A Stress Reaction

This past weekend was filled with stress, but Sunday was especially stressful.  I really don’t want to post about the event that caused the stress, but it basically resulted in NHL being sent home from Hebrew school and being confined in his room for nearly the rest of the day.  He was allowed out for meals, bathroom trips, and to do his homework, but not to play.  (At least until after dinner when we allowed him some playtime with his brother.)

To keep the boys separate and prevent one from egging on the other (and because we had dropped him off there before picking NHL up and he refused to leave), B stayed at her parents’ house with JSL for awhile.  That left me in the house alone with NHL.

Now, I’m usually a pretty laid-back kind of guy.  I don’t like stress and will try to avoid it as much as possible.  Despite my avoidance attempts, though, stress all too often finds its way to me.  When it does, I find that I have a few nearly instinctive reactions to it.

Avoidance

My first reaction is the avoid the stress.  This might mean burying myself in work, looking up obscure (and completely meaningless) trivia on Wikipedia, or watching TV shows until my brain is numb.  Basically, I’m preventing my brain from thinking about the stressful event.  It doesn’t help solve the source of the stress, I know, but sometimes I can’t help it.  Something stressful happens and a switch flips in my brain causing me to seek distraction.

Is this successful?  For minor stresses or for stresses that I couldn’t fix if I wanted to, it can be.  Sometimes stress is counter-productive.  If one of the boys is sick but is tucked in bed at the moment, then driving myself to the edge of sanity by worrying about him isn’t helping anyone.  Better that I distract my mind for the short period of time so I can calm down and more rationally think about a course of action.

Problem Solving

I’m a problem solver by nature.  If I see a puzzle in front of me, I want to figure it out and solve it.  If something is going wrong, I want to figure out why and how to correct it.  So, when confronted with a stressful situation, I will sometimes go into problem solver mode and try to figure out a fix.  Of course, if the problem is beyond my abilities to fix, this can wind up just causing more stress.

Eating

This is a bad one, I know, but I do stress-eat.  It isn’t all the time and it usually isn’t much.  (If I stress-eat too much, I feel sick which puts an end to this stress reaction.)  However, yesterday I found myself reaching for the leftover Halloween candy.  After the second mini-candy bar was consumed and my hand went reaching for a third, I dragged myself away.

Clearly, this tactic isn’t a very healthy one both for my body and for the stress-causing event.  If anything, it is only going to put more stress on me the next time I step on the scale.  That’s why I try to redirect myself whenever I find my reactions heading in this direction.  Stress leading me to that bag of chocolate?  Hey, what was the date that Marty McFly landed in the old West in Back To The Future, Part 3?  (September 2nd, 1885 in case you were wondering.  And, yes, I looked it up!)

Baking

This is sort of the mirror image of the stress eating.  Sometimes, instead of eating, I’ll just start cooking something.  In many ways, this is another avoidance tactic.  I’m filling my mind up with ingredient lists, cooking instructions and the like in order to crowd out stressful thoughts.  Still, I often find cooking a very stress-reducing activity.  Yesterday, after pulling away from the candy, I roasted the pumpkin seeds from my first carved pumpkin.  I also grabbed a butternut squash that I had been meaning to cook for awhile and chopped it up along with some apples leftover from our apple picking trip.  Those got tossed into the slow cooker with some dried cranberries, cinnamon and nutmeg.

Maybe this is one of the reasons that I like being the house chef even though I work full-time.  Heading into the kitchen and whipping up a dinner is a welcome stress-reliever after a hard day at work.  Of course, when my culinary creations are met with cries of “We’re eating THAT?!!!”, “I don’t want THAT?!!!”, and “Can I have something else?!!!”, it tends to counter-act the stress-reduction obtained by cooking.

Muscle Spasms

This isn’t really my reaction of choice, but it does happen with varying degrees of seriousness.  It’s almost always the same spot too: the muscle just under my right shoulder blade.  I’ll feel it twitch and hurt as my stress rises.  One time, the muscles in my shoulders, back and neck all spasmed at once with such intensity that I, for hours after the initial pain died down, I found myself walking like Carl Fredricksen.  Obviously, this doesn’t do anything to relieve the stress and only serves to add more stress (as now I’m in physical pain and dealing with stress.)  Unfortunately, this one isn’t something that I am consciously in control of and I can’t simply tell my muscle to relax.

So, how do you react to stress?  Do you eat, bake, use distractions, or do something completely different?  I’d love to hear.  Of course, after talking about stress so much, I feel the urge to look up how many years it has been since Batman was first introduced. (Answer: 71)

Aloha Friday: Help! We’ve Forgotten How To Date!

On Saturday night, after our first pumpkin carving, we left the kids with B’s parents and had one of those rare, wonderful moments called Date Night.  Somehow, despite repeatedly saying how we should do this more often, we never get around to it.  Illnesses, scheduling conflicts and life in general seem to conspire to limit our date night to a handful of times.

