is shining. The birds are chirping! The leaves are changing! The air is getting crisp! My mom is dead. [Gasps] My mom is dead! Dammit, Mom. It was totally NOT cool of you to die. Really whack. What's that? Okay, fine, Mom. I take it back. Love you."
AFTERNOON
-The rest of the day should include at least 25 minutes of reading, 25 minutes of writing or another creative outlet, and one podcast that will make you laugh.
-10-15 minutes of training the next person in your coaching tree to become elite in geography. Right now we are doing U.S.A. map work with my 4-year old son.
-Social Media usage is only allowed on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday from 8:00 AM-9:00 PM but you should spend no more than 10-15 minutes on app at atime to allow your eyes a break.
-On non-social media days allow yourself to look through photos to strengthen memory and relationships.
-On non-social media days spend 15-20 minutes planning one small fun activity for the week and one bigger fun activity for the next month.
-Pick one person to send a "Hi, checking in." text.
EVENING
-Talk to neighbors. Neighbor connection is important.
-Call your mom or dad.
-Kiss or hug partner for 6 seconds even if they hate it.
-8PM spend quality time making forced conversation with your partner even if they hate it.
Set reminder on phone for 8PM sharp
Bring talking points to the conversation
-9PM no more phone.
-9:05 PM practice Worst Fantasy Technique for 30 minutes.
-Read or watch TV until ready for bed.
BEDTIME
****Yes, both Kyle and I went through an unfortunate making up raps phases
My regimen is a necessity.
You need this remedy.
It's like Old Faithful of Yosemite.
I've been following it for years in all it's entity.
And Just like Wheeling, West Virginia my regimen only needs one Generation - any more is an absurdity. ****
RELIABLE REGIMEN
(*meals and general hygiene not included but should generally elicit moderate pleasure with room for extreme pleasure every now and then. At least one meal and one general hygiene activity should require your undivided attention without any external stimuli distracting you from every bite, chew, and water droplet touching your skin)
(*build in time-ins too if you have children)
MORNING
6:00-6:30 Wake up Morning Routine
*I wake up when my body wakes me up. If you don't have the luxury of being on a short leave from work because your mom died and have to get up at a specific time, set your alarm for 5 minutes before you have to get up.
-Whatever you do, do NOT reach for your phone first thing.
-Spend 5 minutes in gratitude. List four things you are thankful for. Make them different every day for a month. After a month, you may reuse. Write down if you have to.
-Reach for your phone. Do NOT check email.
-Commence Brain Activity Games in this order:
- Quizl - immediately send your results to someone. Give no context.
- Daily Dozen - immediately send your results to someone. Give no context.
- Wordle - do not send results, no matter how well you do.
- Mini NYT crossword - anything over 1:00 is failure. Do better tomorrow.
- NYT Spelling Bee
- NYT Connections.
- PAUSE here to adjust posture and hand position.
- Quordle
- Octordle
- Contexto - send results to someone.
-Drink one glass of water before breakfast.
-25 minute run or light jaunt outside in spectrum of rays.
(do not call them parcels)
(can listen to music or podcast but do not put headphones in ears to protect your ears from noise exposure and to allow yourself to hear outside sounds for pleasure and safety)
(Fridays and Sundays are rest days)
-10 minutes of stretching
-6 minutes of ab work 2-3x a week
-Set reminder for 10:30 AM to promptly do 6 minutes of additional neck stretching even if you are teaching in front of students.
-If you have lost a loved one, pause here to talk aloud to them and slightly chastise them for dying. "It's morning, everyone! Today's the day! The sun is shining. The birds are chirping! The leaves are changing! The air is getting crisp! My mom is dead. [Gasps] My mom is dead! Dammit, Mom. It was totally NOT cool of you to die. Really whack. What's that? Okay, fine, Mom. I take it back. Love you."
AFTERNOON
-The rest of the day should include at least 25 minutes of reading, 25 minutes of writing or another creative outlet, and one podcast that will make you laugh.
