Little Victories

It occurred to me that I should acknowledge the first official day of George’s Dungeness crab season. They call it “Dump Day” because the crab boats have the green light to set all of their pots. They aren’t allowed to bring the pots back on board, though, for one or two more days. I can’t remember all of  the rules or reason to it all, but as of 3:00 a.m. yesterday, the Vis was heading out to set the first Dungeness crab pots of the season.

I hope George’s return to fishing has gone smoother than my return to solo parenting. Admittedly, this has not been the most seamless transition. Both little ones are sick with terrible coughs, so we have been staying at home and taking a break from participating in our regular activities, like teaching Jazzercise. Add their sickness to the over-the-top excitement and sleeplessness from Christmas and the confusion over George’s departure, and I have a rather trying situation on my hands.

Thank goodness for my friends, who help me out with the dogs and kids by showing up offering assistance and sending e-mails of encouragement.

Most commercial fishing wives and mothers will tell you one of the things they’re most proud of when their husbands are gone is how self-sufficient they become. Along those lines, I have to share the two things I’ve managed to accomplish in the two days George has been away.

First, I discovered what a “cross dowel bolt” and a “cross dowel nut” were (not to mention an allen wrench) when I set about the adventure of setting up Eva’s new artist’s easel. Setting up her easel was a big deal, for I am a girl who cannot follow a map and possesses no spacial reasoning skills. Surprisingly, when I discovered I’d asssembled half of her new easel backwards, I was able to undo all of my work, start again, and complete the job correctly.

The other accomplishment revolved around Eva’s dresser. I was not happy when I looked into her room and discovered that Eva (or was it Vincent?) had removed all of the dresser drawers and took the whole thing apart. After experiencing a moment of panic and locating the phone to call my dad to come help me, I halted. I took a deep breath, re-assessed the situation, and finally managed to put it all back together.

The dresser, that is.

Whew. Two days down, months and months to go…


  1. Jen, you are such a bright, beautiful and strong woman. The challenges, tasks and expectations you are continually faced with at being a mom, wife, sister, daughter, fitness instructor, inspirational writer, etc. (just to name a few) are plenty enough to make what should be a ‘normal’ day very taxing – especially caring for sick children. So take a deep breath, hold your chin up high, and be proud of what a wonderful person you are to so many. It’s perfectly normal and okay to feel overwhelmed and full of doubt at times, and definitely should be expected. For although women are very talented at holding many ‘titles’ and handling multiple tasks, we do have our limitations and moments of intense stress. Hang in there and know that myself and many others are there for you anytime you need anything.

    And by the way, great job at tackling the destruction of the dresser. Way to go!

    Love you!

    • Well, D, what a surprise! But I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised; you were one of the friends I was thinking about when I wrote the post!

      You are so wise and kind. Your message, along with the soft giggles of Eva and Vincent reading books this morning, was the perfect way to start the New Year.

      I love the way you support and encourage rather than judge. You are a true and dear friend!

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