When the prospect of date night is mentioned, I envision going out for a night on the town.  Dinner, maybe dancing.  Definitely someplace elegant that has as small a kids’ menu as possible.  Worries (money, kids, etc) would be tossed out the window for the evening and we would just enjoy each other’s company.

The reality of date night wasn’t *quite* like this.  It started out very nice.  We chose a restaurant we had a coupon for and had a blast.  The food was exceptional and we even saved half of our portions for lunch, thus saving more money.  (Is it bad that I feel old with all of these “saved money” references?)

Afterwards, we decided to shop at a local Hallmark store.  On the way there, we remarked about how some kids looked like they were up to no good.  (Again, “kids these days” reference… I feel OLD!)  The Hallmark store was closed so we went to a local grocery store and stocked up on food essentials.

Wait.  The grocery store?  Our big date night out and the best we could do was dinner and shopping for food?  Where’s the dancing?  Where’s the movie?  Where’s doing something fun together that doesn’t involve a shopping cart and a produce aisle?

During our date supermarket run, I joked that we had forgotten how to date.  We’ve been parents for so long and so focused on running the household smoothly, that I fear we’ve forgotten how to put the “parent” portion of our lives on hold and just be “two adults who are in love with each other” for a few hours.  Our dating life seems in some need of some help.

My Aloha Friday question for today is: Do you go on date nights regularly?  If so, where do you go and what do you do?


Thanks to Kailani at An Island Life for starting this fun for Friday. Please be sure to head over to her blog to say hello and sign the McLinky there if you are participating.

Aloha Friday by Kailani at An Island Life

Aloha #62

Problems of a Mouse Power Nature

Thursday was a very expensive day.

For the past week, my car’s been making a rattling sound when I turned on the fan.  The higher I turned it on, the worse the sound.  At first, I thought water had gotten into the system (with all the rain we had), so I ignored it hoping the sound would go away.  When the dry weather arrived and the sound didn’t leave, I knew there was a problem.

So I brought my car in and the guy mentioned offhand, “I hope it’s not a mouse.”

“A mouse?", I asked.

“Yes, they look for someplace warm and dry and find their way into cars.”

So he went to check on my car.  Sure enough, it turns out I was paid a visit by a certain mouse.  Personally, I would have rather had a visit with Mickey Mouse… in Disney World!  The mouse crawled into my car’s heating/cooling system, built a nest and got all comfortable.  Then I turned on the fan and made minced mouse.  (No, this will *NOT* be a future Cooking With TechyDad installment!)  I was told fixing it would take some time as most everyone had gone home and they needed to remove my dashboard and go through my systems.  We were looking at about a $160 hit to my wallet.

I was loaned a car for the next day and went home.  That night, I went on my computer, started to Skype with my parents and…. my computer went dead.  Completely off.  I turned it back on and noticed that the battery was running low.  Yet, I was plugged in.  Perhaps the outlet was bad?  No, the baby monitor plugged into it worked just fine.  I even tried another outlet.  No dice.

There could only be two possibilities.  Either my laptop’s AC adapter was bad (possibly fried when I left it plugged in overnight) or my laptop itself had a problem.  So I spent last night frantically backing up my PC before the battery ran out.  Luckily, I had run a backup recently and so just had to update that backup.  Now I’m looking for a new AC adapter to see if that’s the problem.

With all of Thursday’s events, I think I need to consult with a mouse, a duck, a dog, a pooh bear, and a tigger in Disney World.  Who wants to join me?

Aloha Friday: 101010

On Sunday, it will be October 10th, 2010, or 10/10/10.  The geek in me couldn’t let 101010 go by without a special post.  Since I don’t post on Sundays usually, I made my Tuesday post: Plus or Minus 10 Years.

This marked 3 firsts for me.  It was my first Linky and the first post I created a button for.  Most significantly, though, it was the first time I really apologized (in a public fashion) for something stupid I did when B and I were engaged.  You’ll have to read my post to see what it was.  (Hey, you didn’t expect me to just tell you, now did you?)  Needless to say, I thought I was doing the right thing at the time but hindsight (being 20/20 and all) has shown me how wrong I was.

Thus, my Aloha Friday question for today is: Have you ever done something that affected a loved one that you thought was the right thing at the time only to realize later was the wrong action?

After you answer my Aloha Friday question, stop by my LuLu.com Photo Book giveaway and B’s CardsDirect $50 gift card giveaway.


Thanks to Kailani at An Island Life for starting this fun for Friday. Please be sure to head over to her blog to say hello and sign the Linky there if you are participating.

Aloha Friday by Kailani at An Island Life

Aloha #58

Plus or Minus 10 Years #101010

This Sunday will be October 10th, 2010, or 10/10/10. (That’s 42 in binary. Random geeky fact.) I figured I had to do something special for 101010. I had the idea to both describe my life 10 years ago today and imagine my life 10 years from now. So let’s step into Doc Brown’s Delorian, power up the flux capacitor, set the time coordinates and travel back 10 years.