-10-15 minutes of training the next person in your coaching tree to become elite in geography. Right now we are doing U.S.A. map work with my 4-year old son.
-Social Media usage is only allowed on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday from 8:00 AM-9:00 PM but you should spend no more than 10-15 minutes on app at atime to allow your eyes a break.
-On non-social media days allow yourself to look through photos to strengthen memory and relationships.
-On non-social media days spend 15-20 minutes planning one small fun activity for the week and one bigger fun activity for the next month.
-Pick one person to send a "Hi, checking in." text.
EVENING
-Talk to neighbors. Neighbor connection is important.
-Call your mom or dad.
-Kiss or hug partner for 6 seconds even if they hate it.
-8PM spend quality time making forced conversation with your partner even if they hate it.
Set reminder on phone for 8PM sharp
Bring talking points to the conversation
-9PM no more phone.
-9:05 PM practice Worst Fantasy Technique for 30 minutes.
-Read or watch TV until ready for bed.
BEDTIME
****Yes, both Kyle and I went through an unfortunate making up raps phases
In All Seriousness
I always like to end on a serious tone.
I really like helping people become happy, productive, and panic free throughout their day and life in order to be the best version of themselves.
Part of my job is teaching social-emotional skills and building a solid day is an important part of it.
Kyle's Perfect Protocol, although funny and unattainable, has a lot of good aspects to it and sometimes we like to swap tips.
Two years ago I had some health conditions that led to a battle with insomnia and intense anxiety, which was awful during the worst of it.
With hard work (or maybe lack of work depending on how you look at it) and rewiring my brain, I have no more troubles with sleep and no more panic and only the good kind of anxiety.
My goal now is to become a certified sleep and anxiety coach and as part of that I developed a mini STRESS FREE SLEEP email course.
I highly suggest checking it out if you struggle with sleep and panic.
Buy me a coffee if you liked this blog.
And if you're a parent, check out my parenting guide Now What? Mindful Parenting Checklists for Life’s Hard Moments.
I really like helping people become happy, productive, and panic free throughout their day and life in order to be the best version of themselves.
Part of my job is teaching social-emotional skills and building a solid day is an important part of it.
Kyle's Perfect Protocol, although funny and unattainable, has a lot of good aspects to it and sometimes we like to swap tips.
Two years ago I had some health conditions that led to a battle with insomnia and intense anxiety, which was awful during the worst of it.
With hard work (or maybe lack of work depending on how you look at it) and rewiring my brain, I have no more troubles with sleep and no more panic and only the good kind of anxiety.
My goal now is to become a certified sleep and anxiety coach and as part of that I developed a mini STRESS FREE SLEEP email course.
I highly suggest checking it out if you struggle with sleep and panic.
Buy me a coffee if you liked this blog.
And if you're a parent, check out my parenting guide Now What? Mindful Parenting Checklists for Life’s Hard Moments.
Lauren Barrett is a multi-passionate mom working to help all parents become their best selves and build positive relationships with their kids through mindful parenting. She has a degree in deaf education and a Master’s in Reading Education. She is a high school teacher of the Deaf and hard-of-hearing by day, a cross country coach by the afternoon, a writer/author by her son's nap times, and a full time mom to an amazing 4-year old. Lauren is a 3x author of the Add One-A-Day 30 Day Challenge, children's book, Henry's Hiccups, and parenting guide Now What? Mindful Checklists for Life's Hard Parenting Moments, a blogger at Lauren Barrett Writes, and has been published on sites like A Fine Parent, Pregnant Chicken, Pop Sugar, Her View From Home, and Scary Mommy. She loves her faith, running, visiting MLB stadiums with her husband, chocolate, scrapbooking, pretending she would actually do well on the Amazing Race, re-watching The Office, listening to Bobby Bones, and helping out all moms. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, James, and son, Henry. Follow her on Instagram at @laurenbarrettwrites, and get her free guide on what to do during the middle of a tantrum. |
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