My Life Circa October 10th, 2000:

Ten years ago, I wasn’t blogging as TechyDad. I wasn’t a father. I wasn’t even married at the time, though I was engaged. October of 2000 saw me embarking on the second biggest step of my life at the time: moving out of my parents’ house to be closer to B. (The first biggest step at that point was proposing to B.) Up until then, I had always lived with my parents. Even in college, when I lived on campus, "home" was at my parents’ house. But now, home would be a long ways away from there in a new place surrounded by streets I didn’t know and a whole new life.

As I wasn’t bringing any furniture up with me (we were buying all new stuff), I decided to do the move myself. I would drive up with a car load of items, move them in during the week and drive back on Friday. This also meant that I was able to spend the Jewish holidays at my parents’ temple instead of the new one I would be attending. (Unnecessary, in hindsight, but it allowed me to feel like this was more transition than abrupt change.)

The company that I worked for at the time was great when I told them that I was moving. They agreed to let me work from home (though one trip in per month would be required). So in addition to setting up my new apartment, I was setting up a home office.

As I got settled in, B would come to visit my new living space more and more. She would stay overnight often so we decided that she should move some of her stuff in. (After all, she was going to live there in about 8 months anyway.) Some stuff turned into more stuff until we were living together completely.

Unfortunately, and here is where I prepare to issue a decades-long-overdue apology, I was afraid of how my parents would percieve this. While I was in college, my father would visit and urge me to "just walk up to that girl and ask her to sleep with you." (No I didn’t do this. My response was "Even if the girl says yes, that’s just proof that I don’t want to sleep with her!") When B and I began dating though, my father’s conservative side came out. An innocent night of us falling asleep in the same bed (nothing happened, seriously!) earned me quite the talking-to. I was afraid of how he would react to us living together prior to marriage.

When my parents came to visit, I would make B hide her stuff in the closet. It was seriously unfair of me to ask her to do this, but she complied. I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to B for doing this. I shouldn’t have let my fear of my parents’ opinions guide me. If they had a problem with us living together while engaged to be married, that should have been their problem, not ours.

(Ok, getting back on topic now.)

Besides the move, the biggest event in my life at this time was planning our wedding. We were visiting florists, deciding on catering and making decisions left and right. Of course, this planning can be stressful anyway. Toss in moving and having to leave each other every weekend, and October 2000 was both a very happy time (more time with B! Yay!) and a sad time.

Now back in our Delorian we go. This time, we’re off to the year 2020. October 2020 to be exact.

My Life Circa October 10th, 2020:

I’ll begin with myself and radiate outwards. At this point, I’m 45 years old. I’m likely having trouble accepting that I’m not a young man anymore. I’ll probably have a midlife crisis. How this will manifest itself, I’m not sure. I’m definitely not the "have an affair" type. (I only have eyes for B.) I wouldn’t want a sports car. (Even when in my 20’s, I always considered a car by its practical merits.) I’ll probably be the type to get a giant computer system/home theater/network setup of some sort.

B and I will have been married 19 years. We’ll be looking forward to our 20th wedding anniversary and will likely be planning on what special thing we should do. Considering how old our kids will be at that time – more on this later – our 20th wedding anniversary trip might be a Disney World trip sans kids. (Our honeymoon was in Disney World and this would be a nice reliving of that wonderful experience.)

NHL will be 17. He will be a junior in high school and will be considering college. He’ll probably begin planning which schools to go visit and studying for his SATs. Dating might likely be an issue at this point. (Either he will have dated or he will want to date.) As my dating life (pre-B) was none-too-happy, this might dredge up bad memories (worsening my mid-life crisis…. I think I need a new smartphone!) and fumbling attempts to give dating advice while remaining hands-off.

JSL will be 13 at this point and will have been Bar Mitzvohed. He will now join me in Temple and will count towards the minyan (grouping of 10 men that is required for some prayers to be said). He’ll be in middle school and might be looking toward his big brother leaving for school with mixed emotions. (On one hand, more room in the house for him… on the other hand, he will be missed.) He’ll likely be starting to notice girls and B and I will have to handle two young boys looking to seek out some female counterparts.

TechyDad.com will have just turned 12 and, along with TheAngelForever.com, will have been bought out by Disney-Google, Inc. netting us fifty million. Hey, it’s my future fantasy and I can sell out for millions of dollars if I want to!

And now, it is time to bid the future farewell. Avoiding the temptation to take a souvenir of the future back with me (ok, Doc Brown tossed out the sports almanac… something about "being done before" and "ending badly"), I now return to my life in 2010 with a new appreciation of where I’ve been and where I’m headed.

And now it’s your turn. Hop in your own time travel device and describe your life both 10 years ago and 10 years from now. (If you don’t have a time travel device, I’m sure Doc Brown will lend you his Delorian. Just stay clear of lightning.) Submit your blog posts in the linky below:

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